So I realized today that I didn't post the conversation I had with Eamon just before Christmas. What made me think about it was another conversation I had with him tonight. So, I'm posting them both because I think they're adorable and hilarious.
First one - we were out looking at Christmas lights, and both boys dropped their cups. So we pulled into McDonald's parking lot so I could retrieve them. The conversation as I got back into the car went something like this:
Eamon (looking at the McDonald's sign) - Mommy I want french fries.
Me: We just had dinner at home.
Eamon - I hungry.
Me - We'll get a snack when we get home.
Eamon - I want French fries.
Me - I'm not buying French fries.
Eamon - Why?
Me - Because I don't want to spend the money.
Eamon - What money?
Me - Exactly my point.
Eamon (after a long pause) - Daddy got money. Daddy buy me french fries! (with an air of triumph).
Anyone else think Daddy buys french fries too often?
Conversation number two (today on the way home from daycare as we passed Pizza Hut)
Garry - What do you want for dinner, Eamon?
Eamon - That! (pointing at Pizza Hut)
Garry - What's that?
Eamon - Pizza!
Mind you, we've eaten at Pizza Hut ONCE and it was over a year ago - how does he know they serve pizza there???? It doesn't even have a PICTURE of pizza on the sign!
So yeah, my kid is cracking me up lately.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Quinn's new favorite thing
So Quinn has found something he absolutely loves. I mean, it's like instant calm, baby tranquilizer loves. What is it? Christmas lights. Not the usual simple white lights on a house and a few bushes, but the over the top outrageous light up the entire neighborhood lights. We went out last night to drive around and look at lights, and every time we'd pull up in front of a house that was totally over the top, he'd just stare and smile, completely enthralled. Start to pull away from the lights, and instant crying. Needless to say, we'll be going out again tonight, and probably tomorrow night, just because. I love seeing him so fascinated by things.
Oh, and Eamon likes them too, but not to the extent that Quinn does.
Oh, and Eamon likes them too, but not to the extent that Quinn does.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
And more pictures, because now I'm on a roll!
Thanksgiving with Aunt Maggie - we had a blast and the boys loved spending the weekend with her, and we took these pictures:
New pictures! And other news...
So I'm finally getting around to posting new pictures of the boys... These are from about the last month or so, a few earlier than that though.
Quinn and I had an eventful night. He woke up from a late nap coughing badly and running a fever of around 103 or so, so after Motrin and calling his pedi, we headed to the ER to make sure he wasn't headed for pneumonia like Eamon. That has to have been the quickest ER visit I've ever seen! We were in there 55 minutes total, which included checking in, getting chest xrays, antibiotics, and talking to the doctor. It's sad when you go to the ER enough times in the same week that the ER director recognizes you and gives you his cell phone number just in case something happens over the weekend... At any rate, Quinn's back on antibiotics and a cough medicine, but luckily we seem to have caught it early enough that it hasn't turned into pneumonia. Poor baby is sleeping right now.
Now, for pictures!
Playing nicely together!
Being funny!
At the zoo a few months ago
And because I know you're all curious to see a more recent picture of me:
Quinn and I had an eventful night. He woke up from a late nap coughing badly and running a fever of around 103 or so, so after Motrin and calling his pedi, we headed to the ER to make sure he wasn't headed for pneumonia like Eamon. That has to have been the quickest ER visit I've ever seen! We were in there 55 minutes total, which included checking in, getting chest xrays, antibiotics, and talking to the doctor. It's sad when you go to the ER enough times in the same week that the ER director recognizes you and gives you his cell phone number just in case something happens over the weekend... At any rate, Quinn's back on antibiotics and a cough medicine, but luckily we seem to have caught it early enough that it hasn't turned into pneumonia. Poor baby is sleeping right now.
Now, for pictures!
Playing nicely together!
Being funny!
At the zoo a few months ago
And because I know you're all curious to see a more recent picture of me:
Friday, December 19, 2008
Quick update
So, since I haven't posted in over a month, and I happen to have a little time right now, I thought I would go ahead and post quickly...
Almost Christmas, and I'm still not ready yet! Planning on going out this weekend and finishing up the Christmas shopping and getting everything organized and wrapped. I don't know that we're going to have a tree this year - with two toddlers and a dog in the house, it just seems like having a tree is going to create more stress than it's worth this year! Next year, definitely, but this year - we might just opt for putting all the presents on the mantel in front of the fireplace and doing it that way.
Eamon is currently fighting off a bout of pneumonia. Poor kid - I took him to the ER on Tuesday night with a fever over a 103 degrees AFTER Tylenol and a cool bath, and after much trauma (according to Eamon!) involving 4 different doses of meds, two shots, a breathing treatment, and two x-rays, we left with a handful of prescriptions and the diagnosis of pneumonia. Needless to say, I've been home with him the rest of the week and will be off work through Tuesday just in case. He's getting better slowly, although we've had a couple of bouts of high fevers and coughing that aren't fun for anyone.
Quinn is starting to throw mini tantrums. My little Mr Easy Going isn't quite as easy going any more as he gets further into toddlerhood, although mostly he's still pretty laid back. He just finished up with a bout of bronchitis, so he's been struggling as well with his health, but is on the mend except for a runny nose and occasional coughing thanks to drainage. His biggest news? We're walking! Yes, walking. He spends more time on his feet than crawling now, and is getting pretty good at getting around. Along with walking comes climbing, which he's become a downright expert at - sometimes it seems like there's nothing he can't climb up to or over. We have to constantly watch him or he's into everything.
I think I neglected to mention that we have a new roommate. Yes, a roommate. His name is Buddy, he weighs about 45 lbs, and has pretty silky hair. He's a 4 year old English setter that a hunter was giving away for free because he's gunshy, and so far has been an absolutely awesome dog to have around the house. He's fairly independent, likes hanging out outside, and doesn't eat the kids' toys or my shoes, so overall, we really like him. He's gaining weight thanks to Quinn's absolute fascination with feeding him - it's become Quinn's favorite past time - begging for food that immediately goes straight to the dog. Needless to say, Quinn and Buddy have quite a cordial relationship right now.
Garry is busy at work, as always, and I'm debating how much longer I want to continue working full time. We're currently looking at me going part time at work for a few months, and then possibly quitting to stay home and go back to college in the fall when Eamon will start preschool. Not sure yet what the plan is, but that's one idea that we have that might work, and I'm leaning towards that. Continuing to work until the spring, when it's nice enough that I can take the boys outside and let them entertain themselves/wear themselves down in the yard or at a playground, and then ultimately heading back to school myself while they attend preschool/daycare part time. It means a bit of a tighter lifestyle financially, but it's doable and that's the current direction we're going. The last few days have really reminded me how much I like being able to make my own schedule and hang out with the boys, as well as the fact that I really, really enjoy having time to myself away from kids!
I have new pictures of the boys to post soon - will try and get them posted this weekend sometime!
Almost Christmas, and I'm still not ready yet! Planning on going out this weekend and finishing up the Christmas shopping and getting everything organized and wrapped. I don't know that we're going to have a tree this year - with two toddlers and a dog in the house, it just seems like having a tree is going to create more stress than it's worth this year! Next year, definitely, but this year - we might just opt for putting all the presents on the mantel in front of the fireplace and doing it that way.
Eamon is currently fighting off a bout of pneumonia. Poor kid - I took him to the ER on Tuesday night with a fever over a 103 degrees AFTER Tylenol and a cool bath, and after much trauma (according to Eamon!) involving 4 different doses of meds, two shots, a breathing treatment, and two x-rays, we left with a handful of prescriptions and the diagnosis of pneumonia. Needless to say, I've been home with him the rest of the week and will be off work through Tuesday just in case. He's getting better slowly, although we've had a couple of bouts of high fevers and coughing that aren't fun for anyone.
