Strep, Work, Codeine, and Cuteness

I woke up this morning coughing blood because my throat was so raw. At JP's horror and insistence I dragged myself to the doctor to receive a diagnosis of strep throat, some antibiotics, and Tylenol with codeine (so I can sleep, my throat hurts so badly that every time I swallow I get jolted awake). I stopped by work to pick up my laptop and was ordered by everyone to go home immediately and rest, but I know how much work there is to be done (we have a major production deadline Friday) and if I'm going to feel like crap I might as well be billing. I stopped at HEB to drop off my prescriptions and pick up a large slice of chocolate cake with buttercream icing. It wasn't prescribed by the doctor, but I'm pretty sure it's going to make me feel lots better.

Last night went surprisingly well. Landon only did his flip-flopping on the floor trout impersonation once, when I made him take off his apron before we left daycare (he loves the cherry apron from the dress-up corner, that and the red silk purse). He threw his food on the floor at dinner, which I took as a sign he was finished, so I removed his tray, which made him claw at his face in fury. That was new. I let his screaming self down and started reading a book in the play room; he joined me soon after and was very, very good the rest of the night. By 7:15 I was absolutely drained, so I got two couch pillows and laid down on the floor of the play room. He looked worried and kept walking over, laying his head on the pillow next to mine and saying "night night mama?" He then carefully made a stack of all his books, sat down next to me, and "read" every single one. Every now and then he'd lean over to rest his cheek on my shoulder like he does with the dogs and then go back to his books. He looked rather relieved when his daddy came home and could take over nursing duty.

And to end, here is a video clip of Landon showing of all his anatomy knowledge. It's about 4 weeks old and a little long, but blessedly unrelated to the image of my raw, bloody throat. (Ew, I brought it up again.) My favorite part is about 1:28 when he says "All Right!" That's his favorite phrase and every time you tell him "Good job" he responds with an enthusiastic "All right!". On Saturday he steered his tricycle to the mailbox (with me pushing from behind)- I couldn't help my constant flow of Good jobs! because he was steering so well and he kept exclaiming All right! and I was cracking up and oh, it was a fun 15 minutes.