Fussy, Dry, and Decided
Fussy - I took Frank for an ear re-check this morning and his ear infections are clearing nicely. You just can't imagine how miserable my sweet boy is. Even at school the teachers were saying he's not his usual happy self. All day, all night: fussy. Clingy. Miserable. Needy. Whining. Crying. Unhappy. I would really like to fix it for him. The pediatrician's best guess, to go along with day 5 of diarrhea, is that Frank is having stomach cramps from the antibiotics. When I hold him after he has miserably passed out in my arms sleeping, his whole body just jerks, and sometimes he whimpers this high-pitched noise. She told us that we can probably end the antibiotics on Wednesday instead of Saturday if he doesn't pick up Mimi's runny nose.

It is wearing having such a miserable, clingy baby that you can't help. I would like to say that I am a gracious and understanding mother. But, truthfully, I find myself clenching my teeth so hard that it's a wonder they don't just snap off. And the yelling of, "STOP. CRYING. YOU'RE OK." And he just can't stop touching me at night. When I put him in his crib he fusses within minutes. He's been sleeping on my arm for several nights now and it is wearing having someone hanging on you and touching you all the time. Or at least it is for me.

Dry - for the second time, unbeknownst to us, Mimi changed out of her diaper before school into underwear, and wore underwear all day and went potty by herself at school. But the missing piece is still missing - she is withholding her poop. I got a stern talking to at school that letting her wear a diaper just to poop is a "mixed message", and so when she started crying that her bottom hurt, they told her to sit on the potty until the poop came out. But she didn't. Poor kid has been pooping in her sleep, if at all. I worry about this, but I'm so proud! And what a wonderful day it would be if we were only buying diapers for one and not two.

Decided - I bought the tickets. It's done. We're going.