Quinn is starting to throw mini tantrums. My little Mr Easy Going isn't quite as easy going any more as he gets further into toddlerhood, although mostly he's still pretty laid back. He just finished up with a bout of bronchitis, so he's been struggling as well with his health, but is on the mend except for a runny nose and occasional coughing thanks to drainage. His biggest news? We're walking! Yes, walking. He spends more time on his feet than crawling now, and is getting pretty good at getting around. Along with walking comes climbing, which he's become a downright expert at - sometimes it seems like there's nothing he can't climb up to or over. We have to constantly watch him or he's into everything.
I think I neglected to mention that we have a new roommate. Yes, a roommate. His name is Buddy, he weighs about 45 lbs, and has pretty silky hair. He's a 4 year old English setter that a hunter was giving away for free because he's gunshy, and so far has been an absolutely awesome dog to have around the house. He's fairly independent, likes hanging out outside, and doesn't eat the kids' toys or my shoes, so overall, we really like him. He's gaining weight thanks to Quinn's absolute fascination with feeding him - it's become Quinn's favorite past time - begging for food that immediately goes straight to the dog. Needless to say, Quinn and Buddy have quite a cordial relationship right now.
Garry is busy at work, as always, and I'm debating how much longer I want to continue working full time. We're currently looking at me going part time at work for a few months, and then possibly quitting to stay home and go back to college in the fall when Eamon will start preschool. Not sure yet what the plan is, but that's one idea that we have that might work, and I'm leaning towards that. Continuing to work until the spring, when it's nice enough that I can take the boys outside and let them entertain themselves/wear themselves down in the yard or at a playground, and then ultimately heading back to school myself while they attend preschool/daycare part time. It means a bit of a tighter lifestyle financially, but it's doable and that's the current direction we're going. The last few days have really reminded me how much I like being able to make my own schedule and hang out with the boys, as well as the fact that I really, really enjoy having time to myself away from kids!
I have new pictures of the boys to post soon - will try and get them posted this weekend sometime!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Insomnia
This is just a quick update, since I'm battling insomnia and don't want to spend too much time awake tonight (of course, it's already been an hour and I'm still up... don't ask).
We're all moved into the new place, or at least, mostly there! Still a few boxes in the garage to unpack, mostly books, and the basement room needs to be finished up and organized. That's right, we moved, again. The second move in about three months. No choice, really, as the original house was being foreclosed on and we decided it would be prudent to move out prior to actually being evicted by the bank - I like to have time to find a house, instead of feeling pressured. And it worked out for us - we found a nice three bedroom two bath house close to my job with a fenced in yard and a great landlord. It felt like home the first night we spent here, and that's a great feeling, when you feel like you're home even when you're surrounded by boxes and you can't find anything at all.
In other news, Quinn is one. Yes, ONE. He's trying to walk, jabbers constantly (a few words in there - yes, no, mumma, da-ee), and now has serious opinions about things. He's also discovering that he can make choices about things like food - he'll shake his head no if he doesn't like something (or doesn't want it, usually, because the kid eats almost anything you put in front of him!) I'm planning on taking pictures of him this weekend in our yard, weather permitting, and I'll get them posted as soon as possible.
Eamon is officially in a big boy bed. He's actually in a queen bed now - he's inherited Garry and my old bed. He absolutely loves it - sprawls all over and has it covered with toys and blankets and pillows and stuffed animals, with just enough clear space for him (he's usually under some of the stuff on the bed). We're back to working on potty training again, at his request. And his vocabulary seems to have exploded in the last couple of weeks. I'm not sure whether it's just because something is finally clicking for him, or if it's the reduction in our house's stress levels over the last couple of weeks, but it's truly amazing to see how far he's come in his language in the last six months or so. Of course, it could also have something to do with the fact that we haven't had cable in a month and he's watching less tv at home (movies only!). We got pretty lax with the tv there for a while, so maybe it's a good thing that we don't currently have cable. He gets to watch one movie a day usually, his choice. He's adjusting well to it, although when it's over and it's time for bed, he tends to be a little vocal in his desire to stay up later and watch another movie.
Garry and I are good. Muddling along, I suppose. He's still loving his job, even more so now that he's hired one of our good friends to work for him doing benefits and other HR type things, so some of his workload is slowly easing and his stress levels from work are coming back down again. I'm managing at my job, thinking about a change at times, because it's getting a little wearying spending my days listening to people do nothing more than complain about things that are completely out of my control and expecting me to fix things that can't be fixed because someone (namely, the customer!) doesn't want to take responsibility. Of course, this economy doesn't make for a great time to switch jobs. As someone I work with said yesterday, this is a pretty secure job, since even broke people are addicted to their cell phones. Amen to that! So at this point it's a matter of waiting to see what's out there and weighing the pros and cons of a job switch, especially since any job change will necessitate us likely pushing back our plans for baby number 3 until I'm eligible for maternity leave. We'll see what happens!
This turned out a little longer than planned. I'm going to try and get a little sleep before the alarm goes off and I'm being dragged out of bed. The good news is, I took the day off work today. The bad news is, I've got a ton of errands to run and laundry to catch up on!
We're all moved into the new place, or at least, mostly there! Still a few boxes in the garage to unpack, mostly books, and the basement room needs to be finished up and organized. That's right, we moved, again. The second move in about three months. No choice, really, as the original house was being foreclosed on and we decided it would be prudent to move out prior to actually being evicted by the bank - I like to have time to find a house, instead of feeling pressured. And it worked out for us - we found a nice three bedroom two bath house close to my job with a fenced in yard and a great landlord. It felt like home the first night we spent here, and that's a great feeling, when you feel like you're home even when you're surrounded by boxes and you can't find anything at all.
In other news, Quinn is one. Yes, ONE. He's trying to walk, jabbers constantly (a few words in there - yes, no, mumma, da-ee), and now has serious opinions about things. He's also discovering that he can make choices about things like food - he'll shake his head no if he doesn't like something (or doesn't want it, usually, because the kid eats almost anything you put in front of him!) I'm planning on taking pictures of him this weekend in our yard, weather permitting, and I'll get them posted as soon as possible.
Eamon is officially in a big boy bed. He's actually in a queen bed now - he's inherited Garry and my old bed. He absolutely loves it - sprawls all over and has it covered with toys and blankets and pillows and stuffed animals, with just enough clear space for him (he's usually under some of the stuff on the bed). We're back to working on potty training again, at his request. And his vocabulary seems to have exploded in the last couple of weeks. I'm not sure whether it's just because something is finally clicking for him, or if it's the reduction in our house's stress levels over the last couple of weeks, but it's truly amazing to see how far he's come in his language in the last six months or so. Of course, it could also have something to do with the fact that we haven't had cable in a month and he's watching less tv at home (movies only!). We got pretty lax with the tv there for a while, so maybe it's a good thing that we don't currently have cable. He gets to watch one movie a day usually, his choice. He's adjusting well to it, although when it's over and it's time for bed, he tends to be a little vocal in his desire to stay up later and watch another movie.
Garry and I are good. Muddling along, I suppose. He's still loving his job, even more so now that he's hired one of our good friends to work for him doing benefits and other HR type things, so some of his workload is slowly easing and his stress levels from work are coming back down again. I'm managing at my job, thinking about a change at times, because it's getting a little wearying spending my days listening to people do nothing more than complain about things that are completely out of my control and expecting me to fix things that can't be fixed because someone (namely, the customer!) doesn't want to take responsibility. Of course, this economy doesn't make for a great time to switch jobs. As someone I work with said yesterday, this is a pretty secure job, since even broke people are addicted to their cell phones. Amen to that! So at this point it's a matter of waiting to see what's out there and weighing the pros and cons of a job switch, especially since any job change will necessitate us likely pushing back our plans for baby number 3 until I'm eligible for maternity leave. We'll see what happens!
This turned out a little longer than planned. I'm going to try and get a little sleep before the alarm goes off and I'm being dragged out of bed. The good news is, I took the day off work today. The bad news is, I've got a ton of errands to run and laundry to catch up on!
