Phil took Maggie to the doctor on Monday, where she was diagnosed with strep throat. He had Alexander with him, and so the doctor tested him too. His quick results came back negative, but they sent it away to see if it would grow.
On Tuesday, Phil stayed home with Maggie and Xander and ended up going to his doctor because his throat was hurting. He was also diagnosed with strep.
On Wednesday morning, John-Paul and Andrew both complained that their throats were sore. Later that day, the pediatrician's office called saying that Alexander's results came back positive for strep. I mentioned that 2 of our other children had sore throats, and she said to bring them in that afternoon.
Guess what happened next? Yup, they both tested positive for strep. Eamon went to the appointment too, and I think at this point, the doctor was feeling so bad for us that she just tested Eamon for free, and he surprisingly did not have it.
Then my throat started to hurt, but not badly at all. I decided on a whim to go to the Urgent Care center Wed. night just to be sure it wasn't strep, and turns out I was wrong. I also have strep throat!! Today I stayed home with J-P, Andrew, and Xander since we were all on our first full day of antibiotics.
So here's the Martin Family diet for the next week or so:
The weirdest part of this strep taking over our house?
It's like a very minor sore throat. I NEVER would have thought it was strep. Never.
The funniest part?
Eamon, the last one standing, brought home a notice from school today warning parents that "someone" in the school has strep throat. Yeah, we'll be on the lookout ;)
Don't let this cute smile fool ya.
Last night, Xander comes downstairs, crying:
Me: What happened?
Xander: Maggie bited my ear!
Me: Maggie, get down here, and tell me what happened.
Maggie: It was an accident!!
Me: How do you bite someone's ear by accident?
Maggie: Well, I was on the seesaw and I fell over to him, and my mouth was opened, and it went on his ear, and then I accidentally closed my mouth.
Me: Go sit on the stairs until you are ready to tell me the truth.
10 minutes later...
Me: Are you ready to tell me the truth?
Maggie: I don't want to because I'm scared (starts crying).
Me: Maggie, telling the truth always makes you feel better. Now what happened?
Maggie: I bit him.
Maggie: Because I can't help it, I just always want to touch his ears, they are so soft.
Me: You have to find something else soft to touch, like a blankie or your own ears.
Maggie: But my ears aren't as soft.
Me: Well...just wait for the new baby to come. He or she will have soft ears.
(I apologize in advance, little one, but this tired Mama was out of good parenting advice.)
Somebody has graduated from the highchair-facing-the-wall timeout spot to the stool-in-the-kitchen timeout spot. Next level is the stairs. And before you know it, I'll be taking away the car keys. My, my how they grow!
|"Oh you taking my picture? I do the Grinch face."|
The crime? Stepping on his brother's eye.
I just don't even....
Have you heard that my team is in the Playoff game this weekend? Go Pats!!!!
So yesterday after posting this belly shot, I was surprised by the comments that some of you thought that my bare belly was showing.
Listen, I wish my belly looked as stretch-mark-free as that, and that my belly button wasn't telling me that the turkey's done, but let's be real...this is my 6th bambino and I'm not Gisele Bundchen.
Even Phil thought it was my skin showing, and when I asked him why on Earth my belly would be that many shades whiter than my arm and face, he replied:
"Well it is where the sun don't shine."
Have a wonderful football and Sherlock watching weekend, my friends!!