So, this has been a rough week, healthwise.

Damon had a painful surgery and has been home recovering/ trying to stay on top of work.

I have had bronchitis. Even though the doctor on Monday told me I didn’t, the doctor I saw today told me I did. After one antibiotic pill, I can tell I’m going to get better.

Tebow has come down with a cold and his nasty nose is running faster than the kleenex in my hand.

Fuller has had a cold and on Wednesday evening he broke out in another round of hives. It is usually a once a year experience, but this year it actually bothered him by causing him to itch all over.

So, we are going to do our best to recover this weekend. We are traveling next week and just wouldn’t want to do it while sick, itching, or in pain. Here’s to vitamin C, antibiotics, and pain pills!

Someone has finally discovered food as an alternate source of filling his belly. He’s been eating jars of baby food like it’s going out of style. And the finger foods we put on his tray are eagerly enjoyed.

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See that? I have a feeling I’m going to be chasing this guy for quite some time.

Tebow is not interested in being fenced in. He can be content in the space for a while, but when he realizes there is grass on the other side and it just might be greener, he wants to keep going.

For a while, we would place him in his “cage,” a kind of playpen created by a puppy corral we had from Fuller’s babyhood. When Tebow started crawling, the space was considered too small and much crying and wailing could be heard from the second son. So, in order to give him room, the cage was stretched into a fence and we blocked off key exit points from the living room.

For a while we had plastic bins wedged in the archway between the living room and dining room (a space too big for a baby gate, unless we spent some $$$). As Tebow began to pull up and learn about leverage (probably from the episodes of Sid the Science Kid Fuller watches), he figured out how to push his way through the barriers. It was kind of like watching a football player barrel his way through defenders while protecting the ball (you know, like his namesake). As soon as Tebow made it past the bins, he was crawling into dangerous territory.

When we went to Lake Martin a few weekends ago, he had the most room he has ever had to move about. He had the dining room, living room, sun room, and part of the kitchen. And even though it was a ton of room to explore, he would still seek out the exit points and try to make his escape. Doors were pushed on, pulled up on, and drooled on.

We have since blocked off the living room in a suitable way and Tebow is usually pretty happy. We had to move the diapers outside the perimeter, and he knows this. So when he is fussy and hanging out by the barrier between the living room and dining room (currently a 1 by 8 we had to jack up 2 inches on a few toy blocks), chances are he is wanting his diaper changed.

I know once he is given freedom to move and roam, he is going to be the one we are chasing and looking for in all kinds of nooks and crannies. Heaven help us.

Last week Fuller had his five year well child visit.

Well child visits can be fun and soooo easy. Or they can be a pain and difficult. We’ve never really had to deal with the latter. Fuller eats well (now 47 pounds), is tall (45 1/2 inches), has excellent hearing (of course he suffers from selective hearing, but the doc said most men have that problem), speaks well, vision is 20/20, and all around he is a well child.

But something we didn’t discuss are a few quirks Fuller has developed lately. Mainly the fact that our son has turned nosey.

He butts into conversations that have nothing to do with him. He interrupts me on the phone to quiz me why something was the way it was or ask me to repeat something- and it has nothing to do with him!

This makes the upcoming Christmas season, when secrets are discussed in hushed tones and usually kept from little ears.

What do you do with nosey kids?

At the beginning of the month, Fuller reorganized his magnets on the magnetic calendar to represent the month of November. Afterwards we added special magnets for trips, holidays, and doctor appointments.

One of the magnets is for “haircut” and I use this as a tool to help Fuller accept the fact that he must get his hair cut. I allow him to pick a date (I gave him three options) to put the haircut magnet on the calendar. He picked today.

Even with the ownership and knowing it’s coming, we still have a hard time getting Fuller to submit to the inevitable. He is going to get a haircut.

This morning, Damon remembered his childhood Sesame Street favorite had a segment dealing specifically with haircuts. So, we pulled up youtube and found it:

Fuller immediately saw the correlation between the redheaded muppet and himself. Now when I pull out the clippers, I just have to remind Fuller that running through doors hurts, hair cuts do not.

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The rains from Hurricane Ida started last night and have pretty much been pouring down ever since. Tomorrow it should stop, but today I have been thinking about how bummed I was we didn’t make it to the park yesterday. (Confused?)

We have had a very wet Fall and it has been very depressing, with plenty of cabin fever from both Fuller and myself. So, we have been utilizing the Wii more, trying to get the energy out in a controlled manner. At least it keeps Fuller from jumping on the couch (something he attempted this morning, which did not go over well with me).

Tomorrow we have Moms Group, so we will get out of the house for a little while, but my indoor activity reserves are getting low. So, I hope once Ida moves along, we get the sunshine back and can head outside again.

What do you do with your kids when stuck inside?