Monday, September 29, 2008
Faith
You know, my faith in other people has just been severely shaken. I'm reminded forcibly tonight why I'm so much happier in my little introverted shell, because when I'm in my little shell, I don't get taken advantage of, or hurt by people.
I found out tonight that someone that I thought was a friend, and who I did everything I could to help out when she was having a rough time, truly isn't a friend. It's a funny thing, but when you decide to return a phone to someone because you don't want it, you might want to delete all the text messages on that phone that involve the person in question. At some point, it should cross your mind that what you've said in text might be read by someone other than the intended recipient. You also might want to think about that before you lie to that person's face, over and over again. You'd also think that you might be a little grateful for the fact that my husband is responsible for getting you the best paying job you've ever had in your life. I guess not, though.
I'm down tonight, in a bad way. This has been a rough evening. I'm looking forward to bed, and sleep, and getting up in the morning and not worrying about this crap. I know it will bother me for a while, and I have to see this supposed friend at least one more time this week, but after that, I'm putting it all behind me and I'm done with her. I'm just glad that my life can get back to normal again soon.
Oh, in other news, we're moving. Again. Not sure where to yet, but I'm tired of worrying about this house going into foreclosure and our goal is to be somewhere else by Quinn's birthday. We're considering sucking it up and moving into a little apartment for a year, just so we can maybe do a little traveling to see family, save up some money, and ultimately buy a house in a year or two.
After tomorrow I don't think we'll have internet for a while - since we're going to start packing up I think we'll drop some of the extra stuff so we don't need to worry about it and just start fresh in whatever new place we end up at. I'll still have internet on my phone, of course ;-) Perks of working for the man!
I found out tonight that someone that I thought was a friend, and who I did everything I could to help out when she was having a rough time, truly isn't a friend. It's a funny thing, but when you decide to return a phone to someone because you don't want it, you might want to delete all the text messages on that phone that involve the person in question. At some point, it should cross your mind that what you've said in text might be read by someone other than the intended recipient. You also might want to think about that before you lie to that person's face, over and over again. You'd also think that you might be a little grateful for the fact that my husband is responsible for getting you the best paying job you've ever had in your life. I guess not, though.
I'm down tonight, in a bad way. This has been a rough evening. I'm looking forward to bed, and sleep, and getting up in the morning and not worrying about this crap. I know it will bother me for a while, and I have to see this supposed friend at least one more time this week, but after that, I'm putting it all behind me and I'm done with her. I'm just glad that my life can get back to normal again soon.
Oh, in other news, we're moving. Again. Not sure where to yet, but I'm tired of worrying about this house going into foreclosure and our goal is to be somewhere else by Quinn's birthday. We're considering sucking it up and moving into a little apartment for a year, just so we can maybe do a little traveling to see family, save up some money, and ultimately buy a house in a year or two.
After tomorrow I don't think we'll have internet for a while - since we're going to start packing up I think we'll drop some of the extra stuff so we don't need to worry about it and just start fresh in whatever new place we end up at. I'll still have internet on my phone, of course ;-) Perks of working for the man!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
A few thoughts
It's been a long week. And a long weekend. I think I need a weekend from my weekend. Yep, that's the kind of week it's been.
Please pray for my friend's little boy. X has biliary atresia, a life-threatening liver disease, and is in the hospital now. He's just been listed for a liver transplant, and we're hoping that his father will be his match. This little boy is just a bit younger than Quinn, and has already been through so much in his life. I can't imagine going through what their family is dealing with, and all I can say is B, you're a stronger woman that I am, and I can only hope and pray that everything goes well with matching.
In other news, after spending the weekend battling with a seriously cranky, moody toddler, he reminded me why I love being a mother (and yes, I needed some reminding!) I went out for coffee with a friend, and left the boys with Garry. He put them to bed (he thought!) but when I got home I noticed that the light was on in their room. Went to turn it off, and found Eamon sitting quietly on his bed, reading a book and playing with some blocks (he's a multitasker like Mommy). As soon as he saw me, he smiled, moved everything out of the way, and laid down so I could tuck him in and give him his good night kiss. Apparently he was waiting up for me. I turned the light off, closed the door, and cried.
Moments like these, I know, are what make up for the days when I really just want to give him away, and are what I'll remember in ten years and cry about.
Moments like these are the reason I love being a mother.
Please pray for my friend's little boy. X has biliary atresia, a life-threatening liver disease, and is in the hospital now. He's just been listed for a liver transplant, and we're hoping that his father will be his match. This little boy is just a bit younger than Quinn, and has already been through so much in his life. I can't imagine going through what their family is dealing with, and all I can say is B, you're a stronger woman that I am, and I can only hope and pray that everything goes well with matching.
In other news, after spending the weekend battling with a seriously cranky, moody toddler, he reminded me why I love being a mother (and yes, I needed some reminding!) I went out for coffee with a friend, and left the boys with Garry. He put them to bed (he thought!) but when I got home I noticed that the light was on in their room. Went to turn it off, and found Eamon sitting quietly on his bed, reading a book and playing with some blocks (he's a multitasker like Mommy). As soon as he saw me, he smiled, moved everything out of the way, and laid down so I could tuck him in and give him his good night kiss. Apparently he was waiting up for me. I turned the light off, closed the door, and cried.
Moments like these, I know, are what make up for the days when I really just want to give him away, and are what I'll remember in ten years and cry about.
Moments like these are the reason I love being a mother.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Fall already???
It's amazing - suddenly, it's the beginning of September and I would swear it was October, because it's been distinctly fall-like weather here. Poor Eamon has almost no clothes to wear these days, because he's outgrown all his warm clothes with the exception with 4 pairs of pants, 3 sweatshirts, and 2 long sleeved shirts. Needless to say, in the next couple of weeks we'll be stocking up on warmer clothes for him. Quinn, luckily, has a full wardrobe of fall and winter clothes, thanks to big brother and friends' hand-me-downs.
I'll get pictures posted of the house sometime this week, weekend at the latest. It's going to depend on how much time I have, really - tomorrow night Garry has choir practice (have I mentioned that he joined a men's choir? Tomorrow is his first night of practice.) For the next several weeks, we'll be missing Daddy every Tuesday evening, and probably every Sunday evening. It's in preparation for the Christmas concert, which we will definitely be going to, probably with Uncle Eddie who isn't going to be performing for this concert. We're excited and looking forward to it.
It's late here, and I need to get to bed so I can be ready for work in the morning. I'll check back in soon - my goal is NOT to wait an entire month between updates. Oh, and to take lots and lots of pictures of the boys. Of course.
I'll get pictures posted of the house sometime this week, weekend at the latest. It's going to depend on how much time I have, really - tomorrow night Garry has choir practice (have I mentioned that he joined a men's choir? Tomorrow is his first night of practice.) For the next several weeks, we'll be missing Daddy every Tuesday evening, and probably every Sunday evening. It's in preparation for the Christmas concert, which we will definitely be going to, probably with Uncle Eddie who isn't going to be performing for this concert. We're excited and looking forward to it.
It's late here, and I need to get to bed so I can be ready for work in the morning. I'll check back in soon - my goal is NOT to wait an entire month between updates. Oh, and to take lots and lots of pictures of the boys. Of course.
Eamon
As always, the water boy:
Working on my bike!
Power tools!
Yard work is fun (except for the pesky grass) - otherwise known as - what happens when an OCD toddler tries to help:
Sorry for the quality of the video - I had to edit it a little to get it to upload correctly!
Working on my bike!
Power tools!
Yard work is fun (except for the pesky grass) - otherwise known as - what happens when an OCD toddler tries to help:
Sorry for the quality of the video - I had to edit it a little to get it to upload correctly!
Quinn
We have teeth! Actually, we have 5 teeth now, but he only shows off the bottom two usually.
My smiley guy - this is his usual expression:
Serious little man:
Can you tell he LOVES the swing?
And this video shows his absolute favorite activity in the world:
My smiley guy - this is his usual expression:
Serious little man:
Can you tell he LOVES the swing?
