Fever and Rashes and Bruise... Really Suck!

The goofy girl has had quite a weekend. And not necessarily a good one. Eventful, educational, but not good.

Friday night we had the pleasure of having a small dinner-esque event with an install. Bean's presence was 

requested too. She ate mini pita with hummus, cheese, sausage, ravioli, and played with a doggie (and couldn't decide if it was a cat or indeed a dog because it had pointed ears). She had a blast... right up until she fell down 2 and a half stair and face-planted into brick. Yeah, the picture to the left shows her beautiful blue bruises, her divine abrasions, and her glamorous goose egg. She's fine and it acutally turned out to be the least troublesome part of the weekend.

Fast forward to Saturday. Anh and I decide to take Beans to the Inman Park Festival. I put SPF 50 sunscreen on her. But after her nap later that day, her face is red and splotchy. Apparently I missed a few spots and she got a sun rash (or so I thought).

Then Sunday afternoon, we had our friend Luke over and his new lady friend (who is quite awesome might I add). Then Beans gets up from her nap, which lasted a very long time, and was super cuddly. And hot. Very febrile hot. One hundred-three point five degree to be exact. And that sun rash... yeah, it spread all over her body.

So long story short, at 10:00PM, after a two hour trip to the urgent care center, she was wiped out, Jason was wiped out, I was wiped out, we were out $75, but had established that she did not have strep. The doctor thinks she has a virus and told us to keep her temperature as low as possible... lots of ibuprofen, cool drinks, cool compresses (which she does not enjoy), and cool baths.

This morning she slept in and woke up with a fever of 101.3F with out ibuprofen - safety zone! She still has a rash, but I'm thinking she's over the worst of it - knock on wood!

Broom Broom!

First the cart then this. Now she wants to help the hostess at the noodle house sweep. Can't accuse her of being lazy.

Baby Update: We've Made It 15 Months!

Beans had her "15 month" (or 1 year and 3 months) appointment yesterday. 

She's just over 31 inches tall and weigh a few ounces over 26 pounds. That's out her over the 75% for height and just under the 95% for weight. She is not any where near being considered over weight.

She got a shot and we declined one (which we may end up getting later). We just didn't think the chicken pox shot was all the necessary. She cried for less than a minute when the nurse gave her the shot and was smiling and waving by the time we left. She's been a little fussy, but so am I when I have to get a shot.

The verdict: she's a big, healthy, happy girl.

Because the Guts Need Fuel

I needed to eat lunch. I wanted something quick. So I opened and nuked a can of Bush's Original Baked Beans. Then I poured milk, yoghurt with honey, and a packet of Carnation Instant Breakfast into a tumbler and mixed the aforementioned ingredients together with this awesome electric stirring thing. That's nutrition!

Designated Driver

This has to be one of the funniest things I have seen this child do. She is actually pushing the cart. I was only steering. She was doing nearly all the work. She pushed the cart pretty much up until we got to the checkout. 

She also paused from time to time to rearrange the Coffee Mate in the dairy section and to compare ketchups. She was also hell bent on the fact that she thought we needed about 6 cans of stock which she was very unhappy to leave behind.

And thanks to Anh, we have a photo of this hilarity.

 

Dressy Easter Beans

Here are a few Easter shots of Beans in her frilly Easter outfit that her Ahma (her paternal grandmother) bought for her.

Chocolate Coated Beans

Beans enjoyed her first ambulatory Easter. Just thought I'd throw up some photos. This was Bean's Easter basket discovery and chocolate bunny breakfast.

Baby Update: Snip Snip Chop Chop Bang Bang

Or... Beans got a hair cut! We've said good-bye to the baby mullet! It actually took two cuts, but I'm feeling lazy and only posted the final result. 

Jason and I decided to cut her bangs a few days ago. He felt bad for her because they were always in her eyes. I agreed. So he held her and I snipped away.

