Morrison Memories: the joy's of having a sick child....

Last Monday I had parent/teacher conferences from 10-6 and Connor's school was closed, so what to do. Of course Daddy to the rescue. Eric worked/played from home that day. Around 11:30 my class phone rings, cell phone and then class phone rings again. I knew something had to be going on but couldn't call back until one of my conferences left. I called Eric back to find out that Connor had managed to get ahold of my perfume bottle and broke it. What happens when you have broken glass and a two year old? Yes, they want to pick it up. So Connor cut is finger opened. Now.... Connor has already had stitches once this summer and the amount of blood that came from his head was astonishing. I could only imagine the worst, but I couldn't tell if Eric was overreacting or if it was serious. So off they went to Dr. G's office. Dr. G checked him out and of course his finger was fine just needs to be cleaned. BUT while they are sitting there, Dr. G asked Connor if he was having trouble breathing. Connor's response was "No, Dr. G!" Dr. G listened to his lungs and of course put us back on breathing treatments. Connor has had RSV the last two years and we have spent most of the last 2 winter seasons on breathing treatments. This is not fun! We had planned to take Connor to the fair this weekend, but he had other plans. The coughing is getting a little better, but the wheezing is getting worse. He is very VERY cranky and any parent knows it is not fun taking a cranky, sick 2 year old out in public. Connor took almost a 4 hour nap, which was much needed. Our weekends our usually packed from Friday to Sunday so it was nice to stay home for a change. Eric got all the yard work done and the garaged cleaned out. We also started the next step in Connor's big boy room. YEA!!

Now, anyone that knows my child knows he does not mind getting dirty. He is the first to try new things and doesn't think twice about it. Carving pumpkins is a whole different story. We had a little assembly line going... Connor and I would clean the pumpkin and Eric would cut out the face. Connor was more of a spectator. He kept telling us it was disgusting and gross. I think he liked the finish product more than the process.