September 18, 2008
One Should Never Post When She Has a Cold
It seems that I’m sick. Now that Dawson is in preschool he’s been exposed to a new host of germs and has lovingly decided to share them with me. It’s my own fault because I’m one of those parents who gives her child a hug and kiss at bedtime, first thing in the morning, and all throughout the day.
Dawson and I have caught colds, or at the very least we’re sharing the same nasty one, and it sucks. Doug has decided he’s not coming home from work because he doesn’t want what we’ve got.
Meanwhile, I’m trying to manage this household, take care of a sick child and take care of myself. I don’t know if I can do it all. I’m not Super Mom. (Speaking of Super Moms, what do we think of Sarah Palin? Head over to the Imperfect Parent today and find out what I have to say.)
The past few days have been a whirlwind of going here and doing that and cleaning this and washing that. I know you know what I mean. You’ve all been there. I have so much to tell you and I finally have the time to get it all down on this here blog. Except, I feel like a Mack truck has run over me repeatedly. My head is throbbing, my throat is sore and I want to stick a coat hanger down there, just to relieve that scratchy, itchy feeling.
Alas, I’ll suffer through it, and as soon as my husband decides to grace us with his presence, I’m going straight to bed.
Last Friday my parents, Dawson and I went to the SPASH (my high school) vs. Wisconsin Rapids football game. My brother Frank is on the SPASH team, and this game was exceptionally special because the University of Wisconsin Badger Band was in town to play before the game, during half-time and after the game as part of their world renowned 5th quarter.
We had a great time, and Dawson got to shake hands with Bucky Badger. I don’t need to tell you that my son was scared silly by the costume. Here’s a video of the 5th Quarter for your viewing pleasure.
I’d show Bucky scaring Dawson, but the video is longer than 10 minutes and YouTube has a time limit. If I can figure out how to edit and shorten the length, I’ll post it another day.
Sunday we celebrated Dawson’s 4th birthday. He was born September 16th, but that was a Tuesday and weekdays are difficult for family gatherings when everyone works. My parents, brothers and sister came over and Dawson received many wonderful presents. This year we got Dawson a Spongebob themed cake. He loved it!
Monday night I spent 3 1/2 hours cleaning Dawson’s room. Once again a tornado (aka The Doodlebug) wrecked havoc and I was the one cleaning up the damages. This time I made Doug my right hand man and instructed him to toss certain items out, or put them into a donation bin. We had a huge box of toys and several smaller boxes of clothes ready for the Easter Seals pick up the next day. However, a certain little someone didn’t want to part with the box of toys, so I had to wait until he fell asleep to take it to the curb for pick-up.
I think he’s inheriting the pack-rat gene that runs in my family. It skipped a generation, I think because I definitely don’t have it. I was more than happy to toss and donate.
On Tuesday, Dawson’s actual birthday, I decided to take him and Murphy out for a walk. Dawson insisted on riding his bike and I figured it will probably be the last bike ride of the season, so why not? Boy, was I right. He’ll never get on that bike again after what happened. We had a little accident.
We took the bike path that goes right behind our house and some kid on a bike behind us yells out, “Passing on the right!” So naturally, I move to the left of the path and instruct Dawson to do the same. Turns out this kid didn’t know his directions, because he plowed right into us. Dawson fell of his bike and hit his head on the pavement. Thank God he had a helmet on. There’s a 2 inch dent in the front of the helmet, and he has a patch of road rash on his forehead. He also hit his nose hard enough to cause a nose bleed.
Do you think the other kid asked if we were okay, or even apologized? Of course not. He got back on his bike and fled the scene of the accident. It was a bike and run. However, my screaming and swearing probably didn’t help matters either. I was scared. Seeing all the blood coming out of Dawson’s nose, all while trying to hang on tightly to the leash of the Boston Terrorist, made me a little more than flustered.
Imagine me, wrangling a dog, carrying Dawson AND his bicycle back home. The walk was the equivalent of five blocks. Dawson refused to get back on that bike. I had to force him because if he didn’t ride home, I’d have dropped something and I’m thinking it would have been the bike or the dog.
When we got home, Doug was cutting the grass and he saw the blood all over my shirt and all over Dawson’s face and clothes. He freaked out but helped me get the kids in the house to clean everything up. Dawson was so sad, he said, “Daddy, this wasn’t a very good birthday…” It broke my heart. Of course, before we cleaned him up, we took a picture on the sidewalk of his injuries so that we remember never to take that bike path when the big kids are out.
Thankfully the mail man arrived with a package that I ordered from Leslie’s Etsy store. Inside was this beautiful sock monkey that Dawson fell in love with. He insisted on taking a nap with it and I couldn’t argue. Dawson named him Joey. I call him Monkey Joe.
Which brings me to today, sick with a cold and ready to curl up in bed with Dawson and Monkey Joe. What have you been up to lately? (I promise…I’ll get back to reading your blogs asap. As soon as I have a big bowl of chicken soup, a hot shower, and can breathe through my nose.)
Posted by Dana @ 3:29 PM • The Mommy Files
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September 20th, 2008 at 11:51 AM, Headless Mom Says:
Headless Moms last blog post..BFL-Week 1 (or is it week 3?)
September 27th, 2008 at 6:14 PM, Leslie Says:
Now that I am FINALLY back on-line, I was itching to find out what what the verdict was on the monkey. Let me tell you Dana, those pictures of Dawson with Monkey Joe totally made my day! I’m so glad he likes it!!! Yay!
As for that incident on the bike path, I am speechless! I can’t believe the kid just biked off. Poor Dawson! That’s just heartbreaking.
Happy Belated Birthday to your boy. It’s hard to believe he’s 4! I’ve been reading you a long time, my friend. The years are going fast.
September 28th, 2008 at 3:27 PM, Gifts : My Mommy’s Place Says:
[...] my heart’s a flutter thanks to Dana’s cute birthday boy and his Monkey Joe [...]