And this video shows his absolute favorite activity in the world:
Friday, August 8, 2008
It's been a crazy summer!
So, yes, I haven't posted in forever, but I have an excuse. Really. I do.
Here's the short version: I changed shifts at work and now work evenings. Garry changed jobs and is working for a new company. And we moved across town, which has entailed a lot of sweat, frustration, and just general stress. There's my excuse for not writing at all in the last several weeks. Good excuse, no?
Now, for the short update on us.
Quinn is cruising, determined to walk as soon as he can. He has 4 teeth, 4 more on the way, and eats more than Eamon does at most meals.
Eamon is becoming so much more verbal and it's absolutely wonderful to see (and hear). His vocabulary has just exploded over the last few weeks and we're really enjoying being able to start communicating with him. He's starting to get the hang of what timeout means, and now actually stays put in the timeout corner as requested, which is resulting in far less tantrums, which means that Mommy and Daddy's stress levels are down considerably.
Garry is busy with the new job. He's loving every minute of it, although it takes up more of his time than previously. But he's happy with the company and what he's doing, and that's the most important thing for him.
And me? I'm here, looking forward to the end of August when I get to change my shift at work. I managed to get an awesome shift - Monday through Friday, 9-5:45. It was my second choice for hours, so I can't complain about it, and it will be nice to have my weekends back with my family.
I'll get pictures of the house and the kids posted soon, hopefully this weekend. And hopefully one day soon we'll have some family pictures to share, since I don't think we have a single picture of all four of us. Sad, no?
Here's the short version: I changed shifts at work and now work evenings. Garry changed jobs and is working for a new company. And we moved across town, which has entailed a lot of sweat, frustration, and just general stress. There's my excuse for not writing at all in the last several weeks. Good excuse, no?
Now, for the short update on us.
Quinn is cruising, determined to walk as soon as he can. He has 4 teeth, 4 more on the way, and eats more than Eamon does at most meals.
Eamon is becoming so much more verbal and it's absolutely wonderful to see (and hear). His vocabulary has just exploded over the last few weeks and we're really enjoying being able to start communicating with him. He's starting to get the hang of what timeout means, and now actually stays put in the timeout corner as requested, which is resulting in far less tantrums, which means that Mommy and Daddy's stress levels are down considerably.
Garry is busy with the new job. He's loving every minute of it, although it takes up more of his time than previously. But he's happy with the company and what he's doing, and that's the most important thing for him.
And me? I'm here, looking forward to the end of August when I get to change my shift at work. I managed to get an awesome shift - Monday through Friday, 9-5:45. It was my second choice for hours, so I can't complain about it, and it will be nice to have my weekends back with my family.
I'll get pictures of the house and the kids posted soon, hopefully this weekend. And hopefully one day soon we'll have some family pictures to share, since I don't think we have a single picture of all four of us. Sad, no?
Sunday, June 22, 2008
And...
Because I'm having technical difficulty today, here's a collage of several pictures from today (yes, including those already posted) - I will come back and add more later hopefully as I get them uploaded and edited and all that fun stuff...
New pictures
Today was beautiful, so we decided it would be a good idea to take some new pictures of the boys. Eamon was especially hyper, so most of these are of Quinn, although I did get a couple of good ones of Eamon.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Busy busy busy
I've completely slacked off yet again. My excuse? Two mobile kids and some gorgeous weather. Summer is here and the boys love being outside, so between work and being outside as much as possible to wear Eamon out, it's been a little difficult to find the time to get online and blog.
So, an update for now, followed by pics later today for sure.
The family news first - we are considering moving. Not just houses, but states. Garry has begun looking into the possibility of jobs on the East Coast, so that we're closer to my parents and sisters; both of us would like the boys to be able to spend as much time as possible with their grandparents and aunts, and that means moving closer. Garry's also beginning to burn out on his job, and is just ready for a change. 3+ years is the longest he's stayed in one position, and he's ready for a new challenge. We have some options, so we'll see what happens in the next month or so. While we absolutely love Wichita, I'm ready for a new place (the perpetual drifter in me!) and Garry is ready for a new job, which likely will entail moving elsewhere.
In other news, Eamon is TALKING! Yes, he is finally talking. Two months after having his tubes put in, he's started to really communicate well most of the time and we're slowly seeing a lessening of the tantrums from him now that he can actually express himself to us and we understand. It's a wonderful thing, most of the time, although hearing "mom! mom! mom!" a million times a day gets very, very old. I keep reminding myself that he's communicating and we're understanding, and that's the most important thing, no matter how annoying it gets sometimes.
The last two months have been a huge milestone time for us. Eamon is in a "big boy bed" - we had to convert his crib about a month ago as he'd figured out how to climb in and out at will, and open his bedroom door to wander around the house. Rather than risk a broken neck from falling while climbing, we turned his crib into a toddler bed and he's currently loving it. He's so proud of his big boy bed that anytime someone new comes over he insists on taking them to his room to show it off.
Eamon is also suddenly decided it's time to potty train. He tells us when his diaper needs changed (every time he pees or poops, pretty much!) and likes to sit on the big potty. We're taking it slow and letting him tell us when he needs (or wants!) to sit on the potty, and that seems to be working well for us right now. We've had several days where he's woken up dry from his naps, so we're slowly moving in the right direction, and the even better news is that since he's so grown up now, the bottle is coming very close to being eliminated from his life. He takes a cup to bed most nights now, and doesn't throw a fit about a bottle unless he's very, very tired. Thank God for small mercies - I'm ready to be done with bottles and the way it's looking now, it won't be too much longer before we can toss the entire lot.
And now for Quinn and his big milestones... He sits like a pro, is a crawling machine, and just this weekend learned to not only get himself into a sitting position, but also to pull up onto his knees. Yes, he's considering starting to walk, I think. I'm so not ready for this yet - I've just gotten used to the idea that he crawls! Well, army crawls, but that's because he chooses not to crawl on hands and knees. For some reason he likes being on his belly and can motor around amazingly fast. We're getting close to being done with baby food, since he's all about finger foods and I'm slowly starting to just give him our dinner chopped up, with caution because he STILL has no teeth! I still have a hard time looking at him and realizing that he's going to be 8 months old in less than a week. Where has the time gone???? I don't feel like I should have an 8 month old. Of course, I don't feel like I should have a 2 year old right now either. It's amazing how fast time flies. I looked at our daycare provider the other day and commented that in 4 months we'll be throwing Quinn his 1st birthday party, and she immediately responded with "he's not allowed to grow up!" Needless to say, there's nothing we can do to keep him from growing up, and he's doing it much, much faster than his big brother did. Makes me want another baby, but it's not in the cards right now. We've agreed to wait a couple of years before starting on #3. I suppose I'd better get on some kind of really good birth control if I want to avoid another oops baby.
Pictures to come, as soon as I've had a chance to sort through them a bit and pick out some good ones!
So, an update for now, followed by pics later today for sure.
The family news first - we are considering moving. Not just houses, but states. Garry has begun looking into the possibility of jobs on the East Coast, so that we're closer to my parents and sisters; both of us would like the boys to be able to spend as much time as possible with their grandparents and aunts, and that means moving closer. Garry's also beginning to burn out on his job, and is just ready for a change. 3+ years is the longest he's stayed in one position, and he's ready for a new challenge. We have some options, so we'll see what happens in the next month or so. While we absolutely love Wichita, I'm ready for a new place (the perpetual drifter in me!) and Garry is ready for a new job, which likely will entail moving elsewhere.
In other news, Eamon is TALKING! Yes, he is finally talking. Two months after having his tubes put in, he's started to really communicate well most of the time and we're slowly seeing a lessening of the tantrums from him now that he can actually express himself to us and we understand. It's a wonderful thing, most of the time, although hearing "mom! mom! mom!" a million times a day gets very, very old. I keep reminding myself that he's communicating and we're understanding, and that's the most important thing, no matter how annoying it gets sometimes.
