Yup. Add pinkeye to the endless string of illnesses Mason has had since entering the world. It's almost gone now, but man, when's it going to end? Everyone I've talked to says that the first year is the worst in terms of them getting sick, especially if they're in daycare, which, speaking of, seems like he's never at. Mason has literally been to the doctor, hospital, after hours clinic or a specialist over a dozen times since the beginning of May. His one year birthday is quickly approaching and I'm hoping what they say is true: After one, they hardly ever get sick. I know there are chicken pox, lice and other fun grade school afflictions to deal with in the near future, but I'm looking forward to a couple of years without bug after bug.
Wait. Did I just say that? I'm a parent. There are no days off. Silly me.
July 30, 2008
Better late than never. // I love Halloween! // Our new house. // Guess who's walking?! // Later, Royal Oak. // 1st Birthday. // Six and a half days... // Pink eye can't believe it isn't over. // Swiss Baby. // Goodbye Grandma Champine. // Family Portrait. // Check 'em out. // Postponed. // Not long now. // Tuckered out. // Boo boo. // New news. // Oh, hello. // Here we go again. // Something New! // Surrender. // Update. // Third day on the job. // Our second official illness. // Our first official illness. // Usually, I like being in control. // Daycare. // Awww... // Motherhood. // Our little adventure. // That time of year again. // Mini-Me. // Two weeks and two days. // His very own website. // Super star. // Mason Alexander Keberly. // Taking his sweet time. // Locked and loaded. // Request. // Hi Dad. // Two and a half weeks left. // Just checking in. // Welcome to my crib. // I cain't see! // Check this out. // It's official. I'm huge. // Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. // Experiencing technical difficulties. // Venting. // Rocky Road ice cream anyone? // Dad, how do you do it? // Nursery. // Mason Alexander Keberly. // Place your bets. // The Keblet. // Double whammy. // The Keblet. // *Barf* // Can't sleep. // *Waves* // Dad. // Lala. // Happy anniversary, mom and dad! // Operation: New bathroom. // Happy Birf-day, dear husband of mine... // Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you... // My best Rick James impersonation. // Good bye. // More randomness. // Random thoughts. // Careful. I bite. // Grumpy smurf. // Fruits of our Labor Day. // Ridiculous. // Human barometer. // Welcome home, dad. // There's no place like home. // Flatulence. // Hungry, apparently. // Jobs. // Teefs. // Cavities. // Bad mood. // Finally. // Weddings. // Dad. // Mom. // Mean. // Oh no. // Move along. Nothing to see here. // Stuff. // Tuesday. The day after Monday. // Bored. Or is it boring? // Two things. // Feeling Green. // Accepted. // Good day. // Sis. Boom. Bah. // Monday. // Weekend. // Gone. // Closed. //