When your child is not feeling well, and you suspect a fever, but are unsure of what to do next. Should you get out the thermometer? Call the doctor? Give medication?
In healthy kids, FEVERS usually don’t indicate anything serious. We all know it is frightening when your child’s temperature rises, but a fever itself does no harm and can actually be a good thing. A fever is a symptom when your childs body is fighting an illness. We typically treat fevers with medication that are fever reducers to make your child feel better and to prevent dehydration.
What TEMPERATURES can you expect when your child is sick. Guidelines state that you should call your pediatrician if he has a temperature at or above:
100.4 degrees Fahrenheit and he is under three months old
101 degrees Fahrenheit and he is between three and six months old
103 degrees Fahrenheit and he is over six months old
Just as important as the your child’s temperature, please consider this advice from the American Academy of Pediatrics:3 Continue reading →
Remember when you were a kid, and you set off from the last day of school with a summer reading list? Pages and pages of wonderful books, asking to be read. Library card in hand, you happily spend lazy summer afternoons with a book in one hand and an ice cream sandwich in the other.
Maybe that was just me.
So far, I have found that the worst part of being a working adult is summer. What do you mean I don’t get summer vacation? What do you mean I have to spend the sunniest, laziest days sitting in a fluorescent chamber of boredom and deadlines? What do you mean I don’t get a summer reading list and hours of freedom to spend reading?
Well, this summer I have decided to make my own reading list and spend also some time doing these personality quizzes. Sure I am SAHM and I don’t think I will develop my career any time soon but it was really fun to taking the quiz and read about my career personality and possible jobs. Then instead of lazing on the couch watching mindless TV after work/dinner/housework, I’ll be lazing on the couch reading one classic after another. That’s right, I’m focusing on the classics. No fluffy novels about shopping or engagement rings for me! Only the truly good stuff. And I’m off to a great start. Continue reading →
Some great advice I received when I was a “new mom,” was to try and enjoy each moment with my baby. Below are a few tips to help you enjoy your little one.
I am a mom to a 21 month old, and I can’t believe that he is already almost two. The first year was tough, feeling sleep deprived, and having to care for another person that was completely dependent on me was so exciting and exhausting all in the same breath. The second year has been filled with challenges of an “almost terrible two year old”, and trying to set boundaries, yet still let him explore the world. But everyday has been an adventure and I loved every minute of the smiles, giggles, and the first steps, and words. And I am really enjoying the innocence of childhood, and it amazes me. It has been so rewarding watching my son develop into a little being with thoughts and a cute personality as he explores his environment. I love the “wows”, when he sees something new and exciting. I certainly don’t know everything about parenting, and I just try to be a good mom. But when I am having a “mommy stress moment”, I try to remember why I love my little man, and how much I enjoy being a mom! Continue reading →
I am soooooo frustrated right now! I am trying to set a doctor’s appointment for my son and can’t even get through to the appointment desk. I have called and called and called only to get a busy signal every time. I looked in the phone book and there was another number listed to call in case there was no answer at the main number. I called the alternative number and asked to set an appointment. I was tersely informed that I had to call the main number. I explained that I had been trying to call the main number for half an hour and kept getting a busy signal. She smarted off, “Keep trying” and hung up. Perhaps this alternate number was an emergency number, but it was not listed as such in the phone book, and she never informed me of such either. Continue reading →
Everyone seems to have a list about themselves, so I thought, “Why not share some of my specializes with the all of you? You deserve to have a little sunshine in your bleak lives.” However, in the interest of keeping your jealousy down to a minimum, I will only share a few morsels of Craziness.
You know that cologne of perfume that you or [men, insert appropriate term] – (your wife/your girlfriend/your significant other/your mother/that person you are stalking)- wear(s) that smells so good. Well, that is what I smell like all the time. It is my natural scent. I don’t have body odor, I have body aroma. I just smell that good. In fact, that cologne or perfume you like, it is actually essence of me. That’s right, I bottle my own natural scent and share it with others, because I hate to be stingy.
