Happy Friday!!

Last week at this time, I was looking forward to a relaxing weekend at home with the kids and shopping at Gymboree and Baby Gap. That dream ended up in the toilet - so to speak :) I'll lower my expectations for this Friday in hopes that tomorrow and Sunday will be a tad bit better than last weekend. On top of me feeling better, Isabella's 3 week diarrhea episode has finally ended. I have NEVER, EVER smelled anything as rotten or horrible as that stuff! WHEW!!! It was terrible!! Poop never makes me sick but this stuff made me hurl-even before I had the flu. Night after night she would wake up and have it stuck to her entire body AND all over her crib. Did I say how awful it smelled?? Anyway, after 3 weeks of it, we took her to the doctors and she apparently had some sort of bacterial infection-most likely from bad milk or meat. Because she is now turning the corner and pooping normally, she does not need to be on an antibiotic-which would cause more diarrhea. NO THANK YOU!! I will say she was a champ at drinking Pedialyte. That kid could down 2 liters just looking at her. Now, however, that is all she wants to drink. If I hand her some yummy grape juice, she just gives it back as if to say, "That doesn't look like my orange drink so take it away, Woman!" And that is the look she gives me. Being sick has spoiled her somewhat in that she got what she wanted when she wanted it. Rude awakening, Chickee. Her little butt was on the time-out bench last night because she refused to get dressed. She would kick and scream and fight me so I put her on the bench where she would scream and cry (but she stayed put)!! Then we would try it again and back to the bench she would go. Finally, I whispered into her ear about the kitties on her socks and like a 1 year old, she didn't realize I had tricked her into getting dress. 1 for MOMMY!!! I must say, though, that I get a good laugh when she is angry. I know it is mean but she is so frickin' funny! I told her she couldn't pump the baby soap into her bath last night which made her mad. She hit the faucet, the side of the tub, splashed the water all the while yelling NO at me. I just want to pick her little body up and kiss her. My mother would tell me to pick her little body up and spank her backside. I guess that is why my mother raised 5 well behaved children and I am raising 2 hellions that don't listen:)