Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Why you lookin at me?

I finally got Katie to bed... John tried twice but she woke up both times so I waited for a bit before trying again. I got her to bed and went back into her room to put her pillow and blanket away. I heard her say something that I didn't understand and I thought she might be dreaming. I hung around to make sure it wasn't a scary dream when she said it again, clearer this time but I still couldn't understand. Finally I said "Katie, mommy doesn't understand what you're trying to say..." and she said "my song, sing my song". That's my cue to sing her song. I've mentioned it before. I made it up when she was a baby and she really likes it. I sang the chorus twice and the other part once and she started snoring so I switched to Jesus Loves Me just to see if she woke up, because if she's not all the way sleeping, she will wake up just enough to tell me "Sing my song!" When she was finally down, I decided to write a little and then go to bed... but she's still up so I'm still up. :) I thought she would be good for the night. I already put her to bed once but she woke up with a cough so now she's on the couch. I glanced at her while I turned the lamp off to see if she noticed. Sometimes she doesn't want the lights out so I have to tell her it's lights out and she usually is okay with that. She saw me looking at her and said "Mommy, why you lookin at me?"
I was looking at Mike and Jennys blog when she fell. She must have tried to set her sippy cup on the table and ended up missing the table but bumping the sippy cup on it LOUDLY! and falling on the floor. It was *almost* comical. I picked her up and we looked at the blog together. I told her that we could look at pictures of Paige and that she has a cute purse. Katie looked when I told her that and once she saw the purse, she said "That's not my purse" and laid her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes.

Katie is sick so she got a "get out of jail free" card tonight

When I got home today, Katie seemed to be doing better. She was a bit warm so I asked her if she wanted to take a bath. She said yes... "with my silverware Mommy!" So I told her to get her stuff to take in the bath and she came back with a tiny mug... the size of the souvenier shot glasses. She got in the tub and played with that mug for a long time till I started getting her washed up. She wanted to do it herself so I let her use her special sponge. A few minutes later she was saying "my ... something" but I couldn't understand her. Finally after she said it a few times, I understood she wanted her "scrubby" or at least that's what she called it! After awhile I told her that she needed to have her hair washed and I was told "I busy mommy. I playing." I left the bathroom and told her that we would wash her hair in 5 minutes. I walked back in just in time to hear her say "mommy so stu..." and that's when she noticed I was there. She didn't finish her sentence but I kind of got the gist of it. I asked her what she was going to say and she looked at me and hesitated... and then she said "stupid." I let her get away with it... after she looked me in the eye and smiled - because she knew she said something she shouldn't say and I couldn't stay there without laughing. But, boy, next time she's getting a time out!

Later in the evening, John went to pick her up from the couch to bring her to bed. He had just lifted her up when she opened her eyes and said "what?" He tried to lay her down but she wasn't having it!

It's now almost midnight and she's laying on the couch watching Thomas the Train. She's coughing and sounds terrible but her temp is down again which is promising!

Nothing's certain but death and...

Argh. I hate taxes. I know, that's a strong word but it's such a chore to sit at the computer and answer questions and fill in numbers from numerous forms and know that it's for the IRS! The first few questions... who are you, where do you live... that kind of stuff is easy. It just gets so hard about 30 questions in when there's a question and a yes/no button and more detail in the fine print... well, needless to say I ended the evening with a huge headache and so did mom since she's my unofficial tax person. She sat and waited patiently as I searched for my 2007 taxes, laughed with me (a little hysterically) when I returned triumphant to the computer desk with what I thought was my '07 return only to find that it was ... 1997. But I finally found the taxes and logged on successfully to the mortgage site for the other stuff and we did it! After only 3 hours and much complaining on my end. I'm still miffed that the tax site kept slipping in donation questions... I could have helped political candidates campaign, wildlife thrive, and other stuff I just can't remember now. I wish I had an "in" with the tax people... I could sure have used a donation question for "the tiessen ticket"!

The whole time I was downstairs, John had Jacob and grandpa had Katie. She was just so sick it was sad. Her voice is hoarse, she's crabby (which is unusual for her), she has been sleeping more (nice for us!) and she's just not herself! Her temp was 100.5 and getting that was like pulling teeth!

We finished at about 10:30 and I spent a few minutes setting the house to rights and then I went to bed. Whew! Dad got Katie to bed earlier so I didn't have to worry about her which was nice! Thanks Dad!