Poor Marshall has had the sniffles all week.
On Tuesday, his eye started running a bit. On Wednesday, Cathy was concerned that he might have pinkeye because when he woke from his nap, his eye was a bit pink. She called at work to tell me this so I’d have a chance to get in to the clinic that evening. I made an appointment and picked up Marshall, (“no! no doctor me!”) only to realize I didn’t have his medicare card. We rushed home and I ransacked the house (poor Rick, I dumped a lot of his catch-alls out all over the house), finally found a copy of the paper that the cards came on with the number on it. (still not sure where that card is…) Arrived a few minutes late for the appointment to find that the doctor had gotten held up at the hospital and was running an hour late. I told M that mommy had an appointment and he could come with me after we went to McDonald’s
So we went to McDonald’s which I had promised my sniffly little monkey. He was quite pleased about this, and had his standard chicken nuggets, dippit and fries with a toy. He then requested ice cream. As it was after 6pm at this point, I will admit that my diet did not go well that night.
We then shopped at Jean Coutu where Marshall exclaimed around every corner “mommy I found something! I found something mommy!” which was loud enough to be heard around the store. He found toys, of course, and soothers and sippy cups and all kinds of things that looked like toys but which weren’t toys. We finally hit the cash with some cheap washable markers, and a notebook (Marshall’s favourite thing these days) and some funny animal tossable plates, and just then the doctor’s office called to say they were ready for us (7pm). She had a look at M, but didn’t touch him, so again, very pleased. It was the same doc we’d had when he had his “ear infection” (a.k.a. broken arm!) in May. She gave us a prescription for pink eye stuff just in case his eye gets goopy, but so far it hasn’t, so looks like it was just the cold after all.
Yesterday, Marshall did not like soccer. Daddy decided to take him this week to give me a break – since it is a lot of pumping up and trying to get the kids interested, and in our case, running after M before he can make it to the door to get outside … it’s a lot of work! It did not go well. Marshall apparently laid down in the middle of the field and cried until Rick took him home. Looks like we’ll try to cancel the soccer and see if we can get some money back. That makes 3 weeks in a row he’s wanted to leave within the first 10 minutes. Ugh!
We walked to the market, and picked up a birthday gift at the mall, and some groceries and headed home. He wouldn’t nap in the afternoon, but that might have had something to do with my telling him that Max was in town (his birthday this week) – he was so excited and couldn’t stop talking about him all day. I told him we were going to have pizza with Max and he said “no! no pizza! just toys!”.
Just to prove his point, he refused to eat any pizza. In fact, it’s been hard to get him to eat anything lately (maybe the cold). He finally had some very fast bites of greek salad when the cake was imminent and I told him he could have cake but only if he had some supper first. (I know, that’s probably the wrong thing to do, but seriously, it’s the only way)
By the time we headed home at 730, he had bright red circles for cheeks (tired face). He didn’t give us too much trouble with the bedtime that night.
Today wasn’t the greatest day. M woke up all croaky and cute, and wanted to watch Blue’s Clues, so he sat in his little rocking chair in the guest room watching for a while. I brought him some fruit but he wouldn’t eat. The best he would do is a yogurt drink. We played toys a bit but mostly he wanted to watch tv, and when we couldn’t get Bo on the Go on the tv for him, he freaked. We tried to get him to take some medicine but he refused everything and was seriously not our child for a while… like totally mental. I don’t think we’ve ever seen him like that before. Finally, Rick suggested they go for a walk and that was fine. He had 2 bananas at the store and wanted soup when he got back. Although he wouldn’t eat it when he got here, and started up with the crying again. I laid down with him for a while until he settled. When he ramped back up again, Rick went up and put Bo on the Go from the internet on his macbook and laid in his bed with him and watched. Finally Marshall said “can I watch later daddy?” with a big yawn.
He didn’t nap for long though. Poor kid! I had gone for a walk in the rain to pick up some things at the store and before I came home got the message that M was up and upset again so Rick was on his way to get me. We went to Crystal Palace… what better way to cheer up a sick kid right? hehehe He loves the train, and we love Starbucks
So we spent some time there, and then hit the drugstore to see if we could find a more palletable form of pain-killer for M. I picked up some dissolving ones and some chewables, but M would have none of it. He was asking for McDonald’s (cripes how did he get so brainwashed anyway???) and so we told him if he took his medecine he could have his nuggets and even ice cream. Nothing doing.
He was such a sad little boy. He wouldn’t eat any supper. Finally I took that chewable tablet and found a package of rockets from his hallowe’en treat bag and did some switcheroo. I offered him the rockets and watched as he finally took his medecine! Whoot! He laid on the couch for a bit then started getting peppy. He had his bath and asked for soup, so back downstais we went for soup, and fishsticks, and and and! yay! He had a nice meal and then was having a “party in my room!” for a while – he was back to his normal self *whew*. Thank you Advil that looks like rockets! Thank you!
(although isn’t that totally scary!?)
Here is my (almost) final project that was started just after I wrote my exams at the end of September:
I have a few final touches to do to the chairs (some screw-holes got stripped) and 1 chair left to do. Then it’s on to the curtain (same material as the chairs).
Today I made the chicken soup from our “diet” … it’s really good soup! I’ll add it to the recipes page when I have more time. This entry is way out of hand! *L*
G’night!






2 responses so far ↓
1 Tammi // Nov 17, 2008 at 9:58 am
So sorry to hear poor M was not feeling like himself! Good on ya for coming up with the switcheroo idea! The table and chairs look fantastic! A lot of hard work but totally worth it when you see the end result!
2 Melanie // Nov 18, 2008 at 12:00 am
Poor Marshall! And poor you guys!
Great job on the table and chairs – they look beautiful!
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