17 months and 22 days

Last week, Noah was sick for the majority of the week.  He was already a little cranky because of teething and the splitting headache from his aforementioned tumble off the chair, but add 102 fever to that and it is just plain unbearable.  He ran fever for about 3-4 days straight and was miserable.  The only silver lining for me, I guess, is that for the first itme in his life he actually wanted me.  The downside was that he wanted me ALL DAY LONG and did not ever want me to put him down.  I took him to the doctor early on to have his ears checked out- they were fine probably just a virus.  And of course I, being the pediatrician, accepted that as true and didn't worry about his ongoing fever... FALSE.  I would love to say that I gleened from all my training and knowledge and applied what I would tell every other kid walking through the door to my own child, but that would be a lie.  Throughout those four days, I diagnosed him with a cheek abscess, a brain abscess, mastoiditis, and meningitis.  Even Brian was having to tell me that he was alright and to settle down (usually the roles are reversed).  

Why is it that all training, knowledge, logic, and reason fly out the window when it is your own kid?  I can only hope that the next time I won't be so crazy.  One possible bonus from Noah's sickness and Mommy phase is that after 17 months and 22 days, yesterday he FINALLY said 'Mommy.'  I heard it multiple times and it was witnessed by Brian as well.  He may never say it again, but I know that he can and that he does in fact know who I am. :)

Not the best quality of pictures, but good enough to show that he is defintiely much happier now.

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A couple nights ago, we decided to wash the car together as a family.  It ended up more like one of us wash while the other watch Noah.  He was pretty excited about all of it, especially the puddle that formed in our driveway.

His favorite thing to do was actually to lie down in the puddle, but this was as close as we got to capturing that.

Finally, he started pulling his own weight and contributing to the car washing efforts.

He was very proud of himself for handing the sponge to Daddy.  

It was good to be outside.  It has been so hot lately that we haven't been out nearly as much and we have all been missing it.  Trying to continue our nightly outdoor activities, we went on a walk the next night.  It was not nearly as enjoyable as spraying each other with the hose while washing the car.  Brian keeps coming up with ways that we can install a pool in our backyard so we can go swimming every night.  It is obviously not going to happen, but wouldn't it be nice.