I must share; I feel like such the domestic mother goddess. I just made a whole bunch of Christmas cookies (shortbread, actually, and they live up to their boast quite amazingly), and I did it like this:
He slept through the whole thing, only waking up when it was all done and I was beginning work on this entry. I feel so proud of the cookies, my wonderful-smelling kitchen, and my snuggly man-child who decided he could be a baby for at least one more afternoon.
Sam's got a rash on his face. It was there in small part yesterday morning, and by afternoon it had spread over both his cheeks. It's a raised, red patchy rash, rough to the tough and apparently slightly itchy; he wasn't scratching at it, but he would occasionally rub his face into my shoulder the way he used to when his chin broke out with drooling.
He's still got a little bit of diaper rash from the diarrhea that accompanied the Ick, and I was unsure if perhaps the two were actually related. He's been, well, "possessive" of his parts during diaper changes, pulling roughly and making me wince; perhaps he was actually trying to deal with a scratchy rash?
I used a bit of cortisone cream on both rashes, adding Pinxav to his bottom, and decided to wait it out, though nervously. I did some hasty research, and all sources seemed to say that most rashes didn't warrant a doctor visit. When Eric got home, he worried alongside me, and he turned to his trusty medical book for support.
After a while, and much page turning, he found an answer.
"It's the chocolate!" he cried. "Chocolate can cause rashes!"
"Well, no more for you," I informed the boy. He seemed accepting, though it may have been that he was too busy bounding around the bed to fret.
The rash is mostly gone from his face today, and his butt seems better. (Pinxav is a miracle cream.) Let's hope nothing more comes of it! I know he'll be coming into contact with plenty of opportunities for chocolate over the holidays, but if both Eric and I put my foot down, we may be able to minimize any suffering.
We leave Saturday morning for Beckley. Since Eric cooked up a little journalling script for me, I should have no problems updating on the road from my parents' and my in-laws' machines. Somebody hold me to that, okay?
I have to say, I'm very much looking forward to the trip this year. Though not much will change from my daily schedule (I imagine I'll still be head diaper changer and baby feeder, though I probably won't have to wash dishes or vacuum), I'm happy about the fact that we'll have other people around to help stimulate Sam. He gets bored pretty easily these days, and it's a full-time job just keeping him occupied. If we could have playgroup every day of the week, he'd be pleased as punch. (Make that Reason #5671455 why I wish we were still living in town instead of out in the middle of nowhere.)
Eric and I are planning to go to the movies one afternoon while we're in West Virginia, leaving Sam with his grandparents. They'll love it, and I can't wait. Just think, a date! With the man I love! Will wonders never cease?
Speaking of pleasurable opportunities, I have another good one coming up in the new year. At Eric's company Christmas party, he happened to win me a $100 gift certificate to a fancy-shmancy salon and spa. I've never been to a spa before, so I polled the weblog for suggestions about how to use the money. Any ideas? I'm all ears! I'm all a-tingle with anticipation of a day of pampering.
Hey, you all did realize that the Christmas tree on the index page is changing daily, right? Click on the numbers; every day, a new one is added. Enjoy!
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On the Stereo:
King of the Hill
On the Bookshelf:
Crown of Swords
Gratuitous Sam
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