The last two months have been a huge milestone time for us. Eamon is in a "big boy bed" - we had to convert his crib about a month ago as he'd figured out how to climb in and out at will, and open his bedroom door to wander around the house. Rather than risk a broken neck from falling while climbing, we turned his crib into a toddler bed and he's currently loving it. He's so proud of his big boy bed that anytime someone new comes over he insists on taking them to his room to show it off.
Eamon is also suddenly decided it's time to potty train. He tells us when his diaper needs changed (every time he pees or poops, pretty much!) and likes to sit on the big potty. We're taking it slow and letting him tell us when he needs (or wants!) to sit on the potty, and that seems to be working well for us right now. We've had several days where he's woken up dry from his naps, so we're slowly moving in the right direction, and the even better news is that since he's so grown up now, the bottle is coming very close to being eliminated from his life. He takes a cup to bed most nights now, and doesn't throw a fit about a bottle unless he's very, very tired. Thank God for small mercies - I'm ready to be done with bottles and the way it's looking now, it won't be too much longer before we can toss the entire lot.
And now for Quinn and his big milestones... He sits like a pro, is a crawling machine, and just this weekend learned to not only get himself into a sitting position, but also to pull up onto his knees. Yes, he's considering starting to walk, I think. I'm so not ready for this yet - I've just gotten used to the idea that he crawls! Well, army crawls, but that's because he chooses not to crawl on hands and knees. For some reason he likes being on his belly and can motor around amazingly fast. We're getting close to being done with baby food, since he's all about finger foods and I'm slowly starting to just give him our dinner chopped up, with caution because he STILL has no teeth! I still have a hard time looking at him and realizing that he's going to be 8 months old in less than a week. Where has the time gone???? I don't feel like I should have an 8 month old. Of course, I don't feel like I should have a 2 year old right now either. It's amazing how fast time flies. I looked at our daycare provider the other day and commented that in 4 months we'll be throwing Quinn his 1st birthday party, and she immediately responded with "he's not allowed to grow up!" Needless to say, there's nothing we can do to keep him from growing up, and he's doing it much, much faster than his big brother did. Makes me want another baby, but it's not in the cards right now. We've agreed to wait a couple of years before starting on #3. I suppose I'd better get on some kind of really good birth control if I want to avoid another oops baby.
Pictures to come, as soon as I've had a chance to sort through them a bit and pick out some good ones!
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Life
I thought I should go ahead and write about what's happening lately with us. I'll start with the boys, go from there.
Eamon has tubes in his ears now. He had a hearing test done just before Easter, and we found that he has hearing loss due to fluid behind his eardrum. Took him to an ENT, who recommended tubes, and we went ahead and had the surgery two weeks ago. Since his surgery, he's become much more understandably verbal - he's starting to use more words and is even putting together little sentences. His speech is still slurred, so we're looking into some short-term speech therapy for him, but he's doing a ton better now in terms of communicating. It's amazing what a difference we've seen in him since he had his surgery and isn't hearing the world as though he's underwater anymore. His other big news is that he seems to be eating meat finally! Yes, my vegetarian toddler has eaten meat 4 nights in one week, and I'm ecstatic! We'll see if the picky eater continues with last week's trend of eating meat - I'm hopeful that he's maybe turning a corner on his problems with food textures. For anyone who doesn't know - Eamon's always had issues with the texture of meat and has generally refused to eat meat since he was an infant.
Quinn is 2 months old and growing like a weed still - we're almost into 9-12 month clothes because he's getting longer and longer and outgrowing clothes as fast as I can buy them. He's also a rolling fool - if you set him down on the floor he takes off most times and goes to explore the world around him (and invariably screams bloody murder when he runs into something that doesn't move for him!). He's working on getting those knees up under him and it's only a matter of time before he takes off crawling. He's also working on his bottom teeth and chews on everything in sight - for some reason, he likes my shoes, so between him and the dog, I have to keep my shoes up or I won't have any left soon! He's still as mellow as ever, and it's a wonderful change of pace from Eamon's high energy. They're as different as they could be - complete polar opposites in terms of personality.
Garry's working like crazy, adjusted to our new schedule pretty much. He likes his Saturdays with the boys - they run around town together and watch movies and clean house and sleep pretty much all day. I'm envious, because on my day off with the boys, we're generally going non-stop running errands. Figures. But he's doing well - supposed to be heading to Germany at some point this summer for work. Lucky dog!
And me? Well, I'm still liking the job, most days. I'm loving the schedule and getting to spend some real quality time with the boys and Garry in the evenings. That part of life, and the part when I get to hang with my guys a lot more, is pretty good. So what's the not so good part, since obviously there is one? The bipolar demon is striking again, and I'm finding myself having more frequent and more severe mood swings. My anxiety is popping up again as well; we went to a party last night, just Garry and I, and I got pretty freaked out by all the people and the noise and ended up having to take a break from it to get myself calmed down again. What's all this mean? Well, it pretty much means I need to sit down and think long and hard about whether it's finally time to go back on mood stabilizers again, which means that I will need to wean Quinn, since they're nasty drugs for babies. And therein lies my dilemma. I love nursing. I'm not emotionally ready to give up that time spent bonding with Quinn. I'm not emotionally ready to let go of that particular part of my relationship with him. And he's not ready either. It doesn't matter if he just drank a bottle; if I've been away from him and he sees me, he's ready to nurse. It's almost like it's his little touchstone, his reassurance that Mommy is back again. And I don't want to take that away from him, not yet. But I also know that mentally I'm starting to fall apart again, and that's not healthy for any of us. It's one of those decisions that's just really, really hard for me right now, and maybe I need someone on the outside to make that decision for me. I know that I can't keep on like this indefinitely. I'm going to talk a little to our new doctor about it tomorrow, and hope that I can get a little more direction, something to help me make my mind up. Because I know that if I wean Quinn now, there's no going back again.
As I say every time, I do have new pictures of the boys, and I will try and get them posted in the morning. Garry is planning to take the boys to daycare for me in the morning, so that I can try and catch up a little on missed sleep and have a little time to myself to try and work out things in my head. With any luck, I'll actually manage to remember to post new pictures.
Eamon has tubes in his ears now. He had a hearing test done just before Easter, and we found that he has hearing loss due to fluid behind his eardrum. Took him to an ENT, who recommended tubes, and we went ahead and had the surgery two weeks ago. Since his surgery, he's become much more understandably verbal - he's starting to use more words and is even putting together little sentences. His speech is still slurred, so we're looking into some short-term speech therapy for him, but he's doing a ton better now in terms of communicating. It's amazing what a difference we've seen in him since he had his surgery and isn't hearing the world as though he's underwater anymore. His other big news is that he seems to be eating meat finally! Yes, my vegetarian toddler has eaten meat 4 nights in one week, and I'm ecstatic! We'll see if the picky eater continues with last week's trend of eating meat - I'm hopeful that he's maybe turning a corner on his problems with food textures. For anyone who doesn't know - Eamon's always had issues with the texture of meat and has generally refused to eat meat since he was an infant.
Quinn is 2 months old and growing like a weed still - we're almost into 9-12 month clothes because he's getting longer and longer and outgrowing clothes as fast as I can buy them. He's also a rolling fool - if you set him down on the floor he takes off most times and goes to explore the world around him (and invariably screams bloody murder when he runs into something that doesn't move for him!). He's working on getting those knees up under him and it's only a matter of time before he takes off crawling. He's also working on his bottom teeth and chews on everything in sight - for some reason, he likes my shoes, so between him and the dog, I have to keep my shoes up or I won't have any left soon! He's still as mellow as ever, and it's a wonderful change of pace from Eamon's high energy. They're as different as they could be - complete polar opposites in terms of personality.
Garry's working like crazy, adjusted to our new schedule pretty much. He likes his Saturdays with the boys - they run around town together and watch movies and clean house and sleep pretty much all day. I'm envious, because on my day off with the boys, we're generally going non-stop running errands. Figures. But he's doing well - supposed to be heading to Germany at some point this summer for work. Lucky dog!
