My house has been ravaged by illness. It's the quickest way I know of to kill a 3 day weekend! It started Sat night for me, and by Sunday morning I was a zombie. Some colds are just a little sniffle and a lot of cough. This, this was more like a plague. It's been years since I had such a high fever, chills and general malaise (fatigue/body ache). It was completely debilitating. My dh is a trooper though, totally took care of my son, who despite our very best efforts is sick today. This is only his second illness ever, and he is still not yet been sick enough to go to the doctor for a cold/flu. Yet. I have my doubts about this evening, it could be interesting. I feel much better now though. I have a theory about things that are so noxious, they blow in and out like bad weather.
Update: I'd like go all Donald Trump on the pediatrician (your fired!), but things are rarely that simple. We have hearing tests and speech evaluation referrals in the works. If I go request his records now, she could refuse to submit the proper referrals and then I would be up to my eyeballs in bills from the insurance. So, it's best not to cut off my nose to spite my face. However, I have declined the behavioral specialist referral, stating "It's a diagnosis of exclusion, and we have actual speech issues that need to be addressed." That said, dh and I have stepped up our approach to the hitting issue. It's one thing to empathize with his frustration, but the action is not acceptable. Mainly I just take his arm in my hand and bring it to his side and tell him "stop" and amazingly, it's working. I don't think 2 year olds like being told what to do (shocker), because he has definitely decreased that behavior. I used to think telling him the same thing over and over meant I was doing something wrong. Now I think it means I must be doing something right. Even though the sacrifice is often my sanity.
And this is how I know he is my son. Now that we have a date for the speech evaluation, little dude has added 1 phrase and 3 new words to his vocabulary this week. "I go; good, boat and plane". One of the words he has had for a while is "ball." I think he must be trying to communicate something about the ball being good, good throw or catch or something because he walks around saying "ballgood." But to me it sounds like "it's all good." Makes me laugh, and that works for me!
Lastly, I wanted to show you my valentine's day present. Dh and I ordered chocolate for each other from Norman Love. I got milk chocolate and he wanted dark chocolate. Here are some pics from my box: (sorry Julie)
It was good. Hope you had a great weekend. I'll update with some projects soon since it looks like I'm going to live. :)