Giving Thanks (inspired by)


Thanks be to God, Father, Son and Spirit, for the abundance of good things he pours on His children.
We are but few, but His blessings are many.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Peter's kryptonite

Petie is the most laid back, cheerful baby ever.  If you watched the movie, you know his days are filled with many things that you and I would consider stressful, overstimulating, or just plain annoying.  Yet little Petie rarely complains. 

Nothings seems to upset this kid.  Not brother pokes; not rough sister kisses; not being forgotten in another room; not body management frustrations; not dropped toys; not a face covered in snot; not loud yells in his face; not playing by himself; not messy diapers; not even being used as a drum.

But this week, I discovered super-baby's kryptonite.
Roseola.

This mean, mean virus turned my sweet child into a screaming cling-on for four days and nights!  His fever reached 103 at the worst of it, but his horrible mood topped even Eldon's bad days.  Petie learned all kinds of new unhappy noises, and those noises came out of his little mouth all day and night.  His favorite sad noise was a cross between a the whimper of a kitten left out in the rain and a hoot of an owl who was grieving over the loss of his best friend.  He adhered himself to his mother and was pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.

Today, the ugly noises are gone, and my happy little Petie is back.  Welcome back, sweet baby.

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