And me? Well, I'm still liking the job, most days. I'm loving the schedule and getting to spend some real quality time with the boys and Garry in the evenings. That part of life, and the part when I get to hang with my guys a lot more, is pretty good. So what's the not so good part, since obviously there is one? The bipolar demon is striking again, and I'm finding myself having more frequent and more severe mood swings. My anxiety is popping up again as well; we went to a party last night, just Garry and I, and I got pretty freaked out by all the people and the noise and ended up having to take a break from it to get myself calmed down again. What's all this mean? Well, it pretty much means I need to sit down and think long and hard about whether it's finally time to go back on mood stabilizers again, which means that I will need to wean Quinn, since they're nasty drugs for babies. And therein lies my dilemma. I love nursing. I'm not emotionally ready to give up that time spent bonding with Quinn. I'm not emotionally ready to let go of that particular part of my relationship with him. And he's not ready either. It doesn't matter if he just drank a bottle; if I've been away from him and he sees me, he's ready to nurse. It's almost like it's his little touchstone, his reassurance that Mommy is back again. And I don't want to take that away from him, not yet. But I also know that mentally I'm starting to fall apart again, and that's not healthy for any of us. It's one of those decisions that's just really, really hard for me right now, and maybe I need someone on the outside to make that decision for me. I know that I can't keep on like this indefinitely. I'm going to talk a little to our new doctor about it tomorrow, and hope that I can get a little more direction, something to help me make my mind up. Because I know that if I wean Quinn now, there's no going back again.
As I say every time, I do have new pictures of the boys, and I will try and get them posted in the morning. Garry is planning to take the boys to daycare for me in the morning, so that I can try and catch up a little on missed sleep and have a little time to myself to try and work out things in my head. With any luck, I'll actually manage to remember to post new pictures.
Monday, March 24, 2008
The monthly update
I swear, it seems I can't manage to post an update to here more than once a month or so lately. Life has been insane around here, and I'm lucky to get a bit of downtime, let alone managing to actually do anything!
Latest news from the Morrows -
I have a new job. And a new schedule. I now work for a call center, and for the next 90 days at least I am working 6-2:45, Tuesday through Saturday. One week in, and I still feel good about my decision to switch jobs. I'm making about the same amount of money, with far more opportunity to make more money than I've had before.
Garry is well. Adjusting to being responsible for taking the boys to daycare 4 mornings a week, but doing well. He's heading to Germany at the beginning of May for a week of work, and if I hadn't just started a new job, I would so be going with him! Unfortunately, I can't this time, but hopefully the next time he travels for work I can tag along!
Eamon is two! Yes, TWO! He had his birthday March 17, and was spoiled rotten with presents! It seems that everyone we know gave him a present, and he now has more toys and books and coloring stuff than he knows what to do with. He's growing like a weed still, and mostly happy. We still have some issues with the new schedule, but he's always had difficulty adjusting to changes in his routine. We finally got his hearing tested, after hounding our family doctor about his lack of speech progress, and he failed the hearing test, so it's off to an ENT to get him checked out thoroughly. There is some fluid build-up in his right ear that is likely severely impacting his ability to hear out of that ear, so we're hoping that once we get that taken care of, he will pass a hearing test and we can really begin to work with him on his speech. His appointment is next Tuesday; I'll be working, so Garry will be taking him to that appointment.
Quinn is 5 months old and growing out of his clothes faster than he can wear them. He's his usual happy self and has recently decided that sharing a bed with us doesn't work for him. We pulled the co-sleeper back out and he's much happier in there, so maybe I can finally get some good sleep without being woken up a million times by little feet and hands poking me because he's fidgety. He babbles non-stop and we're slowly starting him on solids, as he's definitely hungry for some "real" food. I'm starting to think that he has seasonal allergies, since he keeps having these episodes of massive congestion every time the weather changes. If he does, he inherited it from daddy!
All in all, life in the Morrow family is pretty good. I'll try and get some recent pictures uploaded and posted so I can show off my little men!
Latest news from the Morrows -
I have a new job. And a new schedule. I now work for a call center, and for the next 90 days at least I am working 6-2:45, Tuesday through Saturday. One week in, and I still feel good about my decision to switch jobs. I'm making about the same amount of money, with far more opportunity to make more money than I've had before.
Garry is well. Adjusting to being responsible for taking the boys to daycare 4 mornings a week, but doing well. He's heading to Germany at the beginning of May for a week of work, and if I hadn't just started a new job, I would so be going with him! Unfortunately, I can't this time, but hopefully the next time he travels for work I can tag along!
Eamon is two! Yes, TWO! He had his birthday March 17, and was spoiled rotten with presents! It seems that everyone we know gave him a present, and he now has more toys and books and coloring stuff than he knows what to do with. He's growing like a weed still, and mostly happy. We still have some issues with the new schedule, but he's always had difficulty adjusting to changes in his routine. We finally got his hearing tested, after hounding our family doctor about his lack of speech progress, and he failed the hearing test, so it's off to an ENT to get him checked out thoroughly. There is some fluid build-up in his right ear that is likely severely impacting his ability to hear out of that ear, so we're hoping that once we get that taken care of, he will pass a hearing test and we can really begin to work with him on his speech. His appointment is next Tuesday; I'll be working, so Garry will be taking him to that appointment.
Quinn is 5 months old and growing out of his clothes faster than he can wear them. He's his usual happy self and has recently decided that sharing a bed with us doesn't work for him. We pulled the co-sleeper back out and he's much happier in there, so maybe I can finally get some good sleep without being woken up a million times by little feet and hands poking me because he's fidgety. He babbles non-stop and we're slowly starting him on solids, as he's definitely hungry for some "real" food. I'm starting to think that he has seasonal allergies, since he keeps having these episodes of massive congestion every time the weather changes. If he does, he inherited it from daddy!
All in all, life in the Morrow family is pretty good. I'll try and get some recent pictures uploaded and posted so I can show off my little men!
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Oops!
So after doing pretty decently with keeping up, I slacked off big time. Oh well, I have a good reason - Quinn's been sick and Eamon's been the world's biggest monster as he really hits the terrible two's.
Speaking of Eamon and the terrible twos... we're going to request a hearing test and developmental testing. I feel strongly that he has a speech delay, and would rather get him into early intervention to head off potential problems down the road, instead of continuing to wait and hope that he will eventually start to talk. He's almost two, and still has a vocabulary of less than 10 words. We use the point and shriek method of communication more often than not, despite Garry and my insistence that he try to *tell* us what he wants. I'm tired of the constant battles and tantrums because he can't express himself effectively, and I'd feel a lot better having him evaluated and possibly referred for therapy. He's smart, and he has great comprehension skills - you can ask him to do just about anything and he'll understand what you're asking and go do it (if he's in the mood!); it just seems like his brain can't figure out how to get his words out. And invariably, that disconnect leads him into frustration and massive tantrums.
Quinn, on the other hand, is little Mr. Never-shuts-up. He babbles constantly, laughs, coos, grunts - he LOVES the sound of his own voice. I don't remember Eamon being nearly this talkative at Quinn's age. It's hilarious to watch; Quinn has two lovies - a stuffed dinosaur that plays lullabies (thanks, Aunt Sherie - he LOVES it!) and a little soft stuffed green zebra/horse thing - and he will sit in his carseat and jabber away at them endlessly. I love listening to and watching him; it's so adorable.
I'm busy planning Eamon's birthday party - I can't believe that he'll be two in less than three weeks! What happened to my baby?! We're going with a Happy Feet party (I think) as that's his current obsession - he's all about Happy Feet! I can't complain too much - he loves the music in the movie, and he's learned quite a bit about dancing just by watching and listening and trying to mimic the foot movements. I wonder if there are any dance classes for 2 year olds here? Might be worth looking into!
We have Quinn's 4 month check up tomorrow, so I'll post again then on how big the little guy is!
