First things first, Ryker is doing worlds better. He is eating and drinking without a problem, and playing like a champ. The only thing that isn’t 100% is his energy levels. My little tornado will still dwindle to a slight storm, require a good long cuddle, then back to it. Typically he just goes and goes. He is also not eating quite as much as usual, but he is working his way back … being lured by cookies, egg rolls, and Cheetos.
The rest of the house is now sick as well. Tomis and I have pretty gross colds, but no fevers and no chest congestion. We probably picked up our illness from our ER trip. Moosh has something a few steps beyond what Tomis and I have, so we are shooing her to the doctor in the morning. I am on antibiotics, so I am sure they will do the same for her. Doodle went to Costco and bought a ginormous fleet of tissue for the house as all noses require wiping at the moment. Speaking of Doodle, Ryker has re-named him… yesterday, Doodle was outside messing around with the pool, and Ryker looked our the window and said, “Doo-Doo outside!” Doodle no more… now we have a 220 pound DOO-DOO!
At the moment, I am being violently kicked in the ribs by a pound and a half child that is the size of a rutabaga. The force is strong with this one. I may just be lacking in the memory department, but I don’t recall kicks this forceful from Ryker, especially not at 25 weeks. It is truly amazing. I can see my stomach gyrate and wave like a recently evacuated waterbed. Too much fun.