I thought I liked pink--

Calm, blue, ocean, <breathe> calm, blue, ocean...

I've had better days. 

Had to go to the pediatrician today with Nolan and Ryan.  Ryan for his cough, which the dr said was probably still just a cold, and that I should wait it out through the weekend, see how it goes, and bring him back on Mon or Tues if not any better.  Continue with the symptomatic care, she says.  I grit my teeth, but say okay.  Ha!  Symptomatic care, shyah, like I've not been doing that already...I'd like her to listen to him cough all night...like last night.  We had to medicate him in the middle of the night, and I kept him home today, and the little guy slept until noon.  He did perk up a lot though, and I guess it was one of those moments when you take them in to be seen, and they look like they've not been all that sick, so Mom feels silly for coming in at all.  Oh well.

The big guy came up to me last night, to tell me he had a sore throat..."Whoa, hold on there dude.  You've got some naaasssty breath...ugh, strep breath.  Go brush your teeth, and I'll take a look."  The throat was a bit gross, so when I woke him up this a.m. for school, he said it still was hurting, so he got the pass to stay home too.  And when they did the test, it was positive, little strep man is hitting the pink bottle again.  Sigh. 

That was not the most alarming thing about the appt for me, however.

No, the most alarming thing about the appt was when they weighed Nolan, and he tipped the scales at 99 lbs.  99 lbs!!!  My baby! Suddenly 7 lbs 13 oz is 99 lbs??  I mean, I noticed he's growing, and he's not fat (although he'd chunked up a bit around the middle there for a while).  OY!  What's that all about?  What am I feeding him??  I'm in shock.  I definately won't be picking him up again anytime soon.  If he keeps growing at this rate, I will be looking up at him sooner than I think.  He comes up to my nose as it is now. 

Audrey is looking a bit off too, so I'm waiting for her to join the sick ward that is my living room.  Mr W in his recliner, with the leg propped up; and the kids sprawled on couches -- it's quite the party scene.  Ben is my only hold out, but he's trying hard to come up with something.  Drama king says to me, "Mommy," <cough, fake cough> "I think I'm trying to catch Ryan's cough."  "Of course you are," I say, "why don't you go to bed and rest?"  "Oh, I don't feel that sick..."  Yeah, that's what I thought.  That child is such a chameleon, such an actor, that I often joke with him: 

"Come on, Ben, remember and say it with me...'I'd like to thank my Mom, and the members of the Academy'; okay, sugar, the my Mom goes first..."  and then we crack up like mad.

I don't know where he gets that dramatic bent from....