Mo-Cakes

This weekend wasn't all that exciting. Friday Erin stayed home with Margo who had run a 103 temp the night before. Her parents were nice enough to come over and fill in my slot so I could work the rest of the day. That night I got together with Corey and watched the "Towering Inferno" with him and his wife. His kids are fun as always- But his daughter, Chloe, was sort of keeping her distance and being generally uncomfortable with this 'intruder' in her house. Up until then, she was always happy to see Erin and I whenever we came over, to thei point where she would jump up and down screaming, "Pat and Erin! Pat and Erin! Pat and Erin!" So I guess she's getting older. My neice was the same way. I think it has something to do with realizing that it's not 'cool' to jump up and down like that when you see people.

Saturday Erin and I decided to make pancakes and listen to Motown music. It was something that happened accidently one morning when we were making pancakes and I was playing a Notes Underground podcast of new music. One of the tracks they played was a mash-up of 1960's motown which had all of us playing around and dancing. Especially Margo, which is really funny to see. After that Erin thought I should get some more, which I did, and she called it "Mo-Cakes". After Mo-Cakes we spent the rest of the morning trying to get Audrey to pee in the toilet, which didn't work out too well. We followed almost everyone's directions and combined them into one 'super-potty training' session in the kitchen. The first trick is to start handing out as many apple juice boxes as she can handle. Then, you put the potty chair in the kitchen so she can have quick access to it. You use a doll that can pee, and show her how it's done. Then you let her take the full potty-cup-thing into the bathroom and empty it out in the big toilet. All that worked well, and she was genuinely excited to put a magnet up on the big white board when she 'tinkled in the potty' (which I kept screwing up and saying "Pee in the thing"). But she couldn't. She kept peeing and crapping all over herself before she could make it to the 'thing', and would then demand to put a magnet on the board. It didn't bother her one way or the other if it was going to work out. So we gave up after her nap and decided to go shopping.

Chippy, meanwhile, was getting better. Her fever was getting lower and she wasn't so lethargic when taking her naps. On Thursday I had to get her from daycare early and take her to Urgent Care since our pediatrician wasn't accepting anymore appointments for the day. Though, when I told them Margo's symptoms, the lady made it clear that I should take her to a pediatrician and not just a urgent care. Amazing. I picked her and Audrey up and went straight to the UC, but they didn't open until six. Defeated, I went home and called Erin. She later took Margo and the result was anti-climatic. They didn't see anything wrong with her. She had a high fever, but there wasn't anything dramtic about it. But by the end of Saturday night she was throwing tantrums and screaming her head off in a really weird way. Besides that she was normal all day. Sunday was the same, by the time evening rolled around she was throwing tantrums at almost nothing. She did it again tonight (monday night) and I was starting to get worried. Our daycare lady said she was fine all day, and there was no fever to speak of. I sat her down to eat something while she threw a fit, and she calmed down depending on what food I gave her. When she didn't want something she basically just swiped it off her table. I came to conclusion, after watching her try to mouth the words "Boo-baah" along with the television show on PBS, that she must be trying to communicate, but can't figure out how to do it, and is getting frustrated. She knows the sign for 'milk', and 'more' but that's it. So I'll have to try to get her to learn more.