Is she cute, or what?

Okay. I know. Everyone thinks their kid is the cutest. But come on! Look at her? And you can't even see her feet. She's wearing hot pink flip flops. My work here is done. We know who has the cutest kid. ;)

To watch or not to watch...

That is the question. American Idol is on tonight, but I'm not sure if I really even want to watch it. My heart was torn out when Chris was voted off. I'm still pulling for Katherine though, so perhaps I'll watch and vote for her again and again and again. That is all. :)

Blech!

I'm sick. Yep. Sick. My throat is still sore, my chest is congested, and I've lost my voice. It could be worse though. Or so I've been told.

The homeopathics and herbs must still have helped some, because I ran into a woman at the market today who had the same thing as me. She was so bad that she was taking vicadin for her throat. And she said it was really sore (like mine was on day 1) for two weeks. I think I'd be on vicadin too, if that was the case. But now I'm just uncomfortable.

I have to say though, that Savannah is just the sweetest. She is so concerned about me. We woke up this morning, and I had to explain to her that my voice was still gone and that I was still sick. She pats me on the arm and says, "Lay down and rest, mommy. Close your eyes." I just love her...

Anyway, I've popped a couple of convensional medicine capsule (shh, don't tell my holistic friends!) and am going downstairs to rest.

Why I love (and hate!) holistic medicine

I'm having a love/hate relationship with my herbal and homeopathic remedies today. Just yesterday, I was complaining to Wayne about how sick I was getting. I seriously felt like my head was in a vice. My throat hurt so much that the only thing that kept going through my head was a commercial from about 15 years ago, "It'll hurt if I swallow," and it did! So much so that I couldn't sleep last night because everytime I swallowed, it woke me up. My neck was so stiff because my glands we so swollen. Ug. That's all I can say about how I felt. Ug.

Well, at the first sign that I was getting sick, I popped three "tabbies" of Ferrum Phos in a 3x and the last of my Nutribiotic Defense Plus as well as a dropper full of eleuthero root (or siberian ginseng.) I then proceeded to give Savannah a dropper full of Mommy's All Better to boost her immune system to help ensure that she doesn't get what is obviously going to be the worst cold ever. (All of these, with the exception of the eleuthero root can be purchased at All Natural Mamas.)

So, I go to bed hoping that lying down is going to help. Not a chance. Like I mentioned before, every time I swallowed, it woke me up. I didn't sleep well at all. When Wayne kissed me goodbye before going to work, I just mouthed the words "Love you" because I knew that saying them out loud would hurt like hell. I just knew my day was going to suck because Savannah just wants to play, and I just want to lie on the couch all day.

Finally, I muster up enough courage to get out of bed and try to start my day. I go downstairs, eat a small breakfast and take all my vitamins (that is another blog in and of itself) along with two ibuprofen. Oh. I also take another dropper full of eleuthero root. I'm actually not feeling half bad by that time, but I just know it's going to get worse. After about a half hour, my throat barely hurts, I can turn my neck without wincing, and I'm no longer aching. No f'ing way.

At this point, I'm ecstatic that my remedies worked. I'm not going to get that sick! WooHoo! Then it hits me. Damn. I bitched and complained to Wayne all night the night before about how sick I was getting and now I'm pretty much fine. Now I'm beginning to hate the effectiveness of my remedies. He's never going to believe I went from my death-bed to "Eh. It's not that bad." Should I milk it? Keep up the rouse that I'd rather bang my head into a wall that feel the way I do? Nah. This stuff works, and he should know it by now. So he calls, I tell him I'm fine, and he doesn't even blink an eye. Cool.

I am getting a bit achy now, at 8:33pm, but I'm just going to continue the Ferrum Phos, eleuthero root, and ibuprofen, and I'm sure I'll be fine.

My favorite time of day

When asked what my favorited smell in the entire world is, I always answer "The top of Savannah's head." You could line up 10 different children in front of me, put a blind fold on my eyes, and I could 'sniff' out my own child.

So, as I'm sitting in our bed last night, rocking Savannah to sleep, I continue to smell the top of her head. Complete happiness washes over me, and I realize: this my favorite time of the day. It's a time where I can not only reflect on the happenings of the day, but where I can just hold my very busy toddler. Yes, she hugs and kisses me throughout the day, but nothing compares to that moment when she is lying in my lap with her sleepy head in my arms. Could it be any better? The answer is yes. Very softly, in almost a whisper I hear her say "Night-night, mommy. I 'fuff you." Yes. This is my favorite time of day.

She who thinks she's funny, but who is not.

Well, this is going to be my lame attempt at blogging. I'm not funny. I'm not witty. And I can't spell. Not to mention that my life is pretty boring, so don't expect much from me.