'tis the season for otitis media (acute)

Yes, Drew has another ear infection.

Frankly, I'm so relieved for some rational explanation of his most current bout of sleeplessness that I could have kissed the doctor, if she'd have just stood still long enough.

The pediatrician's office was so full of mucus-y, crying, snot-covered children that the doc didn't have a whole lot of time to spend on us.

"Hehasanearinfectionhere,here'ssomeAmoxicillin
takeittwiceadayandheshouldbefineOKanyquestions?no?goodgoodgoodkthanksbye."

Now, I know that Amoxicillin can't possibly work this fast, but Drew slept all night last night - with nary a peep. Maybe it was just the comfort that came from knowing that something was being done about his infection and that we weren't just ignoring him in favor of staying home and watching reruns of Judging Amy. (which I really would have liked to do. Amy became my best friend during maternity leave. She really understood.)

This past weekend, I caught up with a friend of mine from high school. I hadn't seen her in, oh, about 10 years. I took Drew over to her house and had lunch with her, her husband and her three beautiful, red-headed children, ages 4, 7 and 10. Quite the houseful. (fortunately, her husband obviously makes a fortune doing something they were both very vague about, so they have this huge gorgeous house, ohmygodihatethem. and why so vague about hubby's job? does he work for the mafia? is he developing secret weapons for the government? am i endangering my life and the lives of all i hold dear by asking these questions on a public blog?)

During the visit, I got a sneak preview of life with a fully mobile preschool-age boy. It sounds something like this:

"thumpthumpthumpthump THUMP." <pause> "thumpthumpthumpthump THUMP." <pause> "Maaaaaoooooommm!!!" "thumpthumpthump BANG."

Their youngest son is named Andrew. He's four.

Prominently displayed on their refrigerator was a large, white card, upon which, in bold, block letters, was the rather ominous-sounding phrase: "Andrew Potty."

This, I was informed, was to remind them to remind Andrew every so often to "go potty", so he won't forget and have an unseemly accident.

I think this is a great idea. Drew isn't going potty yet, but think of all of the other ways this handy tool could be applied for my husband.

"Charles Cook." "Charles Diaper." "Charles Buy Amy Present for No Reason."

Yes, I can see this becoming quite a fixture in my own household.

Comments

[Carla]

Totally awesome idea. Come up with a cool design, and you've got quite the money-making invention right there! Hee!