HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

And let me just say that I think this holiday is a second rate holiday, at best. I mean, nothing closes down. Work and school are still open. But since there's lots of chocolate involved I have to give it at least two stars.

I celebrated Valentine's Day by making an emergency visit to the pediatrician. This morning I noticed that, in addition to the snot and spit up that usually spot Nathan's PJ's, there were little smears of blood. Panic. I checked him for cuts, but there were none. I checked myself for cuts - I even checked my own clothes and bedsheets thinking perhaps I bled on him. But no. It was him. My four week old had a little bloody nose.

I called the doctor expecting them to tell me what I knew - it was just part of the cold, use a humidifier, keep his head elevated, etc. (All of these things which I AM ALREADY DOING). But instead the nurse told me they had an appointment free at 10:50 TODAY. And Naturally I am not one to turn down a pediatrician's appointment.

Well, the trouble is that I was all geared up to go grocery shopping, as we were running out of a few things, such as food. I glanced at my watch and determined that, since it was 8:15, I would have time to feed the baby, change both kids, pump, pack a bag, go grocery shopping, run back home, unload the groceries, and rush back out to the doctor's office.

I won. I mean, I accomplished my goal. But the morning DID involve both kids falling asleep, and my trying to unload the bags from the car and put everything away without waking them up. During this process I managed to drop a container of milk (MY milk - not the whole milk) which burst all over the floor.

On the way to the doctor's office both boys woke up and begain wailing. I managed to have a very calm wait in the waiting area while Nick played with the infected toys and Nathan sucked on a bottle. I then went through the whole process of undressing Nate, dragging both boys down the hall to the scale, dragging them all back to the examining room, and trying to keep them from going bonkers waiting for our doctor only to have her come in and tell me that NATHAN HAS A COLD.

Duh.

But at least now I know he doesn't have anything WORSE than a cold. She told me to stop using THE ASPIRATOR and to use saline drops - which I hate. I have to hand it to her, though. As a crazy parent who dragged my babies through a bacteria infested waiting room for practically no reason, she was very pleasant and understanding, as always.

I should go now, as Nicholas is pelting his chicken nuggets at the dog.