OK, so Gwen’s back from the doctor’s office. She thinks it’s just viral, but in order to help Aidan breathe, we have a ventilator, and some Ventolin.

Fun, fun, fun trying to keep the mask on The Boy. The hands are working overtime, the head whips around, the whole body arches and strains to get away, and for the whole time, he’s bawling his eyes out. I’m sure he got at least 1/4 of the dose he was supposed to get.

2:45 appointment on Monday for follow-up with our family doctor, Dr. Izen.

So, Gwen was hoping that we weren’t going to get whatever Aidan has.

Ah, well, hope only gets you so far.

This is now day 2 of sick leave for me, and Gwen’s been pretty miserable too. Aidan’s cold has moved into his chest, but his fever has disappeared. He’s been pretty good, maybe a bit less energetic, and coughing of course, but doesn’t seem too bad. He slept well last night and had an over three hour nap this morning.

Gwen’s not doing too bad either. It’s in her chest too, and her sinuses are bothering her, but she’s been pushing through.

I’m doing better today. Yesterday was a different story. I don’t handle fevers well, and was pretty much useless yesterday. Between not sleeping the night before, the fever, and all the other symptoms (not the least of which was my voice passing through the deep, sexy stage straight to “gone”) I was pretty miserable. But today’s better, I’ve been able to read and work on the computer a little bit. Plus I actually had some solid food.

In the end, Gwen’s taken Aidan to the clinic now, just to get someone to listen to his lungs. They’re going to tell her that his lungs are congested, but I’m not sure how they (the Dr’s) make the decision on when it’s time to do something about it versus just letting it ride.

Oh look, another sunny weekend predicted. We spent last weekend inside tending to a sick boy. This weekend we’ll spend inside trying to tend to sick us.

Happy St. Paddy’s Day. Have a beer for me, ’cause I’m not having any today!

What an odd day.

First, we woke up to snow on the ground, and falling from the sky. A few centimetres here in Fairview Slopes, trace amounts in Kits, and 5+ cm up at the University. It cleared up by about 10am, and was bright and sunny (no trace of snow at all) by the afternoon.

Chinese food for supper tonight, and shared with The Boy. Still doesn’t like rice. Seemed to like a few bits of Lemon Chicken, but didn’t have too much of it. Also seemed to like tepid green tea. Go figure. Definitely didn’t like the fortune cookies, though.

On our way back from the restaurant (which we made a quick exit from, since The Boy was on his second mini-tantrum) we stopped in to London Drugs to pick up some magic (sinus) pills. We’re pretty sure we saw Vancouver-based alt-rocker-chick Bif Naked in there. Despite all the “celebrities” that live in Vancouver, we don’t see too many. Gwen saw Kelsey Grammer last year during the CBC Food Bank events, but I think that was the first “celebrity” sighting either of us have had (oh … wait … actually, we were on the same train as Vicki Gabereau when we took the Dinner Train to Squamish — but I don’t think current or former CBC TV/radio employees count as celebs, though).

Cheers!

Yes, we’re still here. I know we haven’t updated much recently. No, I’m not sure why, and I don’t know where those photos are that Gwen promised, but I’m sure they’re coming soon.

In the meantime, I present three things I find cute this week:

1. Aidan will now crawl over to you and lift his arms to be picked up … when you call his name and ask him to “Come to Daddy”
2. Aidan will offer you things now. His remote control for the mobile (which is no longer attached to the crib for its own sake) is willingly offered to an outstretched hand, and will also willingly take it back after Daddy has had some play time of his own with it. Mind you, he also offers me Cheerios, but just as he’s about to put it in my mouth, he pulls it back, giggling with excitement and eats it himself.
3. Aidan is becoming a little more cuddly. When he’s tired now, and especially at night in the dark in his room just before putting him into his crib, he will put his head down on your shoulder. Mind you he’s equally as likely to throw himself back in your arms, beat his fists on your chest, pull your ears, pull your chest hair (um, well, my chest hair), and so on … but really he’s never been cuddly, so I see this as a positive step!

Well, that’s it for now. Until next time Faithful Reader.