Hupdates: Not much happens when you barely leave the house.

1.   I tweeted on Thursday afternoon about balloon boy’s parents trying to replace Jon and Kate as a joke, and I was totally right!

2.  After cracking jokes about the wackadoodle balloon family all weekend, my sick baby, getting sick hubby, and I (still coughing up a lung (it’s okay, I have another one.)) curled up on the couch and watched Flight of the Navigator.  Surely you see the resemblance?

My husband loved it, a blast from his past, and I thought it was okay–but in the process we helped The Son learn some new words.  PG from the eighties means you can still say buttface six times, bastard twice, and shit once.  We went over that whole, “just because someone else says it does not make it okay for you to say”, lecture again.

3.  We seriously had not seen my in-laws in weeks and we missed them!  The original plan was to go camping and then to a local carnival.  I was smart enough to cancel the camping because of the bronchitis, but thought surely I could handle a few hours of fun!  We got to in-laws’ house and I promptly fell asleep in a chair, and snored apparently.  We got to the small town festival where The Son proceeded to be beyond difficult.  He wanted to ride rides, but not wear the bracelet you have to wear to ride rides.  He refused to even go under the tent where the food was located.  He sat by himself at the edge of the tent while the rest of us ate yummy roast chicken.  I should have known what was going on, my mama instincts really are better than that.  We left because no one was having fun.  As soon as we got back to In-laws house, I crashed on the guest bed and fell back asleep.  The Son was asleep next to me in seconds.  THREE HOURS later I woke up to a fireball curled against my back.  He was so so so hot.  Sent The Husband out for baby Motrin and as soon as The Son swallowed…he barfed grape Motrin all over me.  MMiL got everyone cleaned up and had changes of clothes for us, but needless to say it was just not a great visit.   We will make it up to you soon MMiL.

4.  The Son has been spiking fevers for the last four days.  Every morning I thought he was on the mend, only for that freaking fever to pop back up around nap time.  We finally made it into the pedi today after waiting for two days worth of H1N1 infected children to grubby up the place first.  We decided to decline the antibiotics for what is probably a virus, he is on the mend on his own and with the exception of a runny nose, low fever, and royally bad attitude–he is much better.

5.  My mom got hurt on their vacation.  I thought about lying and telling you  she got hurt bungee jumping or something, but the truth is she fell out of their camping van.  As soon as they returned she worked SO HARD, while hurt, for my grandparents 60th anniversary party (pictures soon)  yet we knew she really was injured pretty bad (when someone who rarely whines turns white when they stand up something is wrong) .  The day after the party she finally went to the doctor and she has a vertebral compression fracture.   Yeah, she broke her back and ignored it for eleven days.  Finally, after  many xrays, MRIs, and consultations later tomorrow they are going to inject cement into it and seal the fragments together, supposedly bringing immediate relief.   We have really not seen her much since we quarantined ourselves, but tonight when out for more movies and orange juice, The Son saw balloons, and insisted we buy one to make Grammy feel better.  He wanted to buy her an eight dollar Hannah Montana balloon, but thankfully acquiesced to a two dollar bright yellow smiley face instead.  We brought it to her without contagious hugs or kisses and quickly left. I hope it helps, but I think our prayers (yours too) will do a better job.

6.  I have been working hard on the best Halloween costume ever for The Son.  He is going to be his Great Pappaw Huckablog.  More details on it (and my costume too!) to follow.

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