It has been a rough day.  This morning, we took Tobin for his 6-month doctor’s appointment.  He’s doing great developmentally, but the appointment also involved three shots and an oral vaccine.  I had to leave the examination room during the immunizations, because I have a passing-out problem (note to self:  maybe related to my lowish blood pressure?).  Denny stayed in the room to hold him during the shots.

After I heard the screams, I came back in to nurse and comfort him, but they shooed me away, saying, “That was just the oral vaccine.”  Oops.

Post-carnage, Tobes was doing okay, but he had a tough afternoon.  He spent most of the time crying inconsolably or sleeping fitfully in my arms.  That didn’t leave much time to interact meaningfully with Miles, and he responded by being especially whiny and defiant.

Luckily, Denny heard my unspoken plea and came home from work early.  Some freaking out continued, but eventually the boys settled down and we had a mostly nice evening.

A minute ago, Denny was trying to get Miles’s pajamas on.  I was nursing Tobin in the living room.  Tobin is currently in the irritatingly distractable stage, wherein any little stimulus will cause him to break his latch, turn his head toward the item of interest, and leave me dribbling.  While Denny struggled with Miles in his bedroom, Miles let out a loud howl.  Of course, Tobin jerked his head up to see what was going on.

“Don’t yell,” Denny said to Miles.  “Tobin’s eating.”

“No he’s not,” Miles replied.  “He’s sleeping.”

The ridiculousness of that statement made me laugh, which distracted Tobin again.  He looked up at me and started to laugh too.  I guess his legs are feeling better.

It continued.

“Look!” Miles announced, running out into the living room with a U-shaped travel pillow around his neck.  “I’m Saturn!”

These are the days of our lives.

Miles was telling me about what all the different characters do in the game Angry Birds.

M:  When you touch the red one, he breaks things.  When you touch the blue one, he breaks into little birds.  When you touch the yellow one, he goes fast.  When you touch the white one, he—she—lays an egg and it blows up.

Miles was playing a computer game and had accidentally zoomed in further than he meant to.

M:  Mommy, can you please…un…un…un…un-big it?

I remember two of my dreams from last night.

1.  I was with my family in Vieques, Puerto Rico.  We were overlooking a beach framed by craggy rocks.  The water was clear, ringed by a reef, and perfect for snorkeling.  Just around the bend was a waterslide I knew Miles would love.  I was so excited to jump in.

2.  Miles, Denny and I were sitting in a triangle on the floor of Miles’s room, and Tobin was taking his first steps, walking around the triangle to each of us.  He was naked and chubby and laughing, so proud of himself, and we were all so proud of him.

Then I woke up and my right eye was crusted shut.  I had a headache, sinuses full of cement, a sore throat, and clogged ears.  I still have all of those things, except my eye is somewhat less gross after some washing.

My problems are small, I know.  My health issues are nothing compared with people who don’t get enough to eat every day, or who are fighting cancer or AIDS or other devastating diseases.

Still, either 1 or 2 would be just fine (though I would be very surprised if a 5-month-old could walk.  I guess I just want the feeling).  Woof.

We were getting ready to run an errand in the car.

A:  Okay, sweetie.

M:  Okay, honey.

A:  Oh, Miles, you’re cute.

M:  Oh, Mommy, you’re cute.

M:  Do you hear that noise?

A:  (straining to hear)  What noise?

M:  That yellow-sounding noise.