Happy St. Patty's Day! This has always been one of my favorite holidays. I even liked St. Patrick's Day before I turned 21 and could fully enjoy the pleasure of a green beer (or six)! I can remember being pinched for the first time by my dear Aunt Louella for not wearing green. She got me good on the back of my little arm -- left a welt! -- and then she sent me on a hunt to find something green to wear so it wouldn't happen again. And then there is always that goofy Derby Hat my Dad still insists upon wearing around for the entire day -- St. Patty's is still the only day I know my father to wear that hat. I've never seen it on his head any other time. Who amongst us doesn't like the fun and charm of a Leprechaun and his mythical pot of gold? Aye, 'tis a fine day, indeed! We're all a little Irish on St. Patty's Day!


So I could use this constructive time to inform the five or six people who actually read this blog, instead of skipping over it to go check out the Gallery for updated pictures, about the truly interesting history of St. Patrick's Day. But, alas, I have promised that I would not waste your precious internet surfing time with such silliness any longer. The last time I thought it might be fun to post something unrelated to the Kilian household, I nearly paid for it with my life (I know that letter I got in the mail was from you, Dawn!). So, I shall tell ye instead of the sad tale of my poor infant son, Aidan (Hey, that's a good Irish name!).

Poor little guy....It all started last week with a way fussy baby! I'll preface this story by letting all who read it know that Aidan is probably the happiest baby that our good Lord ever placed on the planet. Seriously. He has always been a happy little squirt. LOTS of smiles and laughs; very little crying, whining, fussing (for the most part -- he's still a baby, people!). But for some odd reason, he was just inconsolable last week starting around Tuesday night. By Thursday night, his fussiness had not improved and we were really starting to get worried about him. Mamma Bear fed him a bottle with some rice cereal at dinner and about 15 minutes later, he was projectile vomiting the entire content of his stomach all over the dining room floor. He continued to be way-beyond-fussy for the remainder of the night, but fortunately, it ended quickly, as he was asleep for the night by 7:30. He woke up Friday morning and appeared to be doing a lot better. He was able to take a bottle with no problems and he had for the most part, returned to his formerly happy self. So the decision was made to send him to day care with Sissy (that's Abby, she insists on being called Sissy now), as both Steph and I had to work. By noon, I had received a call from the day care stating that our little man was back to projectile vomiting and that one of us needed to come pick him up. So I took the rest of the day off and called the good doctor's office. I was able to get him in to see one of the physician's of the practice right away, but a lot of good it did him....He has a viral gastroenteritis (or so the doc thinks) and so there really isn't much we can do for the poor little booger. I was able to have the doc confirm that Aidan likely has GERD (see previous post: Failed Attempt -- Take 2), so he wrote him a prescription for pediatric Zantac. Unfortunately, the vomiting has persisted since then and we haven't been able to start giving him the new prescription yet. We have been feeding him Pedialyte a couple ounces at a time to keep him hydrated, but for the most part, he has just been miserable. He has not been sleeping very well and you know what that means -- either have we! The only good news here is that none of the rest of us have had any of his symptoms (quick, knock on wood for us!). Hopefully, we'll be turning the corner on this thing soon and he'll start feeling better. There is honestly nothing worse than sick kiddo's! And we had been doing so well....

Everything else is going well. The rest of us are healthy and happy, albeit a little tired! We're looking forward to this coming weekend when Dave, Jenny, and Sidney are coming into town to celebrate Easter. I wish that weather would cooperate so that Uncle Dave and I could get outside and shoot some nice shots of the kids together, but I don't think that it's going to happen. The local weather guru's are predicting a cold, and possibly snowy, Easter Sunday. Drats! So goes my luck....I suppose we'll be relegated to shooting indoors again. Not that there's anything wrong with the indoor photo shoot, but I am ultra ready for the warmer weather. That bike is screaming to get outside and I am all too ready to oblige! Speaking of the bike, I would encourage you to take a moment to check out this important Awareness Test. This is probably one of the best public service announcements I've ever seen.

Erin Go Bragh!