Baby Rule #3

Do not question the love a boy has for his ball.

It's become bit routine to "check out" a toy from daycare.

Cameron picks out one (whichever one he plays with the most that week) and we return it the following week.

We've had big toy truck, xylophone alligator, ball with toy hamster inside, tambourine, small toy truck, toy that had spinning ducks....you get the idea.

Well Thursday night I went to pick up the Cheese & what did I find?
He was playing with the room beach ball, hmm.

Miss Ruth said the first day she brought it in for beach day, Cameron was scared of it.

So scared, he would cry if it got too close to him. :(

But over time & I'm sure watching everyone else have fun with it, he's grown to love it too.

What a wonderful story right?

It's great, really it is.

Cameron put the ball back, we're not taking the huge beach ball home.

Note to self: Do not try to take beach ball away from Cameron.

So, as comical as we looked I placed Cameron in his carseat & he held onto the ball.

I was too busy saying, "are you kidding me? we're taking the beach ball?" to take a picture.

As soon as we came home he went straight for his new toy & well, had a ball. ;)
This is my ball Oscar, you can look at it but don't touch. Matter of fact, stop looking.
Mama, cross out Infant & put Cameron.
Ok mama, I'm going to throw it to you & you throw it back.

See, wasn't that fun?! Now let's do it 1,432 more times!
As usual, Friday was daddy & bebe day.

When I walked through the door Paul told me all about Cameron's love for the beach ball.

Yeah, I think he likes it just a tad.

Paul even surprised me with a video to show proof.

It has a Blair Witch vibe, but it was sweet that Paul thought to record & share with me.



Ahh, to be that content with a 99 cent ball. :)

Rule #1: Babies shouldn't be allowed to get sick.

Well, this weekend was interesting to say the very least.

Poor Cameron had a cold.

I knew something was up Friday night.

When it was bedtime, he didn't want a bottle (SHOCKER), instead he wanted to be rocked to sleep.

*swoon*

At the time I thought this was the best idea yet.

Then along came Saturday.

Saturday was a bad, bad day.

Paul had to be at work by 1pm.

So we headed out to look at a few houses.

We warned our realtor that Cameron wasn't feeling in a good mood.

Brian said he didn't believe it, Cameron is always happy.

So, of course Cameron had to prove me wrong.

:/

Well, close to 12 we headed home & Cameron went down for a nap.

After he woke up from his nap the real fun began.

He woke up screaming (I hate that), when I went to pick him up he was HOT.

Not sweaty hot, but pleasedontbesick kind of hot.

I won't lie, I freaked.

I took his temp, and it was 102.4 :( :( :(

I texted Ruth (from daycare) right away.

And she said the dreaded words: Urgent care.

I was home alone.

Paul wouldn't be home until late.

And I'm miles, hundreds of miles away from family.

Living far away can majorly suck some days.

I finally called my bestie Diana.

Even thought it may seem like common sense I needed to hear it from someone.

"Call the Dr. Brandy"

I called & I'm so glad I did.

She calmed me down 99% (he was still sick, I couldn't let my guard down).

After a quick run to pick up medicine (fyi, don't walk to the store w/a sick child. No matter how close it may be, no matter how much he loves the outdoors), his temp went down.

I didn't retake it, the dr. told me not to.

I would only drive myself crazy.

She knows me so well. :)

The lowest point of that day was not really knowing what to do.

He wanted to be held, I held him.

He wanted me to rub/run my fingers down his back until he fell asleep, I did that through out the day.

He wanted a chocolate chip cookie, ok even I have a limit. ;)

By Monday we went to visit the Dr. and he was clear of any infection.

He just had a cold, thank goodness!

So for $35 I had piece of mind & now know (for a fact) that he weighs 19 lbs.

I guess the fruit scale at the market doesn't lie, hehe.

I should be thankful (which I am) that he doesn't get sick often.

But, when he does.

It pulls on my heart strings.

So again, Rule #1: Babies shouldn't be allowed to get sick.

What's a post without pics?

A boring one.

With that said, my baby is a goof, cold and all. :)

The carpet needs love too.