Speaking of Eamon and the terrible twos... we're going to request a hearing test and developmental testing. I feel strongly that he has a speech delay, and would rather get him into early intervention to head off potential problems down the road, instead of continuing to wait and hope that he will eventually start to talk. He's almost two, and still has a vocabulary of less than 10 words. We use the point and shriek method of communication more often than not, despite Garry and my insistence that he try to *tell* us what he wants. I'm tired of the constant battles and tantrums because he can't express himself effectively, and I'd feel a lot better having him evaluated and possibly referred for therapy. He's smart, and he has great comprehension skills - you can ask him to do just about anything and he'll understand what you're asking and go do it (if he's in the mood!); it just seems like his brain can't figure out how to get his words out. And invariably, that disconnect leads him into frustration and massive tantrums.
Quinn, on the other hand, is little Mr. Never-shuts-up. He babbles constantly, laughs, coos, grunts - he LOVES the sound of his own voice. I don't remember Eamon being nearly this talkative at Quinn's age. It's hilarious to watch; Quinn has two lovies - a stuffed dinosaur that plays lullabies (thanks, Aunt Sherie - he LOVES it!) and a little soft stuffed green zebra/horse thing - and he will sit in his carseat and jabber away at them endlessly. I love listening to and watching him; it's so adorable.
I'm busy planning Eamon's birthday party - I can't believe that he'll be two in less than three weeks! What happened to my baby?! We're going with a Happy Feet party (I think) as that's his current obsession - he's all about Happy Feet! I can't complain too much - he loves the music in the movie, and he's learned quite a bit about dancing just by watching and listening and trying to mimic the foot movements. I wonder if there are any dance classes for 2 year olds here? Might be worth looking into!
We have Quinn's 4 month check up tomorrow, so I'll post again then on how big the little guy is!
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Sickies
Well, I'm taking the boys into the doctor tomorrow afternoon. Eamon has been pulling on his ears and running a low grade temp, and Quinn STILL has his cold from before Christmas. Poor guys have been pretty much sick all winter.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Why does it insist on being cold and miserable when I have to leave the house?
It’s a cold, wet day outside today. We woke up at 4:30 this morning to the sound of hail hitting the windows and pouring rain. It’s supposed to be rainy, cold, freezing rain, sleet, and snow, with of course the requisite Kansas wind, all day today. Good day to stay home, watch movies, drink hot chocolate, and snuggle, but unfortunately, it’s also a work day. Boo for having to drag myself from my nice warm bed and the boys from the house and take them to daycare.
Eamon was up for a while in the middle of the night. He apparently had a nightmare, and once Garry had him calmed down, he decided it was time to get up for the day. Um, yeah, not happening! We heard him playing for a while after Garry put him back to bed, and then this morning when I went to get him ready for daycare, he was sound asleep and did NOT want to wake up at all. Stinker. And after being remarkably cooperative this morning about getting dressed, he suddenly, just as we were getting ready to leave the house, plopped down on the floor and started yelling “shoe! No shoe!” and trying to take his shoes off. Turns out he didn’t want to wear his sneakers; he wanted to wear his sandals. Extra socks were taken to daycare today. At least he wore his sweatshirt and coat.
Quinn is STILL sick. I’m calling his pediatrician today to see what they say. The doctor at the Immediate Care said a week ago that his ears were clear and he just had a cold, but he’s been sick since before Christmas and now the congestion is getting worse and making him spit up and gag, and sleep – well, forget it most of the time! He’s having trouble nursing and drinking from a bottle, and I’m seriously just over him being sick. So I’ll call the pedi and see what they recommend; we’ve already done the vaporizer/steam/Vicks/saline drops/nose aspirator and it’s doing absolutely NOTHING for him! Other than that, he’s just my little smiley boy, almost always happy, just Mr Easygoing. He’s growing fast; he’s 3.5 months old and I can’t wait to get him weighed again to see how big he is now. He seems like a total little chunk to me, but then, any chub makes him seem like a chunk considering that he was only 6 lbs at birth.
A few more recent pictures of the boys!
Big smiles!
"Make it WORK!!!"
"Sing, dammit, sing!" (in Eamon's voice)
And an older picture of Eamon enjoying his first blizzard!
Eamon was up for a while in the middle of the night. He apparently had a nightmare, and once Garry had him calmed down, he decided it was time to get up for the day. Um, yeah, not happening! We heard him playing for a while after Garry put him back to bed, and then this morning when I went to get him ready for daycare, he was sound asleep and did NOT want to wake up at all. Stinker. And after being remarkably cooperative this morning about getting dressed, he suddenly, just as we were getting ready to leave the house, plopped down on the floor and started yelling “shoe! No shoe!” and trying to take his shoes off. Turns out he didn’t want to wear his sneakers; he wanted to wear his sandals. Extra socks were taken to daycare today. At least he wore his sweatshirt and coat.
Quinn is STILL sick. I’m calling his pediatrician today to see what they say. The doctor at the Immediate Care said a week ago that his ears were clear and he just had a cold, but he’s been sick since before Christmas and now the congestion is getting worse and making him spit up and gag, and sleep – well, forget it most of the time! He’s having trouble nursing and drinking from a bottle, and I’m seriously just over him being sick. So I’ll call the pedi and see what they recommend; we’ve already done the vaporizer/steam/Vicks/saline drops/nose aspirator and it’s doing absolutely NOTHING for him! Other than that, he’s just my little smiley boy, almost always happy, just Mr Easygoing. He’s growing fast; he’s 3.5 months old and I can’t wait to get him weighed again to see how big he is now. He seems like a total little chunk to me, but then, any chub makes him seem like a chunk considering that he was only 6 lbs at birth.
A few more recent pictures of the boys!
Big smiles!
"Make it WORK!!!"
"Sing, dammit, sing!" (in Eamon's voice)
And an older picture of Eamon enjoying his first blizzard!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Random update
It’s snowing here. It’s freaking snowing! Yesterday it was sunny and almost 70 degrees out. Today, it’s freezing cold, windy, and SNOWING! This weather is going to kill me. It needs to decide what it’s going to do and STICK TO IT for more than a day or two at a time!
I blame the weather for both boys being sick. Eamon has an ear infection, Quinn STILL has his cold from Christmas. I hate having sick kids. I hate when they’re crying because they don’t feel well and can’t understand why. And Garry’s getting sick as well. He’s had a cough for the last few days and keeps saying that he’s cold, when it’s actually bordering on hot in the house. I’m sure I’m next, but really hoping that for once I won’t catch what everyone else has.
Latest news on the boys…
Eamon is 29 lbs now, getting to be a BIG boy. He learned the word squirrel yesterday, along with where squirrels live (in the big oak tree in the front yard). He’s starting to really use words to express himself, but with those words are coming some very strong opinions! The other night I was giving him his bath, and he yelled for Da-ee because Mommy wasn’t doing it right apparently. He is still obsessed with Happy Feet; he will stomp his feet (doing the dance) and yell feeeeee until you put the movie on for him, and then he’s content. We’re still dealing with the bottle obsession with him, but it’s slowly getting better; he’s coming to understand that Quinn has bottles because Quinn’s a baby, and Eamon’s a big boy, so he gets to drink out of big people cups... which means that he doesn’t want to drink out of bottles as much. He’s also starting to do things like put his own shoes on, or attempt to at least, and is becoming very opinionated about what outfits he wears and when. Last night, he informed Garry very seriously that he wears a sleeper to bed, not a t-shirt. It’s amazing to see how much he’s growing up and blossoming.
