Husband and I had fabulous social plans for this Easter weekend, but we ended up having to cancel everything because of Bean's unexpected Saturday morning diagnosis of hand-foot-and-mouth disease. No, this is not the same as hoof and mouth disease--that's something cows get. Bean's virus is very yucky, causing her to have big blisters on the soles of her feet, in her diaper area, in her mouth, and even a few on her little fingers. According to the doctor, it probably peaked yesterday when the big blisters first broke out, and this is probably the reason why she's been sleeping so horribly lately. Her throat is sore and her little feet hurt, poor kiddo. The rash seems much better today and apparently we're allowed to be around other kids again as of tomorrow. (So don't worry, Pie Maker!)
Husband and I stayed home last night and grilled a big hunk of red meat and some marinated vegetable skewers. We drank gin fizzes made with my very delicious homemade sour mix. We dragged Bean's high chair onto the back porch and took it all outside while the sun set and the yard darkened. And we talked.
I don't know about y'all, but it seems like good conversations with my dear spouse are very few indeed these days. We're so busy with everyday life that the space and time seldom open up for them. But our evening yawned wide open last night and we got to just talk to each other. All about a couple of bands we both like, about our house and all the planting I'm doing, sunrooms versus screened porches, living in the country versus living in the suburbs, and more. It was so nice, plus the gin fizzes made us both pleasantly smiley and sweet and earnest.
It carried over into today, too, though we've been busy with cranky baby care and various house-related projects. Husband made us omelets for lunch and we talked about having another baby. We've known we would for awhile, but we've decided that in another 6 months or so we'll start trying. That way, Bean will be about old enough to be moved out of the crib and into a big girl bed with a railing. She'll be nearly potty-trained. I'll have a bit of time between weaning her and getting pregnant again so I can have my body to myself for a little while. I guess it's possible that I'll get pregnant right away and have to be hugely with child during the miserably hot summer, but then again I'll be 36 and it may not happen right away.
So in the not-too-distant future, this will be a 3 child household. Crazy.