Monday, February 21, 2011


Home today with a very puny Keillor. He has more liquid coming out both ends than we put in. He also has a double ear infection. Antibiotic goes in…and comes out. Motrin goes in…and comes out. Put him down, he screams. Put him in his crib, he screams.
He just came off a 20 minute screaming jag. Could not be consoled. Upstairs, downstairs, inside, outside, red-faced bawling. Finally he started pointing to the kitchen cabinets. Point, scream; point, scream harder. In the last cabinet, he pointed to the Ritz crackers and screamed. I gave him a Ritz. Then he pointed to the raisins and screamed. I let him get some raisins. By some miracle, he stopped. Of course, I know I will be seeing these raisins again very soon, only wetter and all over the front of my shirt. Still, you know the old adage: a quiet toddler now is worth a puking toddler later.
Here I sit, Keillor in lap shoving raisins in his mouth, typing one-handed, just waiting for the eruption of partially digested raisins and crackers to ruin my laptop. And that’s all I know about that.

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