Words... what do they all mean?

me: It's time to brush your teeth, monkey.

Morgan: I have to save Sacramento. I promised God I would.

me: You promised God you would save Sacramento?

Morgan: Uh-huh, I told Him if He gave me powers of bending (she'd been watching Avatar) I would.

me: Save us from whom?

Morgan: If bad guys came to America, I would just use that to stop them.

me: :D Well, you still need to brush your teeth.

Temp got up to 103+ last night. I freaked out and started talking about dying and what would happen to Morgan. Alan tried to kiss me and I wigged out about not wanting to get him sick. I didn't sleep very well despite Alan sleeping on the couch so I could have the whole bed in which to try to get comfortable. This morning I was 100.5 and felt better, but Alan and Mom had a Sekrit Phone Conference (they are prone to those) and decided that I needed to see the doctor again. *sigh* So I went, figuring they wouldn't tell me anything new but hoping at least they'd give me a prescription for the fever 'cause damn, brain cells are being threatened here. The doctor on duty was different than Monday and I liked her a whole lot better. She was gratifyingly concerned about my high temps, because it _should_ be trending downward, not up. And she took about twice as long listening to me breathe and overall just gave an impression of actually caring what was wrong and trying to figure out how to get me better. The guy on Monday was kind of "meh" about the whole thing, which was really disconcerting given that I was more than half convinced I had swine flu. Bedside manner: you're doing it wrong, dude.

But this lady was awesome and she suggested that I switch to ibuprofen since the Tylenol was doing nothing, also the anti-inflammatory might help with the cough (which is worse today and makes _everything_ hurt). She told us her hours for tomorrow and Friday and implored me to check in with her - "You HAVE to get better, you really do." She mentioned that it might be the flu, which Monday!doctor had seemed to handwave, and that if I _don't_ get better the next step is bloodwork and getting a white cell count and stuff. It's so nice to be taken seriously. It's also nice not to be charged out the nose.

So on our way home we got some ibuprofen. The bottle says to take one capsule but doc said I could take three so I did and wow! We're talking, like, choirs of angels singing. This afternoon my temp bounced around from 100.2 to 102.8 and back but the coughs were so much better, which helped immensely with the overall achiness I've had for the better part of a week now. This evening I was down to 99.6 but just now apparently I'm back to 100.8. Doc said it would bounce but it is, at least, doing so in a downward direction.

Also, my long-overdue period finally started today. Way to fail, body, way to fail.

Since I'll still be contagious this weekend regardless of if the fever breaks by then or not, I won't be able to go out to the boats for the fireworks and water wars. Boo. Dad is going to come down and rescue Morgan from Mommy's sicky germs fetch Morgan tomorrow, though, to take her up the hill for the small-town Amador County festivities which part of me prefers, anyway. The fireworks are shot off from the baseball diamond at the junior high school and the snack bar is open and manned by the 4-H club selling nachos and corn dogs, and the football field is filled with people laying flat on their backs to watch the fireworks go off directly overhead. And then it takes half an hour just to get through town on your way home. Maybe less than that now because these days Jackson has TRAFFIC LIGHTS!!

Oh, speaking of Morgan, this morning she was going on about wanting a flying Pegasus again. I explained we don't have room for one. She is, as usual, undeterred: "Well, we could go to the hardware store, and buy some rope, and tie it to things. Big things that are hard to lift." Oh, I love that little brain.

Oooh, also: I've been having tons of fun poking at the generators at Seventh Sanctum. Character names and descriptions to deities to sci-fi gadgets to evil animal minions (my personal favorite is "super-fast sneaky psychic slugs who can read minds") and even more mundane things like tavern names.

EDIT: 11pm - 99.3, lowest I've been all day, and I feel like I'm sweating like a pig.

"Mommy, your hair looks like the sea!"

:D Well, thank you, honey. Because it's wavy today?

"Uh-huh. It's lumpy."

:( Lumpy?

"Yeah, like the sea has lumps. Lumpy lumps."

She then wanders off singing "Lump, lump, lumpity lump..."

