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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Logan.....Thus Far.

We have been in Logan for 3 weeks now.  At least I have been in Logan for 3 weeks, Jake spent some time in SLC finishing up his old job.  But the kids are use to it now, and I'm enjoying our carpeted apartment and space, so the kids aren't constantly running into each other and falling on hard tile.  We've had more space that we had to go buy furniture to fill it out.

Jake started school yesterday and I can tell that he is totally loving it.  It's been orientation this week so there has been a lot of team building, meals, guest lectures, and projects.  He has one professor who asked him to interview to be his T.A.  It would be so good for him to get that position, and it PAYS!

Unfortunately, we have had a few incidences since our arrival.  First Dexter had to go to the ER last Friday.  He had a minor fever from teething that turned into a fever of 102 during his nap and when we went into his room to check on him he was having small seizures acting very strange, and then started to puke.  We ran him to the ER. Which was a block away....small town, go figure.  We just didn't want to take any chances on a baby.  He was furious, and tired the whole we were there.  The only thing they could give him was dizzy medicine, and then the doctor thought he might have a middle ear infection, but it was too hard to tell because he was screaming so long his tympanic membrane could have been inflamed due to that.  So they prescribed him amoxicillin anyways.

Happy Camper, for the most part. 
2 days later he had an allergic reaction and I took him to insta-care.  Turns out he did not have an ear infection at all, and he has been better ever since Saturday afternoon.  I realize the doctors were just trying to help him and thought his ears were giving him a lot of pain, but I think it was just the five teeth he was cutting that were giving him grief.  I didn't think I would ever have to take my child to the ER for teething.

The worst part of my week was the disappearance of my 3 year old.  I was at the bottom of the stairs painting while max sat at the top eating a snack.  He must of wandered off the stairs when my back was turned and left the housing complex and wandered down the street.  When I noticed he was gone I ran inside thinking he just went back inside.....but he was gone.  I wandered around the complex 10 times thinking there was no way he would have wandered down the street by himself without and adult!  But sometimes I forget that Max marches to the beat of his own drum.

I started to panic, I ran down to the complex next door asking if they had seen a little boy.  They were doing additions to their building and  I thought if there was construction going on then he had to be there.  They replied that they hadn't seen him but started to look as well.  I ran down to the church and looked by the creek and didn't see him, only imagining that he could have fallen in and had already drowned.  I ran back up the hill and started to have a minor panic attack and couldn't breathe, but I had to keep looking for him.  I was up a few blocks and then decided to run home to get my car and drive around until I found him.  My neighbors were looking as well.  When I came outside a police officer had asked if we were missing a little boy.  Joy had come to my eyes that someone had found him, but then fear since it was the police!  Did I have neglectful mother written all over my face?  Max isn't allowed to go outside without me and yet I still lose him.  I was worried they were going to take me in!  Then I saw Max, happy as a clam walking home with a police officer.  I was crying and trying to hold back the tears, thinking how could you do this to me?  He made some real distance and since school started there was a lot of traffic on the streets around us.  A retired police officer had seen him and followed him for awhile to make sure it looked like he was lost.

They took my name and info.  I wondered if they were going to turn me into child services.  But it was to keep track if Max was going to make a habit out of this.  I'm still getting use to our living surroundings and what my kids are capable of, I thanked the lord for watching over my little boy and for protecting him from anyone wanting to take him.

On a more positive note, Max has found 2 bigger and better basketball hoops right outside our house that he can practice on.  That kid is going to go pro.