A Girl Named PJ

After promising JB a week ago that I’d make matzoh ball soup for dinner, I finally made good on my word last night. While he ran to Costco with Levi, I rolled matzoh balls and chopped chicken while wearing Asa in the Baby K’tan. For 15 minutes or so, I was a champion at multi-tasking.

Levi and Asa were sleeping by the time the soup was finished cooking, and JB was out in the garage installing a car seat protector. As I ladled out the first portion of soup into the low-rimmed soup bowl I was holding in my left hand, I clumsily tipped the bowl, spilling boiling broth onto my palm. Yelling in pain, I tossed the bowl onto the stove and ran over to the sink to run cold water on my hand.

My hand under the faucet, I began to sob. JB, who had come in from the garage when he heard me yell, asked, “I know your hand hurts, but why are you really crying?”

The boy knows me too well.… READ MORE!

My parents were in town this past weekend, and we had every intention of making it an activity-filled visit. Walking around the zoo, catching a minor league baseball game, and playing at the Children’s Museum were on our hypothetical list of things to do. I was also looking forward to taking advantage of free babysitters and going to get a pedicure or seeing The Grand Budapest Hotel with JB.

But then poor Levi woke up in the middle of the night on Saturday from a diarrhea-induced diaper explosion that left him, his pajamas, and his bedding covered in poop. Then, as I was tucking him into bed at the end of the day, he stood up and vomited all over me. While I jumped into the shower to wash my hair, his sheets went into the washing machine once again.

I’m not sure if what happened was more traumatic for Levi or for me.

So we spent the weekend at home, giving Levi multiple oatmeal baths and letting him go diaper-free to air out the painful rash on his bottom. We also dyed Easter eggs and (finally!) watched Frozen while Levi snacked on crackers and Pedialyte.

Of course I wish that Levi hadn’t been sick while my parents were here, but I have to say, JB and I were happy to have two extra set of hands to help out with the kids. We can always visit the zoo the next time they’re in Omaha, and maybe I can find some time to get that much-needed pedicure one night this week.