October brought a multitude of illnesses, leaving us exhausted. It started with Justin not eating well for about a week. He didn't stop eating, he just wasn't displaying his usual enthusiasm for meals. He was WAY fussier than normal too. By Friday we knew something was wrong though we weren't sure what. He had vomited twice but wasn't running a fever. He slept through the night fine, but the next morning started vomiting again.
We contacted an after hours clinic and got him in right away. Since I had to work, Jeff took them on his own, while my brother Russell graciously took me to work. My other brother Patrick picked me up later that day so that we wouldn't have to take Justin back out. (Thanks guys!) As it turned out Justin was diagnosed with a severe case of strep throat. Poor baby.
By the time he had recovered, Norah came down with the flu, and then shared. Fortunately neither Jeff nor I ended up with it, but both babies were pretty miserable for a week. We had them into the doctor, who reassured us that they didn't have a very severe case of it, and that they wouldn't even need medicine (other than Tylenol). We gave them plenty of T.L.C. and were told what to look for in case they got worse.
Norah had the worst time with it. Norah loves the dogs so Jeff attempted to make her feel better, by taking her with him as he went to let the dogs out of their kennel (they enjoyed a night in the garage because it was raining and cold). She was barefoot, preventing her from standing on her own, so he set her in the car seat and left the car door open so she could see. She giggled in anticipation, but the excitement was short-lived (depending on your point of view).
We contacted an after hours clinic and got him in right away. Since I had to work, Jeff took them on his own, while my brother Russell graciously took me to work. My other brother Patrick picked me up later that day so that we wouldn't have to take Justin back out. (Thanks guys!) As it turned out Justin was diagnosed with a severe case of strep throat. Poor baby.
By the time he had recovered, Norah came down with the flu, and then shared. Fortunately neither Jeff nor I ended up with it, but both babies were pretty miserable for a week. We had them into the doctor, who reassured us that they didn't have a very severe case of it, and that they wouldn't even need medicine (other than Tylenol). We gave them plenty of T.L.C. and were told what to look for in case they got worse.
Norah had the worst time with it. Norah loves the dogs so Jeff attempted to make her feel better, by taking her with him as he went to let the dogs out of their kennel (they enjoyed a night in the garage because it was raining and cold). She was barefoot, preventing her from standing on her own, so he set her in the car seat and left the car door open so she could see. She giggled in anticipation, but the excitement was short-lived (depending on your point of view).
Jeff opened the kennel and encouraged the dogs to follow him to the backyard, but it was cold and they opted to return to the kennel and wag their tails, begging for leniency. Jeff more vigorously "encouraged" them to the backyard, but May balked and sat in the middle of the garage. Jeff "outsmarted" them by shutting the kennel door to eliminate their options, but never considered the other open door. May, who's now very overweight, jumped into the narrow backseat of the car with Norah and the bulky car seats! This set poor Norah into a screaming panic as she wasn't anticipating any company.
Initially Jeff thought the predicament was kind of funny and tried to sweet-talk May out of the car. She wasn't buying it, furthermore she was so tightly wedged that she couldn't exit the car if she wanted to. Jeff went to the opposite door and opened it to provide an easier route, but the car was too near the wall and the door couldn't open wide enough for our lard lab to squeeze through. By this time Norah was nearly hysterical, and Jeff was quickly losing patience, so I took her into the house as Jeff backed the car onto the driveway.
Norah was still upset and erupted into a rapid, tangled jumble of undecernable sentences, describing the ordeal, and topped it off by quickly lowering her voice and growling "...and Daddy say, "Get out of the car! Right NOW!" If you would like a repeat performance, just ask Norah what Daddy says to the dog, it's hilarious!
Since Norah refuses to cooperate and allow us to video her saying it, we decided to add in a video just for the fun of it!
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