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All in a Week’s Work: Wednesday

Continuing with our week of documentation (following our Monday and Tuesday recaps)…

Wednesday: Soren’s cough was as bad as ever during the night, and he woke up at 5 a.m. on the dot. We also awoke to yet another blizzard. I could tell it was going to be an off day — schools were cancelled, which meant our usual Wednesday plans were foiled. Wednesdays are normally action packed for us. In the morning we go to a bilingual singalong at one of our local library branches, and Soren loves the music, the children’s librarian, and the fun props (bells, scarves, puppets) he gets to play with during the songs. And I’m proud to now know Spanish lyrics to a lot of kids’ songs. Juancho Pancho Tiene un Rancho (Old Macdonald) might be my favorite. On Wednesday afternoons, we go to a great playgroup run by the Allston/Brighton Family Network at a nearby community center. But both events were cancelled, so we had to create our own fun.

After the normal morning routine, including a much-too-short nap for Soren, it was bath time.

8:44 a.m. Soren doesn't bathe very often, so he has a great time in the water whenever we get around to it.

8:44 a.m. Soren doesn’t bathe very often, so he has a great time in the water whenever we get around to it.

8:55 a.m. All washed, but not quite ready to stop playing.

8:55 a.m. All washed, but not quite ready to stop playing.

While Soren was in the bathtub, I had a genius idea. Since the weather was pretty wild, I realized most people would be staying in for the day and cancelling their appointments with the doctor. So what better time to pop in for a quick check of the cough? I called the office and they said we could come in as soon as we were ready. The sidewalks were already impassable by stroller, so Tim started shoveling and cleaning off the car. What a husband. The roads were pretty bad, but I find snow driving to be really exhilarating. And Soren loved seeing all the plows and big trucks full of salt.

9:55 a.m. Just waiting for his appointment, like it's regular.

9:55 a.m. Just waiting for his appointment, like it’s regular.

Dr. Oren advised Soren to cut back to one pack a day to get rid of his cough (he really said that), and diagnosed him with a little bit of bronchitis. We didn’t want to let a little sickness get us down (meaning I find it impossible to force a toddler to rest), so we stopped by the library on our way home. We were the only ones there, so Soren got all the attention of the librarians to himself. He loves those ladies.

10:57 a.m. It's a great day when you have the place to yourself.

10:57 a.m. It’s a great day when you don’t have to share the toys.

We checked out a fresh stack of books then enjoyed the beauty of the new snow on our drive home.

11:27 a.m. It's a winter wonderland.

11:27 a.m. It’s a winter wonderland. And it took me about 10 minutes to get out of my snowbank of a parking spot.

After lunch, Soren took another too-short nap, which is exactly the opposite of what a sick baby needs. We took it easy at home for a little while, reading and playing and reading and playing.

2:23 p.m. Soren occasionally leads me to the fridge and asks me to get out his baggie of homemade playdough. He doesn't love to touch it — I guess it's a texture thing — but he likes to choose cookie cutters for me to press into the dough. I can sometimes get him to play "catch" with me with a playdough ball, but that's about as close as he comes to actually playing with it.

2:23 p.m. Soren occasionally leads me to the fridge and asks me to get out the bag of homemade playdough. He doesn’t love to touch it — I guess it’s a texture thing — but he likes to choose cookie cutters for me to press into the dough. I can sometimes get him to play “catch” with me with a playdough ball, but that’s about as close as he comes to actually playing with it.

Soren also spent the afternoon nursing about every 10 minutes. I guess that’s what he likes when he’s not feeling great. I think the lack of sleep and the sickness were starting to catch up to him at this point, because he started to turn into a monster. He’d never really thrown a tantrum before and had never been very easily frustrated, but all of a sudden he began evidencing all the negative traits you associate with toddlerhood. I felt like I didn’t even know my own child. (This went on to last a few days, and I was in a serious panic thinking this was Soren’s new normal. Thank goodness he turned back into his sweet old self when he started feeling better, but I now have major empathy for parents who have to deal regularly with tantrums and crying and such. I also feel a little bad now that I was so frustrated with him when it was really the sickness and interrupted sleep that was to blame.) The whiny-ness that afternoon was getting the best of me, so we fled to the car and made our way to Target to pick up a few things and have a change of scenery.

4:18 p.m. He kept going for the Toblerones. I guess he knows better than to choose the waxy American stuff.

4:18 p.m. He kept going for the Toblerones. I guess he knows better than to choose the waxy American stuff.

We came home for a dinner of Tim’s homemade artisan bread with mozzarella and tomatoes (which Soren eats a TON of), plus cucumbers, leftover zucchini, and green beans. And then Soren did his chores.

6:21 p.m. OK, he doesn't really have chores yet, but he does love emptying the dishwasher. While I put away plates and bowls, he hands me the silverware, piece by piece.

6:21 p.m. OK, he doesn’t really have chores yet, but he does love emptying the dishwasher. While I put away plates and bowls, he hands me the silverware, piece by piece.

Then straight to bed at 7 with the humidifier going and the crib mattress propped up on one end. I ran out to the gym for my third and final snow adventure of the day, and I’m pretty sure I was fast asleep by 9:30 p.m. to prepare for a night of coughing sounds from Soren’s room.

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