So it’s been a hectic couple of weeks, what with work keeping everyone busy, and this thing called “Life” just generally getting in the way of things such as, well, blogging. Mind you, it’s been ups and downs, and the past few weeks have been a bit of a hectic ride. Last week I was lucky enough to get my boss to agree to let me work from home because The Beloved One had a conference to work on. (If anyone in the Cape area is looking for someone to do registrations for conferences, she’s probably the best you’ll find, btw. Drop us a line!)
Working from home has some perks, but I think by the end of it, I missed the office. At least there’s no smiling, cooing, happy 3-month old baby to distract you, and you get some work done. On the other hand, at the office there isn’t a smiling, cooing, happy 3-month old baby to keep your spirits up, so it works both ways. In any event, I the time was a brilliant bonding opportunity with my son, and I’m glad that I had that exclusive time with him.
So the weekend arrives, and my mom’s birthday was impending. The brothers and I decide that the best gift we could do would be to take the kids out to park to have a photo shoot done, and then we print the photos out and arrange them all nicely into a frame. For the most part, things went according to plan, as the picture above can testify. That’s my oldest on the far left, my youngest brother’s daughter next to him, my youngest son next to her, and my other brother’s son at the end.
Then my oldest son starts exhibiting a fever. We manage to get some medication in him to bring the fever down, but by the afternoon, he starts breaking out in splots and rashes. That evening we struggled to keep his body temperature down from a ridiculous 39.2C (the next day it went up as high as 40C, and that was worrying), and when we DID get it down, it plummeted to 35C. The Monday afterwards, we got him to the pediatrician who tells us that the boy has Scarlet Fever. He gives us some antibiotics for it, but tells us that the boy needs to be detonsilized. Why is everyone so shocked when I tell them he has scarlet fever? Is it really as uncommon as all that?
On a side note, I’ve heard that tonsilectomies are now out-patient operations. This happened when I wasn’t looking, btw.
So…has anyone tried giving a child medication? A child, I might add, who detest medication? A child who, at three, is going through a phase of “don’t want”, and promptly gargles medication up? Mind you, we’ve been managing to trick him into taking the meds by hiding it in food such as yoghurt, but it’s still a toss-of-the-coin whether he’ll actually eat the food or not.
Anyhow, my mom turned 60 yesterday, and her siblings descended upon her house unannounced (well, unannounced to HER…the rest of us knew), and she seemed pleased by the present of the photos. My dad gave her a pouch containing tickets to Mauritius–yes, I’m a little envious; I spent three days there, and it is not enough time to really experience the place.
The Beloved One subtly reminded my dad that her birthday is next month, but I think the comment was indirectly meant for me: she mentioned afterwards that she hasn’t been on holiday since July.
In other news, my novels are still at a writers block, I haven’t done any decent poetry in a while, it’s been too child-unfriendly around the house to get out the paints and canvas, the guitar hasn’t been touched in a while, I haven’t composed any new music in years, but I’ve managed some AWESOME dishes recently (you missed an amazing mixed berry pie last week!), so at least I’m developing my skills in the culinary department! I’ve been meaning to start putting my recipes here, and I’ll start doing so as soon as I get around to actually noting the quantities of the ingredients I use. Anyone else have this “just pour until it seems enough” attitude to cooking?
So! That’s what’s been going on here. How’s everyone else doing?