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The Faux Cough

Wito has been dabbling in some fake cough performance art for the past few months. GAH, how I would gladly take Shriek 2.0 over the coughing fits any day. Alas, it seems the cough is his new very favorite activity.

The first couple of times I witnessed the cough, I was pretty certain he was getting sick, exhibiting the early stages of asthma or had some complication resulting from his diaphragm/lung issue during his stay in the NICU. However, over time and many trips here, I’ve assured myself it is an attention-getting mechanism. It seems to be a commonality from the mothers I’ve spoken to, considering he doesn’t cough when he’s sleeping or engaged in playtime or generally NOT bored. The only time he has veered from this pattern was at Music Together last week (OF COURSE), when apparently, upon feeling “invisible” amongst the older toddlers, unleashed a highly believable and over-the-top coughing fit that had many mothers looking at me with:

a) concern that Wito had actually ingested one of the colorful maracas, or

b) contemptible “you brought a SICK baby to class” stares.

Fine, no one actually stared. But I know what they were thinking!!

Now, people. You know me by now…would I, Queen of Germaphobes and Sterile Face Masks, take a sick child to a class? I think not, but of course, these women weren’t privy to my royal status and I felt totally embarrassed.

Oh, speaking of the NICU, I remember the nurse telling me he was going to be a breath-holder when he was only 4 days old. It seems every time they attempted changing his IV or a sponge bath, he would become so irritated and pissed off that we would just hold his breath, purple-faced and eyes bulging.

She was so right. SO right. And this plays very nicely into the coughing fits. Not only will you witness the cough, but a Red Cross Baby CPR movie waiting to happen. It’s truly lovely.

Will it ever stop? Please tell me it will stop.

Soon.

Like, tomorrow-soon.

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The Best Part

SAJ and I did an extended 5k today! No, not a public 5K complete with fanfare and paper numbers donning our chests, but so much better! It was our own walk/jog/explorathon hybrid covering miles and miles of the coast.  Truly fantastic, but do you want to know the best part?

She detailed it on her blog, thus leaving me more time to sit on my tired (Yet toned! Becoming toned!) ass and dream of Sprinkles.

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Grey Days

Gray or Grey? Personally, I prefer the latter.

It’s been overcast all day, which is quite a rarity around here. A rarity that I really enjoy, though. Sometimes 340 days of sunshine a year can get a little monotonous, and I welcome the change of weather. The ocean looks completely different on cloudy days, so dark and ominous, not that much different than Wito’s diaper after a huge helping of bananas, really. (Which, why bananas? Why the grey poop? One of the great mysteries of life.)

Wito’s first tooth popped through and his second is following quickly behind, so he’s been a little off today. I emailed SAJ about a quick walk:

W: Hey, do you want to walk over to Starbucks? I think Wito wants to go outside.

SAJ: Sure. Baby Bug feels the slightest bit warm, though. She isn’t sick, but just in case, I know how you are about germs.

W: Oh, I don’t mind. They just hang in the strollers anyway, but I totally understand if you want to stay around there.

SAJ: Oh no. I totally want to get out. LET ME OUT!!!!!!

W: I HAVE TO GET OUT TOOOOOOOO! HE’S CRAZED!!!

Notice how nonchalance unfolds into true desperation within minutes. Just the way I like it.

So, we grabbed a couple of lattes, walked to the water and embraced the grey. And you would think that one of us would have taken some photos for a SAJ-style slideshow. Alas, we are some lame desperados.