Come What May

The reason I married Ken is I didn't know life could be that good.
He made life easy.
He would pick me up from my night classes and ask if I needed anything.  Anything.
He would get it.
He cared about me so deeply.  Intimately.
Every up I had he experienced the euphoria.
Every down - he was there.
He made decisions easy.
It was my thoughts with his words.
He supported every whim, idea, indulgence, desire, and plan I ever had.
Getting married wasn't hard.
Being married isn't hard.

It made life clearer.
The reason I married Ken hasn't changed.
It has resonated further within me.
He hears me out.
He doesn't judge.
He never doubts.
That's why I married Ken.
He is that man.
The man who carried me into a world I didn't even know about.

Bumpers

Lately, it has been bugging me that I don't have any bumper stickers on my car.  I'm sure there are people who think they are ugly and tactless and gaudy and impossible to get off- but I just love them!  It's like introducing yourself to people in traffic. Anytime people invest money to put extra things onto their vehicles it defines that person... through their car. 
For instance, someone has a bike rack and a luggage rack and some Teton bumper stickers (or Colorado plates) you can guess that person enjoys the outdoors and probably eats granola and shops at Whole Foods.  They probably name their children Apple and Virtue.  They are just salt of the Earth people. 
Then you can take seeing a teal Chevy Cavalier with extremely tinted windows and blinging rims and a killer bass system and a big pastel pink Playboy Bunny vinyl on the back window.  You would draw conclusions from that too.
And Vanity plates!  I love vanity plates.  I like trying to figure out what the really crypted ones say.  Sometimes I can't figure it out before the light turns green so I hurry and write it down to work on later.  I keep a sharpie in the cup holder.
All my car says about me is... she has her license.  Lame dash O.  I keep thinking what would I put on my bumper?  Something Harry Potter I think.  Maybe.  That's a little childish I guess.  I'm not into the family stick people.  My family isn't that big.  I'm from Pittsburgh-but I'm not huge on the Steelers.  It's really a difficult decision.  Maybe that's why I haven't made the leap yet.  But I am on the look out.
Suggestions?

Good Morning, Doctor.

Kole slept until 9:30 this morning.  He went to bed at 8:15 last night which is a little early for him.  I was ecstatic.  I was awake but decided to stay in bed and read until the Koley started grumbling around.  At 9:30 there was no grumbling and I figured instead of throwing our whole day way WAY off schedule I'd wake him up.  I went in there and immediately knew something was wrong.
He didn't sit up when I came in.  He didn't look at me when I called his name.  He was just laying there.  Staring.  He was breathing real slow and his eyes were all glazed over.  I rubbed his back. "Koooolllleeey.  Are you ready to get up sugar pop?"  He let out a little moan.  I touched his forehead and he was burning up!   I mean burning.  When I picked him up his body was limp and he shivered and shook for a bit.  I nursed him and he just kept his eyes close.  He's never been like this.  He fell asleep a couple times while nursing and when breakfast was over... he just laid there.  I set him on the floor and he fell over.  He tried to get up but just cried and cried and cried.  It was too hard for him.
I went over what we did yesterday.  A lot.  Lunch with the cousins, zoo with the cousins, playtime with the cousins, (today's post was supposed to be a lot more fun.)  We went father's day shopping.  We did a ward service project.  A lot happened.  Was he dehydrated?  Did he have heat stroke?  Do babies get that?  I called Ken who said to call the pediatrician.  I suggested waiting an hour or so to see if he perked up....but after I took his temperature (101.5) I called.  We went in and Kole was all sad and snugly. When the doctor came in Kole was a little scared.  I think it was the mustache.  And the crazy hair and crazy shirt and crazy props.  Kole is a mellow kid.  "Over-the-top" doesn't really work on him.  It worked on me though!  I was completely charmed by this on call doctor.  I felt like he really understood his audience.  (Which is kids...not mothers.)  Anyway- after the doctor checked all his vitals and assured me all THAT was fine... Kole started to pep up a little.  Which is great but also so embarrassing.  I felt like saying, "I swear he wasn't feeling good 10 minutes ago."  The doctor quizzed me on what we did over the weekend.  Saying if he was sick it would have been something that happened then.  Nothing was out of the ordinary from my answers. 
Then the doctor pulled Kole's lips a part like he was a little colt.
"Aha!," he exclaimed.  "Your son has 5 teeth coming in right now."
I was shocked.  Embarrassed.  Relieved.  Comforted.  I felt a little sheepish. And I let out a huge breath I'd been holding in all morning.  I get really nervous when I am going to a doctor for something that should be routine.  I've been this way ever since I was diagnosed with the tumor.  I went in for nothing big and found out I had a brain tumor.... the nervousness sorta sticks with you.
The doctor told me it was rare to get so many teeth at once but it does happen.  Kole just needs a little extra help over the next week or so in the form of Infant Ibuprofen, Popsicles, distractions, and cuddling.  I was really surprised when he just flapped Kole's mouth open like that.  I'm always tender and think "Oh he doesn't want me to touch his gums."  I gotta toughen up.  A top one is barely peeking through the gums and there are three more throbbing, puffy, pillows next to it.  And then one more coming in on the bottom. It looks so painful. 
I took Kole to Walgreen's and we got the goods.  I picked some Popsicles that I would eat too.  I'll eat the rootbeer ones.  Koley can have the cherry ones.  Dad can have the rest. 
He seems mostly sleepy now.  I gave him the ibuprofen which he downed like a champ.  I hope that breaks his fever.  I'm supposed to check his temperature every hour as long as he's awake. 
It's scary when your kid is sick.
Even now when I know it's just his toothers.  I still don't like seeing him so not himself.