One for the Baby Book

I haven't recovered much energy yet, so another choppy Weekend Roundup will have to suffice for now...

For the Baby Book:

Despite my funked-out, I-am-the-world's-worst-Mommy approach to life this week, my son remains convinced that I'm doing OK. We were in the yard yesterday when Zeph ran up to me, hugged me, and said, "I love you Mommy. Zeph loves Mommy!" He gave me a big slobbery kiss - "Muah!" - and ran off to inform Kevin, "I love you, Daddy!"

That is the first time Liam has ever told either one of us he loves us. Not that we thought otherwise, but boy, that sentence is a sweet thing to hear.

From the Incidental Annoying Accidents Department:

I already vented at Phantom's Place (and won chocolate - thank you, Phantom!!), but for the record, I'll repeat the story here...

Liam managed to trip over Casey. In the process of falling to the ground, he whacked me across the face with a T-ball bat. My nose swelled up. And it hurt. Thank goodness it wasn't a real baseball bat. That would likely have hurt more. And produced more damage to my face.

In the end I discovered that not only did a swollen nose reduce my ability to smell the still-stinky skunk-chasing hound, the whole incident provided great amusement to two of the township's bike cops. Who, according to neighbors, watched the whole spectacle, laughed, and biked off. I do what I can to lighten the burden of New Jersey's finest. So it wasn't all bad.

For Child #2's Baby Book:

I had my first ultrasound this week. There is indeed a baby in there, and #2 is looking very healthy. All is good in the baby-building arena. I guess we should start thinking up some names, because "Child #2" seems a bit awkward for the birth certificate. Not to mention how hard it would be to make it fit into those circles on the SAT form.

From The Department of Ferret Health:

We took miss Penny in to have her seizure history evaluated, and came up with good news. We were worrying that she had developed insulinoma since that is the leading cause (by far) of seizures in ferrets. However, it seems that she seized because the respiratory infection she was fighting at the time caused her to stop eating, thus leading to the hypoglycemia that caused the seizure. We have no evidence of insulinoma. This is wonderful news!

From the Strange and Bizarre Things We Do For Our Pets Department:

I took Casey for a walk tonight. He unwisely elected to pee on a rose bush, and got certain delicate areas quite entangled in the thorns. I managed to get him out of the rosebush, hoping all the while that our bike cops were off-duty, and took him home. I then spent the next twenty minutes removing thorns from his nether regions, and applying pressure with a gauze pad to staunch the bleeding. Casey is fine now. Also? If the neighbors didn't think we were an odd family before, they sure do now.

And a Question:

My sinus infection is pretty much over. I'm into my second trimester. I'm still really tired. Anybody got any helpful advice/explanations? Or, failing that, any energy reserves I could tap?

All input appreciated...