Liam has eczema. I was really, really hoping that was not what it is, but no dice. He's been getting these red, dry splotchy spots all over him, and in the last couple days it's worsened. Andy took him to the pediatrician today, and they confirmed that it is eczema, which can't be cured. So, I guess he will be dealing with that for the rest of his life, and that really breaks my heart. Maybe it's not as bad as it seems...I guess I picture something more along the lines of leprosy. I'm sure there are a lot of people out there who suffer from it who you'd never know it.

It's amazing how your baby's ailments literally hurt your heart. It's like getting broken up with, almost. And that's just eczema.

His chest has also been covered with leathery goose-bump-type things for several days. Didn't realize that was a side effect of strep throat. So we got our Amoxicillin, half of which is now ground into our bedroom carpet because I spilled it while I was trying to get him to swallow it. Ugh. It's been quite a day!

I mean, you would never know that he has a feverous infection or an itchy skin condition. We went to the lake this weekend, and he did absolutely marvelously. I swear that kid did not stop smiling and laughing the entire time we were there (well, till we took him into the freezing cold pool every day, but even then he did not cry). Today was a bit of a different story. He was fussy all evening - maybe because hanging around the house is boring to him.

I think he is going to be adventurous with a high tolerance for pain. He's just not bothered by anything but wet diapers and hunger. He loves to be startled. We'll shake his rattle at him and scare the heck out of him, and then he'll start laughing. This is not what I want...I want a moderately geeky child who realizes his mortality and who won't get into trouble!

Speaking of trouble, we will also be getting calls from his elementary school teachers telling us that he won't shut up. It's so funny - in the morning when he first wakes up, he's all smiles and then just talks and coos for about half an hour straight. It's heartbreaking because I usually have to leave about 3 minutes into it. I'll be walking out the door and will hear him talking up a storm. He'll do it a couple more times during the day, too.

I had something else I had forgotten to blog about my last go-around, but I can't exactly remember what it was. I think I meant to comment that the car seat picture makes him look like he is grabbing his crotch (maybe he'll be a baseball player). Hopefully whatever it was will come to me...for now, I'm off to enjoy my evening break from the world!