november six

My 15 minutes of fame! LOL! I'm in Le Journal de Montréal this morning! Page 51! Love it! (This morning after dropping off Sean at daycare, I ran across the street to the dépaneur and bought the last 8 copies that he had left). I'm going to put one in Sean's memory box, one for Mack's memory box and keeping a copy for myself. I have another 2 copies to cut out, one for Sean's baby book and another for Mack's baby book. And another I want to frame. Jamie took a copy to work with him, and the last 2.... not sure, but I have them in case my grandmother or my in-laws didn't get a copy.

Sock progress. I told you! Isn't she beautiful? Too bad I can't keep this sock. It's a test knit for someone else. I cannot wait to be finished this already. So many other things to knit!

Sean's new Nunu's came in the mail. I am hoping that he doesn't notice the difference between the three. The old one, will be left at daycare. I was going to leave it there today, but Sean was a little sick last night, and even though Nunu got a bath this morning (in the washing machine), even though it got a bath, even Febreeze couldn't get the smell out. So this evening I had to wash it again, twice more, once using bleach. I had to get the smell out. Even the house had to be aired out. Between Sean being sick last night, and me this evening, I've had to leave windows open and burn scented candles. Oh, I hope I don't have the flu. That would suck. I haven't been sick in forever though, maybe it was due time.

Thinking about it - when I put Mack to bed last night, I thought I smelled something funky in the hallway. Though, I couldn't place it. Had I realized what it was - that Sean was sick in bed, I would have changed him and his sheets last night. Poor guy, slept in that all night long. I honestly have no idea how some mothers do it. My own mother was the type to caress my back and hold my hair in a ponytail when I was younger and sick over the toilet bowl. Man, I'm the mother who is sick with her child over the toilet bowl, because I can't handle it. How am I supposed to comfort my child when I'm right there with him. Anyone else experience this? Are you like me? Or are you good at controlling your sense? Please tell me I'm not alone!

Anyhow, I'm off to bed ealry because I hope to wake up feeling better tomorrow. Sean was still not 100% tonight (eating habits off, etc), but he has no fever (I have slight, and took some tylenol), and I'm hoping he's okay tomorrow morning.