do you know what hand foot and mouth disease is? it's a poop disease. you can get it from poop, and my son had it. do you know what that means? it means that some dirty little monkey shoved his hands down his pants then immediately gave fox a high five. and i'm embarrassed to admit that even with my obsessive hand sanitization habits, this one slipped below the radar. are you wretching yet? but the saddest part is that sweet fox was just a sick, pitiful, sad little soul. he wouldn't eat. repeat: fox. wouldn't eat. he no longer looks like he has rubber bands around his thick thighs. i wish i had his discipline, what with swimsuit season around the corner. but sad. and gross.
so now that i've scared away all of our friends...
we have an expiration date. we're dunzo. moving. end of may. i think i've been flitting through my life here in the city without internalizing that it really wasn't going to last forever. i just assumed we would magically find a way to stay, although i knew deep in my nerdy heart that it just wasn't realistic. and what makes our termination all the more painful is that this week new york was incredible. the weather has been absolutely perfect, buds are on the trees, and the cityfolk are waking up from the crusty winter. one of my favorite feelings in the world is the first time of the year you can leave your living quarters without a coat or jacket. fox was so confused as we were walking out the door on wednesday... "coat? hat?" and he grinned when i told him it was too warm outside for such nonsense. and this week i actually started to feel like i was getting my mojo back. after childbirth, becoming a mother of two (i'm now "legit," as my dear friend noe put it), enduring a poop disease, i bit the bullet and actually left my walk-up apartment by myself with the kids, and we survived. we loved it. can i really do this? i'm not holding my breath.
green was donned, no pinching necessary, although -- those cheeks -- i was tempted.
and then i go and find the following video, and it's just the icing on my hormonal, emotionally unstable cake. i'm probably the last one to hear of them, but the PS22 chorus? ah. mazing. glee for rills. you need to watch all of their youtube videos, but this one was my favorite. i get a lump in my throat every time i watch it, especially when fox watches it with me and says, "the kids, momma; i like it." i've been mildly obsessed with this song and the jay-z version for months, and there's nothing like mini new yorkers singing about their hometown, the greatest city in the world. i love that my indie-girl is one of them:
hmm, yes. i love it... can't wait to have y'all out in utah, but can't believe that there won't be any family in nyc.
and i hope fox is feeling better. it's time to leave disease behind and pull on the sandals.
Oh shiz. Chills straight up and down my arms and legs! I love their enthusiasm and buy-in! How lucky for little Indie girl to be one of them. :)
Can't wait for our summer-o-fun! And I can't believe you didn't tell me about the poop disease. GROSS!
If you can survive that, you can do anything. I'm mighty impressed!
haha, I spent hours one day watching PS22 videos....hours. It was almost embarrassing. I love the director, he makes me laugh! Plus all the kids are SO into it!
(p.s. if you know who Passion Pit is, PS22 recorded some songs with them for their Manners album)
End of may? That is soon. like, SOON. Sad. What is on your nyc bucket list??
hmm...it can also be spread through snot or spit...is there any comfort in knowing fox may have come in contact with either of those...versus the altnernative...versus...poop??? People should just learn to keep their body, um, ex/secretions to themselves. Shudder.
first off (this may give you a little bit of comfort),some kids grubby little poop hand may not have caused fox's sickness. well not exactly. some kid could have wiped his lower region, then touched his own face, then got himself sick. then, bc the hfm disease is super contageous, he could have passed it to fox without even touching him? i think. lets just assume that is what happened.
secondly, don't move...until i do. its just rude.
finally, we love that new york state of mind song. mainly the jay z/alicia keys variety. i need to listen to these ps22 kids. i bet they are awesome.
ps. i was just about to post the video of wyatt jammin' out to ny state of mind. it makes me laugh everytime.
my child once got a rash on her face because i didn't wash it enough, apparently. that's not what i told everyone though. and who knew two baths a day was insufficient? poor fox. we were hoping to make it to NY for a visit before you guys left. i'm sure you will enjoy every last moment. your little leprechaun is so precious.
my sisters don't make my nieces wash their hands after they potty. it infuriates me. whenever i'm in charge i force them to wash their germy, grubby little hands, holding them under the faucet and soaping them up while they scream bloody murder. then i tell them this: "if you don't wash your hands your poop and pee germs get on everything you touch! then everything in your whole house is covered in poop and pee germs and you get sick." yep. watch out for aunt chels.
Don't go! We didn't play enough. Why do WaHi and UES have to be so far apart? Why?!?! Why is there no train to bring me to you in less than an hour? We need to play! Central park when the sun comes back? We could do a wednesday or a Thursday. Let's talk. We need more Burton time.
I do not like your expiration date, I do love Indie's green. I neeeeeed to meet her. I'll make a plan.
I cannot tell you how much I feel you... Let's update our NYC bucket list, so -at least- we can make the most out of these following months! :( "sad" rica.
the hand-foot-mouth disease thing is my worst nightmare. right next to being eaten by a shark and stampeded by elephants. poor fox! poor you! and how much do i love indie in green??? erinita, can't wait to meet her! when, when? your time in nyc has been entirely too short. no me gusta. where is the next stop? we will find a way.
also, the video? the mini rapper? no words.
Your expiration date date = my breaking heart. Boo.
oh my goodness. i am so sorry for foxy, but mainly i'm sorry for you! brig had that nastly virus a while back and it truly is the worst illness we've ever experienced in our household! the kid wouldn't eat or sleep or be consoled. sadness. hope you're almost through the worst.
p.s. utah? wow, i never thought i'd see the day! excitement.
now after having just one child of my own for two short weeks, i can't even fathom taking care of two kids - especially a toddler with hfm disease. you amaze me sister. and i wish i could come see you again before you leave the big apple. and those ps22 kids were adorable and amazing. not that i didn't like that song before, but i like it like 20 times more now.
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