Up and down

The wee one and I thank you all for your well-wishes.  Last night, he was a pretty sad sight to behold.

For dinner: "pop-sah-coe"

This morning however, after 2 doses of antibiotics and a good night's sleep - he was back to his old self. Even his eye was gunk-free. Ah, the miracles of modern medicine.

In non-health related news - we've got a metric ton of snow.  Here's a picture of our back yard. Where's that little path we dug go? Why, to the generator of course. One can never be too careful.

The snow is so high the swings on the playset are buried.

The icicles just keep growing and growing. As does my fear that I will be pierced through the skull by one.

You didn't know an icicle could kill you?

Inside the house, the blankie-bandit is keeping us all entertained.

"Mama will wear one." he says.

We survived the storm, weathered another day snowed in together, and everyone's health seemed to be improving, it all seemed to be going swimmingly - until tubby time, when a rash was discovered on the wee one's legs.  Potentially life-threatening allergic reaction to the antibiotics? Could be. Guess I'll be doing Q15 minute checks on him until the sun rises. Who needs sleep anyway?