My quote for the day comes from the nice man who just filled my nails.

"That's in South America, right? New Zealand?"

*facepalm* (or I would have if my hands had been free)

Morgan has had the sniffles the past two mornings. It might be allergies because I've given her some Claritin and her symptoms have cleared by the afternoon. Yesterday when I picked her up from school she said, "I'm sicky; you have to take care of me."

Of course I reply, "Yeah, baby, I will."

"You take me to the doctor?"

"No, honey, I don't think you need a doctor. Doctors are for when you're really sick. Mommy will give you some medicine and make you all better."

So we got into the car and headed home, but she kept asking about a doctor. So I told her again: "You don't need a doctor, baby, you're only a little bit sick."

"Hmmm. Well, then maybe we go to only a little bit of a doctor."

Smartarse.

me: I love you, Morgan.
Morgan: I love you too, Mommy. I marry you.
me: No, honey, you can't marry Mommy.
Morgan: Yeeaah. I marry a prince. And you marry a prince too!
me: I'm going to marry Alan. ((much the same thing :D))
Morgan: And I marry.... Uncle Rew! (Morgan has been calling Rew a prince for about a month now, apparently based on his graduation picture on Grandma's fridge. Maybe 'cause he's in a tux? Who knows)

Morgan: Open your mouth, Mommy.
me: What do you see in there?
Morgan: Dark places.
me: What are these? (smiling)
Morgan: Teeth!
me: And this? (sticking out my tongue)
Morgan: Tongue!
me: And these? (pursing my lips)
Morgan: Kisses! (kisses me)
me: No, honey, lips. Lips make kisses.
Morgan: Uh huh. And arms make hugs. (glomps me)
me: (dies of cute)


Also, a couple nights ago we made Halloween cookies shaped like pumpkins and with orange icing. I don't have a cookie jar (must remedy), so the cookies remained sitting on the cooling rack on the counter. This morning she woke up earlier than me (as per usual on weekends), so I rolled out of bed, popped Aladdin in the vcr, filled her sippy cup with milk (because she was uninterested in any kind of breakfast), and went back to bed. I woke back up about halfway through the movie, and when I walked into the kitchen, the stepstool had been moved to the other end of the kitchen, to stand in front of where the cookies were. There were one or two bites-worth left of three cookies, crumbs on the counter beneath the rack, and orange icing on Morgan's lips. Gah, I wish I had unpacked my camera, it was so perfect.

So I putter around making myself some brunch, and she goes back to sit on the couch and continue her movie. While she's distracted, I put the rack with the remaining cookies up on top of the toaster oven where she can neither reach nor see it. We get dressed for the day, go outside and blow some sticky bubbles (the kind you can catch in your hand and they won't pop), bum around in general. Then I go into the kitchen to get myself a drink, and Morgan follows me. She looks at the empty space on the counter and asks, "Where the cookies go?"

"They're all gone," I try to convince her. "You ate them this morning, remember?"

"Yeah, I eat the cookies," she grins, then looks thoughtfully around the kitchen. "Maybe I can't see them. Where you put them, Mommy?"

Smart little turd.

I was talking a while back about Morgan's vocabulary containing pretty big words for a three-year-old...

Lately her favorite phrases are, "That's disgusting," and "It's so unbelievable." Honestly I don't know where she got those two, because they aren't things I generally say.

Oh, and nothing to do with vocabulary, it's just amusing: from either Mom or Grandma (probably the latter), she has picked up, "All these cars are in our way," and "These cars make me crazy," while we're driving. That always makes me giggle because she says it with such a straight face, and even sometimes pouts and crosses her arms as if she truly is upset by the other cars on the road. Toddler road rage, man. Beware.

So I painted Morgan's fingernails tonight, and when we were done, she looked at her hands and said, "It's incredibly beautiful, Mommy." Where does she learn these big words? I can't imagine.

When you see this, quote Doctor Who (classic or new series) in your LJ.

"It's like... when you fancy someone, and they don't even know you exist." - The tenth Doctor, to Martha. "The Sound of Drums"