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Mother’s Day

Yesterday was my greatest Mother’s Day yet.

(Is it wrong that I can’t make a statement like that without conjuring up a mental image of Chris Harrison? Stay tuned for Whoorl’s Greatest, Most Romantic Mother’s Day Yet! Don’t go anywhere! You do not want to miss The Most Dramatic Holiday Of The Year!)

(Is it even worse that I am STILL watching The Bachelor? Who’s it going to be? Shayne? The other chick? WHO?)

Now, technically (if pregnancy counts), I’ve only had two of these holidays under my belt, so I don’t have a lot to go by. BUT, c’mon people. Wito walked into the kitchen holding a homemade card, actually handed it to me and exclaimed, “Happy Birthday, Mommy!” (A+ for effort.)

You have to admit, CUTE. Precious, even! The Most Precious Mother’s Day Yet!

What an incredibly crazy week. As I mentioned, Nightline was at my home most of the afternoon on Monday, which was nerve-wracking and surreal in itself. Add in a toddler with a 103 degree fever and no babysitter, and watch Whoorl spontaneously combust!

When working out the details, I planned to film the segment over Wito’s naptime, with Brenda and Bug on call just in case he woke up. Obviously, as Monday morning approached, that plan went to the dogs, since I didn’t want to expose Bug to Wito’s mystery high fever from hell with no symptoms except half-mast eyelids and noodle limbs. So, I figured I would just have to make it work and pray he didn’t wake up. (These are the times when I am SO NOT COOL with the fact that I live thousands of miles away from my family.)

The producers were amazing, patient and so accommodating. Even mid-sentence during the interview, when high-pitched wails from the back of the house suddenly permeated the entire area. Um, about that nap. The producers kindly stopped filming, I ran to the back, tried my best to sooth, ran back to the living room, adjusted my hair and lip gloss (NARS Foul Play, if you must know. The Most Perfect Nude Gloss Yet!) and tried remember what in the hell I was blathering about. Lather, rinse, repeat.

After ten minutes of back and forth, I accepted defeat, called D from the back room, forcibly mumbling, “For the love of sweet jebus get your ass home I can’t do this on my own ABC is in my living room holy hell I’m going to die right here and OMG HELP WITO IS DELUSIONAL.” Luckily, he was home within ten minutes, and all was well. (I will let you all know the airdate as soon as I find out.)

So, this has been an increasingly long-winded way of telling you that Wito has been a sick kid all week with Roseola.

Roseola: The Mysterious Asshat Virus.

What is Roseola? Well, it’s a virus that causes a high fever for four days with absolutely no symptoms (besides the feverish hell), until the fifth day when an awesome red rash breaks out all over your child’s body. (Oh, and no matter what your doctor says, it DOES ITCH.) The good news is that once you get it, you’ll never deal with it again. The bad news is that your little one looks like this:

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Wito: Homo Sapiens Palmes Larges

However, as Mother’s Day weekend commenced, the clouds parted, the angels sang, the rash disappeared, and Voilá! Happy, healthy boy!

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See me in fever-free motion! p.s. – Get the hell out of my way.

Oh! How could I forget The Most Romantic Mother’s Day Gift Yet? Now, D and I normally don’t spend much on gifts, but he surprised me with the PERFECT necklace.

The Most Beautiful Necklace Yet!

(I took it too far, didn’t I? I’m stopping.)

I finished the day with a couple Sierra Nevada Pale Ales, Kung Pao chicken and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. All in all, a great day.

How was your Mother’s Day? Good food? Great gifts? Do tell!

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  1. Her Bad Mother

    May 13, 2008 at 1:42 pm

    Roseola = SUCKS.

    (I was taken to brunch, a brunch that involved lobster. What I really wanted was for this baby to come, but lobster was a reasonable substitute.)

  2. Jamie

    May 13, 2008 at 2:16 pm

    Damn Roseola. My poor daughter had the fever and everything when she was 18 months. The drs couldn’t figure it out since the rash hadn’t appeared yet. They put her through urine samples (catheters) and everything. Then the next day the rash appeared.

    Glad you had a great mother’s day. Can’t wait to see you on TV. :)

  3. allison Tannery

    May 13, 2008 at 7:56 pm

    Hello Sarah! I just my updated pics for the FIRST EVER COUPLES HAIR THURSDAY (does that make us famous?!?), and then read this post about wittle Wito, and his Childhood Disease. Ours have had Fifth’s for weeks!!! (as the incubation is like, 3 weeks long, each time we’re thinking we’re out of the woods, another one falls). It is so much like what Wito has, IT IS MISERABLE. Just wanted to send empathy, or sympathy, never remember the difference, and say that now, I’m so psyched for you and your ABC interview (not that you are overly concerned about a stranger’s opinion…but hey, I’m tickled pink)!!!

    Thanks again, I’m going to stop barraging you with email now,
    allison

  4. Steph

    May 14, 2008 at 3:58 pm

    My husband took my three-year-old shopping for Mother’s Day stuff on Saturday. Fifteen minutes after they got home, Luke (the three-year-old) asked me if he could have some cake.

    I told him we didn’t have any cake.

    He said, “Yes, we do!” And led me straight to where it was hidden in the kitchen.

  5. Hadey

    May 19, 2008 at 4:05 pm

    This was my first Mother’s Day (if you don’t count being pregnant), so I had high expecations. Unfortunately my sweetie came down with a terrible stomach virus/fever and was sick from 2:00 p.m. Saturday until about midday Monday.

    He did, however, manage to get me the perfect gift prior to getting sick. On Friday when he was home with our 10 month old baby girl (he stays home with her on Fridays while I’m at work), he managed to get her all dressed up and actually did her hair (no small feat when you see her hair!!!) and had our neighbor take her picture. Sunday morning I had an 8×10 of her waiting for me. Absolutely precious.

    http://www.flickr.com/photos/95257294@N00/2507112776/