What a Week.

It was a long week, culminating in a bad day. I'm far to tired to do this all justice, so here's the short version:

• I have had a very busy week at work, and thanks to today's events, I'll be working during found time (read: nap time) this weekend.


• Thomas has had the flu (or something like it) combined with a nasty cold for most of the week. He was basically in bed for a full day and a half, but finally felt well enough to leave on his business trip to Phoenix yesterday morning (though he very nearly missed his flight).


• Carter has an ear infection. It was in one ear on Monday and had spread to both ears by today (when the pediatrician gave us antibiotics).


• My mom and Mimi were supposed to come spend the weekend with us, but their flight was cancelled and they couldn't get another one, so they aren't coming.


• There has been ice falling from the sky since early this morning.


• Just as we were about to walk out the door this afternoon, I walked in the room to find blood pouring down Carter's chin. He must have fallen and caught his lip. Luckily, we were on the way to the pediatrician for the aforementioned ear infection, so she was able to tell me that he ripped the thingy that attaches the upper lip to your gums. Apparently it is not uncommon, and it heals just fine. But it bleeds - A LOT. The bleeding had stopped when we were at the pediatrician, but the poor boy bled from the mouth most of the way home on the incredibly overcrowded, hour-long, rush-hour, snow-day subway ride home from the doctor. He didn't really mind the bleeding - he just wanted to chew on something, but that, of course, made the bleeding worse. So I wouldn't let him chew. So he, in turn, told the whole subway car how much he disagreed with that decision (I'm sure I looked like the mother of the year with my bleeding, crying baby).
• The UPS guy got me to sign for a package today that I assumed was for one of our new neighbors, but I now realize that we don't have a neighbor by that name.


• We are out of wine or stiff-drink fixins', and I can't go get more because the baby is sleeping. So I am going to bed.

On a happy note, we now have a working dishwasher!

Lest you be worried, Carter bounced right back as soon as we got home and I got him in the bath. I'm sure that he will be feeling much better tomorrow. Here's a sweet picture of him from the other day.