Posting Confessions and the Waiting Game

It's been a long week. And I've been too lazy to post for a while. But even when I'm not posting anything, my mind is still running, trying to come up with anything blog-worthy. And then all I am left with is a bunch of cool pictures (at least I think they're cool), and a jumble of ideas.

But I don't like to post more than once a day, for fear of being excessive, so I try to limit myself. Sometimes, though, if I haven't posted for a while and I have a lot of ideas, I'll post a whole bunch of stuff all at once and back-date it so that it looks like I never missed a day. That's my post secret...so now you know.

Please excuse me while I go aspirate my son's nose...

Okay, I'm back.

And sometimes if I'm posting embarrassingly late at night, I'll even tamper with the time stamp so it looks like I posted at a more decent hour. And sometimes, if I'm scheduling a post to publish the next day, I'll time stamp it to publish really early in the morning. That way if anyone happens to notice the time stamp they will think, Wow, she was up early. She must be really organized. My dream is to be organized. But sometimes I just fake it. These are my confessions.Anyway, we spent a lot of our day waiting. In these pictures we were waiting in the doctor's office. We were goofing off just a little. The doctor was really nice, but Zachy didn't seem to like her. I wonder why...

...and after a lot of prodding, poking and tears...

Here's the verdict: Zachary has two moderate ear infections (that means one in each ear, for those of you keeping count).

Here's the prognosis: Good.Here's the treatment plan: Saline nose drops. Aspirate, aspirate, aspirate. Antibiotics. I hate being prescribed antibiotics because I'm one of those "hippies" who believe that antibiotics are over prescribed. So then I stress over making the judgement call of whether to give my kids the medicine, or whether to let their immune system fight it off alone. In the end I usually don't have the guts to go against the doctor, and this time was no different. So Zachy will be enjoying (seriously, he devours the stuff) pink raspberry/strawberry-flavored Amoxicillin for the next 10 mornings and evenings. Mmmmm...!

Is it just me, or does this post seem like it's missing something? I think I'll top it off with a cherry. But since I don't have a cherry, this poster will have to do. Is this the weirdest breast feeding poster you've ever seen? Now I'll just choose my time stamp, and voila, this post is complete.