Around our house Jordan's current definition of "uh, oh" seems to be "I did something on purpose, but now I don't know how to fix it/get the item back." Jordan was
diagnosed with the beginning stages of RSV during her "well baby" visit on Thursday. The visit was perfect timing because she had developed a nasty little cough on Tuesday evening. Dave kept her at home on Friday, and they had a pretty good day together while I did trial prep with our client and then participated in a 3 hour
pre-trial conference in Huntington. Then, shortly after we got back to the office, Plaintiffs' counsel called and asked if an offer from February 2008 (and mediation last month) was still on the table. Long story short, the case settled at 6:30 on Friday evening. But I digress...
On Saturday Jordan walked over to an area of the living room where several of her toys are and started repeatedly saying, "uh, oh". Dave told me that on Friday she had done the same thing in the same place, so I went to investigate. I quickly realized what the problem was.
That is the recently named Be Be in the ball popper tube. Upon further examination, we realized why she had been saying "uh, oh" on Friday, as well. 2 Be Be's were in the toy.
Jordan tried to retrieve them, but her little arm wasn't long enough.
We ended up turning the thing upside down and shaking it until the Be Be's came out. We turned the toy on, but it apparently wasn't powerful enough to blow them out. After the Be Be's were freed, we turned the toy on and the balls flew every direction. Jordan then had to look down in the tube to see if anything else would come out. Check out the hair!
After I came in from a long overdue haircut on Saturday, I tried to get Jordan to pose for a picture with me. It didn't work out well, so this is the best picture we ended up with. While it looks like Jordan is being sweet, that is
only partially true since she was really interested in the buckles on my sweater. Of course, part of the reason for this picture is because the hairdresser always goes through all the effort of straightening my hair and no one ends up seeing it.
Dave and I went to Lowe's last night and bought paint to try to tackle the basement that we've been putting off since we moved in. For anyone who hasn't been in our basement, I'll tell you that we bought 3 gallons of paint and are hoping that will be enough, so it isn't a small space. Jordan is with her Ma maw, so we won't be getting her high on paint fumes. It hit me when we were at Lowe's that Martin Luther King weekend 2007 we painted our basement in St.
Albans. Dave asked the obvious question of how I remembered that. The answer is that that Monday morning I had off work, so I took a pregnancy test and found out that we were expecting Jordan. I felt badly we had painted an unventilated basement that weekend, so I will always remember that Martin Luther King weekend.
A spoon isn't really a necessity for pasta- right?
And then Dave took a picture of the poor child chewing and talking at the same time and cutting the top of her head off in the picture.
So, the pulmonologist didn't really tell us much this visit except the usual- keep doing what you're doing. He agreed with us that Jordan probably had a cold rather than RSV, but we definitely weren't asking for a q-tip to be rammed up her nose to tell whether it was actually RSV. Considering how unhappy she is to have her head measured at well baby visits, I can't imagine the q-tip thing would go over well. She came back to day care yesterday and both mornings has seemed more clingy when I was leaving. Some of the kids in her class have left recently, so I figure that is part of it.
