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Check this out. It is morbid and fun. It is also in french, so the few words that you recognize let you know you are killing a little monster.

Do you know the unbearable heartbreak of having a sick baby in another state and there is nothing you can do to help?

jj and I have been in Las Vegas for a week working with his company at the Consumer Electronics Show. Gentry was at jj’s parents house, that is where he always goes, he likes it up there. I called periodically, the last time on Tuesday. On Thursday night we called them to see how things were going. “Bad” was the reply and they had not called because they did not want us to worry. Just after I called on Tuesday, Gentry started throwing up. This continued for a day and then came the diarrhea and fever. By Thursday night when we called he had not wet in his diaper all day. They talked to jj and said that they wanted to take him to the emergency room to have him checked for dehydration.

The headache that starts at the base of your neck and wraps itself into the sockets of your eyes immediately started, and I could not keep the tears away. I could not get home fast enough. We took off from Vegas and landed in Salt Lake and called again to check his status.

He had blood work done and was getting an i.v. to help with the dehydration. He was watching the Fox and the Hound and eating a popsicle. They said as soon as he got some liquids into him he started acting a lot better and talking to them. jj’s mom told me today that he slept all day yesterday, but that he had to be laying on her. He would wake up occasionally and look up at her and say, “Hi Tutu.” And then go back to sleep.

We did not drive up there from the airport last night. There really was nothing that we could have done to help, they were doing what we would have done. They brought him back home today and he is asleep now, taking a long nap. Almost three hours now.

I hate it when he is sick. There really is nothing that you can do for them except hold them and hope that is goes away soon. It tears my heart out to see those around me suffering and not being able to help. He is home now, and there is nothing for me to worry about any longer. I just hope that he gets better soon.

I realized this morning that I am in an abusive relationship…

with my toddler. Or as we have been calling him lately “The Gestapo”.

I don’t know which one of you taught him to smile like this, but when I find out, you are going to pay. I loved the candid photos I used to take and now every time I pull out the camera he pulls this goofy grin out of his pocket and applies it to his face.

Anyway, he does not like me to talk to anyone. He does not like that I talk to other gentlemen, in particular the one that I am married to. He HAS to know who I was just on the phone with. He tells me if he likes them or not. He likes baby josh, but I don’t talk to him a whole lot. He also likes Ross who throws dogs (stuffed ones) into the air and catches them.

He needs to know what I am doing at all times. “Mom, what doing?” Um, showering, like I said 30 seconds ago. “Mom, what doing?” Driving. “Mom, I drive.” No, not for another 14 years son. “Mom, what doing?” Making dinner. “I do it.” Ok, here is some flour and oatmeal in a bowl, go to town Emeril.

He hits me when I don’t do things the way he likes them. Like when I am taking him to his bed for a nap, I usually get a smack, for obvious reasons. What kind of heathen mother would put her angry son down for his afternoon nap? Probably the one that needs a break from the constant head butting in her pelvis. For I while I would give him a time out, but I figured he was hitting me to get more time out of bed. So now he just goes straight to bed.

He throws his food and drinks on the floor if it is not what he wants. I mean, how awful of me to feed him chips and salsa and chocolate milk for lunch, these are usually his favorite foods. What was I thinking? Obviously I wasn’t, and now I must pay, and go get him some Care Bear fruit snacks out of the pantry or he will hit me with the spoon he is planning to make dinner with.

As you can see I have a mini-Gestapo calling the shots around here. He says “Jump!” I say, “Master, would you like fries with that?”

I am going to Las Vegas on Saturday for CES, the Consumer Electronics Show. In my pre-tradeshow beauty rush I have lots of things to wax, pluck, and polish.

Yesterday I put on a Biore strip on my nose to remove my black heads. This morning when I woke up I had a bruise across the bridge of my nose. I guess when I pulled it off I pulled to hard and fast and broke some blood vessels. Isn’t that attractive? I am hoping that my glasses will cover it up so that people will not notice; well that and the entire bottle of base I am going to use to try and cover it up. If anyone asks I will tell them that the tall gangly red head at the front desk hit me when I didn’t bring him a beer and the paper.

Also, during the day occasionally I have to go to the bathroom. You know, like most normal people do. I usually get up early and take care of my business, but today I got busy to fast and did not get around to it until I had an audience of one. He wanted me to go play with his trains and I was busy, obviously. So he started pulling little pieces of toilet paper off the roll wiping my legs and trying to poke them into the toilet. He would then tell me that I was done and lets go play now. After a few minutes of this I talked him into getting me the remote. This remote is from my husbands company and can work about a block and a half away from the house, and it controls everything. So he went and got the control, from the toilet in my master bathroom I turned on “space man” for him, which being translated is “Toy Story 2.” This bought me some time, which I was thankful for. It is always hard to perform for an audience, especially one that heckles.