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Mercury is the Reason I Don’t Have a PhD

A couple of nights ago, Emmy was waking up every two hours to nurse and I had had ENOUGH! I let her cry for a while. I thought she was sleeping when she started up again, so I finally went into her room. She was standing up in her crib, waiting for me. I got her back to sleep, but without nursing her. The next night, she slept from 7:00 until about quarter ’til five. I thought my sleepless night were over. Hah!

Then last night, she woke up around 10:30, and she was burning up. I could tell she had a fever. So what could I do? I nursed her back to sleep. She was up again around midnight, and I changed her diaper and gave her acetaminophen. She couldn’t go back to sleep, even after nursing some more, and drinking water from her sippy cup. Today her temperature feels normal, but of course I can’t take her temperature because ALL of our thermometers have DEAD BATTERIES!!! The old fashioned ones were hard to read, and yeah, they had mercury, BUT THEY WORKED!!! I’m not sure why she had a fever last night, and today she has been playing as usual. She’s not eating much, though.

My sister and I found some mercury on the floor after my mom broke a thermometer when we were little. We saved it in a Tic-Tac container and loved watching that tiny bit of silver liquid go back and forth. When I talk with other moms about all the safety concerns we have today, we commiserate together that it’s a wonder we survived our own childhoods.

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Nine Things I Love About My Grandma Who’s Ninety

I’ve always been jealous of the cousins that live close to my Grandma. When we were growing up, we saw them three or four times a year, but I always felt that my cousins knew my grandparents much better than I did. My grandma is now 90 years old, and I still don’t get to see her very often. But when I do, it’s a treat because we just don’t know how much longer she’ll be with us. She’s always surprising us, so perhaps she’ll be with us for ten or more years!

Here’s a list of some little things that I love about my grandma:

1) She always has a little trinket from her assisted living building for Lily. Once it was a 50’s car made from card stock, and another time she gave her a small, yellow monster finger puppet.
2) She loves to talk with Lily and Emmy.
3) She calls her TV shows her “programmes”.
4) When I sat down to watch a soap with her, she turned the TV off every time a sexy part came on. That was every other minute. (kissing counts!)
5) As you can guess, my grandma never talks about sex. With one exception: she tells a joke about super sex. (I have no idea who told it to her!)
6) The coffee she brews is so weak, it looks like tea.
7) She makes incredible cinnamon rolls!
8) She always brought us these delicious, crunchy homemade cookies in a coffee can. They always smelled a little bit like coffee. Yum!
9) She tells me every time I see her: she likes to sleep in a little, and so she never goes down for breakfast in the dining room. She just stays in her apartment and has a little toast with jam.

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