It was cute. But I couldn't shake the feeling it looked even more like a mullet. Then my sister threatened to drive to Atlanta if I didn't fix my poor child's hair. I laughed it off until our friend 

and neighbor Robbie dropped off our mail and said something about it. 

The simple fact that my sister and

 Robbie both agreed with me was enough to give me the courage to chop the back. So out came the scissor and with Robbie's assistance, Beans got a full fledged hair cut.

To the left is the end result. Robbie put the barrettes in her hair to help convince me she does not look like a little boy. Jason is not quite yet convinced. But how did Beans feel about it? Please note the photo to the right.

Random Question Thursday... I Forgot Again

I remembered at a point when I couldn't get to my computer. But here it is on Friday.

Blogger asks: Please describe how you could take the peel off an apple all in one go:

Kels answers: Very slowly. Very very slowly. Or get some one else to do it.

Have I Mentioned This?

I love "Everyday Food" on PBS! And yes, I have mentioned it before here on my blog. But I have found another reason to love those simple yet delicious recipes being fed to me by soft spoken cooks.

Yesterday, Beans was having a rough time. Molars are growing. You can imagine the blood 

curdling wails that accompanied nap time. So I did what mothers do and held her and snuggled her on the couch hoping to lull her to sleep... when I had a great idea. I don't like to do much TV with the Bean, but Everyday Food was on. It soothes me, so why not her? 

Fifteen minutes. That's it. Fifteen minutes, two recipes and she was out! As I have said it before... I love you Everyday Food.

She's a Graffiti Artist

Check this out. These are Beans first tags. Tags? Yes, tags. I call them tags because they were done somewhere they weren't supposed to be and when I was not looking. I have a little tagger. 

I'm actually quite impressed by them. The one on the door (photo to the right) has a very timid feeling to it. The photo only shows a portion of the actually work, but I wanted to highlight the delicateness of the marks. I find this interesting because this one was the first. How do I know that? She was finishing the second on the wall when I came back into the room (photo to the left). It had some really nice, deliberate marks. Much passion went into it, more confidence. 

No matter how much the artist/psychologist in me enjoyed the scribbles, it does not change the fact that she drew on the wall.

Luckily, her medium is Washable Crayola Crayons. 

Mug Cake Remake

Back in September, I came across this "genius" idea. Mug cake. That's right, a cake you bake in a mug. You put all the ingredients in a microwave safe mug, mix, nuke, and three minutes later... cake!

So then I go to try it... with missing ingredients. I made my own substitutions and ended up with a "mug cake mistake". However, I vowed to one day return to this idea.

As promised. I did it again. I used a Pyrex bowl and self-rising flour instead of all-purpose. Yes, I made changes again. I couldn't help myself. And this was the result.

It was still kind of chewy, a bit dry too. I was thinking I could make a glaze for it, but that would defeat the purpose of having a cake you can make in three minutes. It was better this time. As Jason said, it's actually edible - even though we ate the "mistake" cake too. 

I guess I'll just have to try again!

April Fooled No One

So this was my own take on an April Fool's joke. I was pretty sure I wouldn't be fooling anyone (and I didn't) but thought that Beans might enjoy the colour and Jason might enjoy the thought. 

What is it supposed to be? The website I got the idea from suggested making a meat loaf in a round pan and using whipped mashed potatoes as icing... so I went with cupcakes and blue mashed potatoes. 

Though it looked very... blue, Beans would not touch the potatoes. She loves potatoes! She preferred the meat and veggies. I can't say that I blame her. 

The best part of this meal was the simple fact that Jason had to take left overs to work for lunch the next day. Could you imagine eating blue mashed potatoes in a testosterone charged iron working shop? 

Hot Summer Trend

Yellow tees and bear feet slippers.

You'll see.

I'd buy yours now.

Random Question Thursday... in Spirit

Yeah, I forgot again. Yesterday was a tough day... but I won't keep you waiting.

Blogger asks: You've just written a hit musical! How will you keep fame from going to you head?

Kels answers: Easy. No one ever knows who write those things... I'd just sit back and collect the dollars.

And there you go.