A Day at the Park

This is What Every Day is Like With Lucas

Lucas has been asking me for a taco since Monday morning around breakfast time, which I have taken as an excellent sign that he is feeling better. I promised him that if he was still feeling well I would take him to Moe's today for lunch after we took the car in for an oil change. This oil change would be aptly named The Oil Change With a Thousand Questions. Lucas wanted to know all about everything, like for instance, where do the employees sleep? Where do they keep their beds? Do they all live there together at the shop or do they get to go home? And if they do get to go home, do they all go home to the same place, or they all have their own place? And what comes out of all those hoses? Why are there three kinds of oil? What's radiator fluid? Why are they washing our windows? And also, who owns that junk car over there?

Can we just stop right there for a moment? He actually asked the guy behind the desk who owned the JUNK CAR?! Thank the heavens that the owner of the car in the next bay was physically in the bay with his (junk) car and not waiting in the waiting room, like us. Phew...close one.

Although I was slightly less embarrassed by this when the Service Guy rang me up, then slipped me his business card and whispered to me that he could come change my oil at my house and he would only charge me $25.00. WHAT?! Creepy! Although, hey? $25 bucks is super cheap compared to what we normally pay around here...and he would come to my house...hmmm...right, still no.

On to Moe's, where the highlight of every visit is when he walks through the door and all the people behind the counter yell, "Welcome to Moe's!" Although, this time? They were totally running with the B-team or something and nobody said a word on his arrival. Completely unacceptable to a four year old. He marched right up to the counter and told the nearest girl, "'Scuse me. Remember when I walked in? And you were supposed to say 'Welcome to Moe's!" and you didn't?" "Yeah" said the girl. ""Well?" and he looked at her rather expectantly. She rallied enough to get out a very lame "Welcome to Moe's..." and that was all he needed. Happy as a clam. And then he made me rice crispy treats to take to work. Man, I love that kid.

Happy Memorial Day!

We celebrated Memorial Day the proper way...by gorging ourselves on grilled meat and ice pops! The kid can finally eat yummy food without any danger of it coming back up, so yippee! Bring on the BBQ! We even managed to catch the Mr. Dingaling ice cream truck (I KNOW! That is such an inappropriate name for the ice cream man! Isn't it? Maybe only I think it's just so, so wrong?) Oh well...we caught the ice cream truck just as I was leaving for work, so it was good day all around. Hope you are all enjoying the day off...even though I have to work! *wink*

So. Much. Better.

Three days worth of antibiotics have returned my poor child back to his usually happy go lucky self, just another seven days worth and this can all be over. That was really the worst week ever, one that I never wish to repeat. It is so great to look at him and see a smile instead of a fever.

Now that he's feeling better, I think it's time he resumed his place in the kitchen as my Head Chef and Personal Cook, and I have just stumbled across the most amazing blog/website that is just stocked full of the most mouth watering, delicious recipes for Lucas to make for me...with a little bit of help...www.thepioneerwoman.com. I have no idea why I haven't found this site sooner, it just means I have a LOT of archive reading to do.

Suckiest Week EVER!

My poor, poor little boy has been sick all week. Like fevers in the 103's kind of sick with the shaking and the puking and the generalized whimpering. It all culminated in a trip to the emergency room last night prompted by a fever of 104.8 and a touch of scream inducing belly pain. After x-rays and iv's and Tylenol placed in a most unfortunate fashion, he was diagnosed with pneumonia and pumped full of antibiotics and fluid. He had perked up a bit this morning, but is now back to feeling miserable and achy, and he is not at all pleased with the new prescription that tastes nasty but is required to go down the hatch three times a day. Keep your fingers crossed that he feels better soon...we could both use the sleep!

Don't Be Jealous

I shall be spending Tuesday getting rubbed down with aromatherapy oils for my 32nd birthday with my bestest buddy, Yvette. I told them to book me someone with strong hands since my cellulite is far more pronounced this year than ever before and I want to make sure I don't get some wimpy 100 pound girl with weak hands. Also, someone will grate away at my yucky heels until they are as soft as rose petals and paint them a fire engine red for me. And I will gladly pay the exorbitant spa fee to eat lunch in fluffy white robe and nothing else...'cause it's my birthday!

Buddies