Stupid Bug, You Ruined my Dinner

By bug I mean the flu and by dinner I mean Alan's company's Christmas dinner at Lord Fletcher's, which has definitely become one of the highlights of our year. We dress up (I even bought a new outfit), we sit in the beautiful Chart Room, we eat (this year, there were pre-appetizers to the appetizers). Unfortunately, our night was cut short due to my illness (which somehow got translated by Alan's co-workers that I was pregnant again. Ummm...no).

I had been feeling fine earlier in the day but was starting to get a little stomachache as we were driving there. This I just attributed to being hungry. When we arrived at the restaurant I was feeling slightly weak as we were standing around having cocktails. When we sat down to dinner I couldn't stop yawning and just attributed it to the fact that I'm not used sitting for so long. I made it through the pre-appetizers before I excused myself to go to the bathroom, where I threw up. "This is what I get for ordering an appletini after more than 2 years of not having any alcohol," I thought to myself. I came back to the table, nibbled on some crackers, ate my chicken wild rice soup, and was feeling slightly better. Then, dinner came. I managed to eat 2 bites of my steak, but was so repulsed by the idea of eating (that should not happen at Lord Fletcher's) that I told Alan we needed to go.

Things progressed worse over the night, that I quickly assessed it was not due to an appletini or food poisoning. My leftovers are still sitting in the fridge, and at this point, I could probably eat them without any problems, but of course they aren't going to be as good as at the restaurant.

Approximately 364 days until Lord Fletcher's next year.

When Life Gives You Lemons

Landon's response to the title would be, "Enjoy them!" While out for lunch today, I gave him the lemon wedge from my Berrylicious Lemonade (yes, that's what it was called), figuring we'd get a really cute sour face. He took it out of his mouth and looked at me as if to say, "Hey, this is something new," but then proceeded to put the lemon in his mouth and sucked on it for like 5 minutes, while Alan and I are shaking our heads in disbelief. He even cried when I took it away. Here are some pictures as proof.

Wrong Video

So I had intended to take a video of Landon dancing (It's super-cute. He hangs on to the side of his toy basket and bounces up and down. His favorite dance CD? Newsboys Go). Here is what I got instead. Sorry my camera was tilted. I was too excited and not prepared!

Lost

For those you expecting this blog to be an analysis of the TV show, I can't help you - I've never seen it. No, this blog is about all the things that I've been losing lately. Here is a list (I'm very much a "list" girl):
Landon's pacifier - this one is frustrating because I know that it is in the house here somewhere. Granted he has 3 more to choose from, but still... As Alan has referenced before - those things should come with GPS.

Landon's dedication/coming home from the hospital pictures - I had the pictures at the scrapbooking retreat I went to a few weeks ago, but then when I went scrapbooking on Friday they weren't in my case. I didn't unpack anything from the scrapbooking retreat and I've checked with the people that I went with to see if they might have picked them up by mistake (they hadn't). I was so excited because some of the pictures I got in fun sizes like 6 by 12 - perfect for scrapbooking. I'd really like to find them because fun sizes come at a price and I'm not too thrilled about paying twice for something I know I had.

Sleep - Yeah, I'm the only one to blame for this one. I did not get much sleep this past weekend. I don't think there was a night this past weekend when I didn't go to bed before 11:30 or midnight. So, when I try to catch up on my sleep (I got a 45 minute nap in yesterday, which certainly isn't catching up, but hey, it's a starting point) it all goes out the window. I had every intention of getting to bed around 10:30, but Alan was working on the bathroom floor and I felt guilty about going to bed without him (I was also trying to get my library book read). Once in bed and in dreamland, Alan calls out to me several times. Bentley, apparently, was sick and vomitting (don't know why I needed to get up to take care of that). Next thing you know, Landon's up and crying. Ugh - not good! We eventually all got settled down, although Alan ended up sleeping in the basement with Bentley, as she was pretty restless last night.

My mind - No, I haven't quite lost that yet, but if I keep losing other things, I know that it won't be too much longer before that's gone too!

We're in Double Digits

Landon turned 10 months old today. I can't even believe it. There's something about double digits that doesn't make it seem as if he's still an infant. It must be all that he's been up to that makes him seem so "grown up." Here's a glimpse of Landon at this stage:
He has 6 teeth and one more on the brink.
He can say "ma-ma," "da-da," and "na-na" (we are convinced na-na is banana, one of his favorite foods).
He just learned how to wave and can give you five.
He can stand by himself and walk around furniture.
He loves watching Bentley chase the ball up the stairs.
He can crawl up the stairs.
He loves to splash in the bathtub (still the baby bathtub because our upstairs bath is not quite finished!)
He loves to explore and see how things work.

Pudding Art

I decided to use pudding as an art medium with Landon the other day. Kind of like finger paint, but if he puts in his mouth, no biggie! I think it's safe to say that he enjoyed it...

Ewwww....gross!

So the city decided today was the day that they wanted to clean out our sewer system. Today - when I am at home with Landon because he had a 102.2 temperature yesterday. I'm sitting in our basement checking Facebook and our toilet starts making this horrible, gurgling sound. I didn't dare open the cover because I was scared of what I might see (too much TV and an overactive imagination first led me to think that a snake was stuck in the pipes and was going to greet me with a hiss - okay, please stop laughing.) Then, came the smell. Being a mom and working in day-care and the church nursery - I've changed a lot of diapers. Those many, many diapers were nothing compared to this smell. I went upstairs to call Alan and the smell was even wafting up there. No answer on either of Alan's phones - ugh! I look outside to see the city truck working by the sewer. Landon's up from his nap so I put his coat on and trek outside and across the street to question the worker. He said that they were cleaning out the sewers and that to help the process I should turn on our water for a little bit, flush the toilet, and pour some water down our in-floor drain in the laundry room and that I might want to open some windows. So glad that it is a 70 degree day as I'm dealing with this literal crap : )