NASA, diaper rash, and seven years

I am back. At least for the moment. Atlantis went off into space on September 9th, docked with the International Space Station two days later, and the crew installed a huge new piece of hardware to it after not building on it for years. I worked crazy hours, going in at 2:30 am for many days, but it was worth it. I worked hard and watching the crew perform spacewalks and watching the hardware perform was really amazing.

In other news, Sofia has a raging diaper rash. I mean BAD. The child cries and cries because of it. Poor little thing. We took her to the doc on Friday after a cold she had had not cleared up after many days. Her ears were fine, but her doc said it was probably a sinus infection so she prescribed her augmentin. A few days of that wonderful antibiotic and her little bum was so raw, I wanted to cry. I had been applying diaper cream to her bottom, letting her run around without a diaper (very dangerous) but nothing worked. Finally, I called her doctors office and ask that they switch her to something else. They prescribed her Omnicef. I hope her diaper rash goes away soon. It breaks my heart to see her so pained. I am applying lotrimin and diaper cream, hoping it works.

And last on my list of things to write about today...Robert and I were married seven years on August 21st. Isn't it pathetic that I just got around to posting about it? It is even more pathetic that we didn't really see each other on our anniversary since I had an all-day meeting at work that day and he worked that night. But I love him. And I think he knows. One of the last times I did laundry, as I cleaned out his pockets, do you know what I found? I found a baggie full of animal crackers and a pink barrette. Any man who carries stuff like that around in his pockets is a keeper. He is a wonderful father and husband, and I feel bad that I didn't dedicate a whole post to him.

But I am a few weeks late anyway, so whatever.