I am the smartest person who has ever lived. Socrates, Aristotle, DaVinci, Einstein; they had nothing on me. Their brilliance is but a dull glimmer compared to the blindly glare of my genius. I am so smart that I wisely hide my exceptional intelligence to throw off the masses of people who may become jealous and seek to destroy what they could never possible be.
Hi, my name is Crazy and I…am an addict. I am addicted to ICE. No, I don’t shoot up or smoke meth. I’m talking about actual ice. You know, the stuff you put in your drinks to keep them cold.
It started when I was a teenager. Sometimes I would finish a drink and there would be a few half melted pieces of ice sitting in the bottom of the glass. I would suck them up and crush them between my teeth, enjoying the way the tiny particles of ice would slowly melt in my mouth. Back then it was just something I did once in a blue moon. I could take it or leave it.
But about 10 years ago things started getting out of control. What was once just an occasional pleasure had become a daily habit. I was chomping ice after every drink. In fact, I couldn’t even have a drink without ice. I became an ice connoisseur. While I would chew on any ice that came my way, I prefered my ice crushed. I knew which places had the best finely crushed ice. The ultimate high was the soft, silky shaved ice at the snow cone stands. No syrup for me, thank you, just give me a big old cup of shaved ice piled at least 4 inches above the top. Continue reading →
Do you ever feel guilty for being happy when there is so much sadness around you? I watch the news and am horrified and saddened by what’s happening abroad and in America. I listen to the stories of suffering right here in our community with people losing their jobs and trying to figure out how they will take care of their family.
I watch the news and heart sinks but then I turn off the TV and start making dinner for my family. By the time we’re sitting around the table and having dinner, I’ve pretty much forgotten the misery that a mere hour ago had infested my heart.
Now I’m playing with my little boys and making them laugh by making silly faces. After dinner, we run around and play tag and all fall on the floor in a pile of giggles.
singing would be part of my mommy duties. It wasn’t a duty that I took to very naturally. To be honest, I’m not a very good singer. Everyone said that it wasn’t about how well you sing but just that you connect with your child. So I gave it a try even though it felt really awkward.
I remember the first time I sung to him. He was only a few months old and when I started singing You Are My Sunshine his eyes lit up and he stared at me with such concentration. Wow, this singing stuff really works, I thought. I was completely shocked. Now I had to come up with a few more songs to add to my repertoire.
You would think it would be easy to sing songs to your child but I found it quite challenging. I couldn’t find songs that I knew the words to that a child would like. I had to actually look up songs on the Internet. How lame is that? I finally settled on a few classics (Hush Little Baby, the Wheels on the Bus, etc.) and sung those over and over (mostly making up my own words for the second and third verses). After a few months of singing, I transitioned singing into reading books and my son loved the books and never went back to wanting songs.
I have grey hair. I never thought that I would care when I got grey hair. I liked my hair natural and didn’t feel a need to color it. In fact, I prided myself on my ability to stay natural and intended to never color my hair. I thought that it was more important to be happy with myself the way I was than to start the endless cycle of covering up the aging process.
I felt the same way about makeup. I rarely wore makeup and almost reveled in the fact that I didn’t feel the need to wear makeup on a daily basis. I always thought it was healthier (mentally and physically) to not put all that stuff on your face and all those chemicals in your hair.
But as the grey hair multiplied and my skin started to look a little more aged, my faith in the beauty of “natural” started to crumble. Then one day I saw a picture of myself with my kids and realized that I looked different than I felt.
And not just towards my husband (because he just volunteered to help me with the Valentine’s cookies that I’m making for my ladies tea party!) but also towards the great friends that I’ve either made or gotten closer to because of this blog.
Thank you so much for your comments and support. I can’t believe you’re still reading this thing after all these months of mostly goofy posts (with some being total downers) but I’m SO happy you’re still here. Love you, love you, love you and……love you!