And Quinn – Quinn is my chunk. Quinn weighed in at a whopping 13 lbs 4 oz yesterday at the doctors, up 2 full lbs from his 2 month weight. He’s rapidly outgrowing his clothes and it’s a scramble to keep up with him. He’s determined to learn how to stand up before anything else, although he’s working on getting the rolling over skills down pat. We pulled out the Jumperoo for him on Sunday, and he was ecstatic! 45 minutes later he decided he was tired and wanted boob and then a nap. He loves it when the music and lights are playing, and gets quite upset when they stop and he can’t make them start again. He smiles, coos, laughs, and is almost always happy; it’s amazing to me how a baby can be so content and laid back! We’re starting to teethe a bit; lots of drool, lots of hand sucking/chewing, but luckily so far not a lot of crankiness. If he follows Eamon’s lead, he’ll be 6 months before we see a tooth! He’s starting to watch us when we eat, and looking a little interested in the idea of food, although he’s not quite ready yet to start trying anything.
I thought I might post a couple of pictures of the boys. These are from a month ago; I have more recent pictures on the camera that still need to be uploaded, which I’ll work on this week.
Eamon:
Quinn:
Brothers:
I blame the weather for both boys being sick. Eamon has an ear infection, Quinn STILL has his cold from Christmas. I hate having sick kids. I hate when they’re crying because they don’t feel well and can’t understand why. And Garry’s getting sick as well. He’s had a cough for the last few days and keeps saying that he’s cold, when it’s actually bordering on hot in the house. I’m sure I’m next, but really hoping that for once I won’t catch what everyone else has.
Latest news on the boys…
Eamon is 29 lbs now, getting to be a BIG boy. He learned the word squirrel yesterday, along with where squirrels live (in the big oak tree in the front yard). He’s starting to really use words to express himself, but with those words are coming some very strong opinions! The other night I was giving him his bath, and he yelled for Da-ee because Mommy wasn’t doing it right apparently. He is still obsessed with Happy Feet; he will stomp his feet (doing the dance) and yell feeeeee until you put the movie on for him, and then he’s content. We’re still dealing with the bottle obsession with him, but it’s slowly getting better; he’s coming to understand that Quinn has bottles because Quinn’s a baby, and Eamon’s a big boy, so he gets to drink out of big people cups... which means that he doesn’t want to drink out of bottles as much. He’s also starting to do things like put his own shoes on, or attempt to at least, and is becoming very opinionated about what outfits he wears and when. Last night, he informed Garry very seriously that he wears a sleeper to bed, not a t-shirt. It’s amazing to see how much he’s growing up and blossoming.
And Quinn – Quinn is my chunk. Quinn weighed in at a whopping 13 lbs 4 oz yesterday at the doctors, up 2 full lbs from his 2 month weight. He’s rapidly outgrowing his clothes and it’s a scramble to keep up with him. He’s determined to learn how to stand up before anything else, although he’s working on getting the rolling over skills down pat. We pulled out the Jumperoo for him on Sunday, and he was ecstatic! 45 minutes later he decided he was tired and wanted boob and then a nap. He loves it when the music and lights are playing, and gets quite upset when they stop and he can’t make them start again. He smiles, coos, laughs, and is almost always happy; it’s amazing to me how a baby can be so content and laid back! We’re starting to teethe a bit; lots of drool, lots of hand sucking/chewing, but luckily so far not a lot of crankiness. If he follows Eamon’s lead, he’ll be 6 months before we see a tooth! He’s starting to watch us when we eat, and looking a little interested in the idea of food, although he’s not quite ready yet to start trying anything.
I thought I might post a couple of pictures of the boys. These are from a month ago; I have more recent pictures on the camera that still need to be uploaded, which I’ll work on this week.
Eamon:
Quinn:
Brothers:
Anger, hate, and violence...
I’m sad.
I listened to NPR yesterday on my way to work, and they talked about Kenya. Specifically, about Naivasha. My childhood hometown. It’s bad there, worse than it’s been in years. It sounds like it’s a return to the days of Mau Mau, only the violence is between the Kikuyu and the Luo/Kalenjin/Luhya – everyone else, pretty much. People are being hacked to death with pangas, shot with bows and arrows, burned alive. My happy dusty little hometown is now a warzone. It’s sad, and it’s depressing, because it’s changed so much. During the ethnic violence nearly 20 years ago, Naivasha was where people ran TO for safety, not away from. Naivasha was stable then, or so it seemed to me, but I’m sure it was pretty safe, because I can only remember a couple of incidents of ethnic violence, and we still went into town as though there wasn’t too much to worry about. Today… well, today I’m sure we would have evacuated. I need to talk to Maggie and see if she’s heard any news, and I need to email Gio and check on him and his family, and see what his perspective is.
I can only pray that everyone that I knew there is alright. I can only pray for Rosemary and her children; for Maggie’s brothers and sisters and their families; for Nduta, George, Lily and the Major; for the friends we left behind when we moved to the United States.
I’m not a romantic blinded by idealism and fantasy. Kenya is, and always has been, a melting pot ready to blow with the right provocation. The Brits did a good job of creating the perfect conditions for a violent explosion in Kenya, just as they did elsewhere in Africa – as they did elsewhere in the world. They ignored tribal boundaries established over years; brushed aside traditions as primitive; took away the external manifestations of cultural identity. Anger is handed down from generation to generation, in oral tradition, in simple teachings, and when the right fuse is finally lit, the institutional anger is sparked and explodes. This, from what I can tell from the news reports, is what has finally happened in Kenya. The match that lit the fuse, the final straw, was yet another flawed election, the balance of power politically unchanged, leaving so many feeling disenfranchised. Those first few acts of violence, the first few killings, have been avenged, and revenged, and the cycle goes on and on, leaving a country in ruins. Even if the politicians get involved, it’s too little, too late; too much blood has been shed, too many words of hate said, too much for everyone to forgive, let alone forget.
I’m sad.
I listened to NPR yesterday on my way to work, and they talked about Kenya. Specifically, about Naivasha. My childhood hometown. It’s bad there, worse than it’s been in years. It sounds like it’s a return to the days of Mau Mau, only the violence is between the Kikuyu and the Luo/Kalenjin/Luhya – everyone else, pretty much. People are being hacked to death with pangas, shot with bows and arrows, burned alive. My happy dusty little hometown is now a warzone. It’s sad, and it’s depressing, because it’s changed so much. During the ethnic violence nearly 20 years ago, Naivasha was where people ran TO for safety, not away from. Naivasha was stable then, or so it seemed to me, but I’m sure it was pretty safe, because I can only remember a couple of incidents of ethnic violence, and we still went into town as though there wasn’t too much to worry about. Today… well, today I’m sure we would have evacuated. I need to talk to Maggie and see if she’s heard any news, and I need to email Gio and check on him and his family, and see what his perspective is.
I can only pray that everyone that I knew there is alright. I can only pray for Rosemary and her children; for Maggie’s brothers and sisters and their families; for Nduta, George, Lily and the Major; for the friends we left behind when we moved to the United States.
I’m not a romantic blinded by idealism and fantasy. Kenya is, and always has been, a melting pot ready to blow with the right provocation. The Brits did a good job of creating the perfect conditions for a violent explosion in Kenya, just as they did elsewhere in Africa – as they did elsewhere in the world. They ignored tribal boundaries established over years; brushed aside traditions as primitive; took away the external manifestations of cultural identity. Anger is handed down from generation to generation, in oral tradition, in simple teachings, and when the right fuse is finally lit, the institutional anger is sparked and explodes. This, from what I can tell from the news reports, is what has finally happened in Kenya. The match that lit the fuse, the final straw, was yet another flawed election, the balance of power politically unchanged, leaving so many feeling disenfranchised. Those first few acts of violence, the first few killings, have been avenged, and revenged, and the cycle goes on and on, leaving a country in ruins. Even if the politicians get involved, it’s too little, too late; too much blood has been shed, too many words of hate said, too much for everyone to forgive, let alone forget.
I’m sad.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Time Flies
It's Thursday already. Thank God. It's been an insane week already. God save me from my holy terror of a toddler.
Details later.
Details later.
Friday, January 18, 2008
TGIF!
It's Friday! Thank God! I'm so ready for the weekend that it's not even funny. And the best part of this weekend is - it's a 3 day weekend! Although not for Garry; he has to work tomorrow doing an orientation. Sucks.
Scooter is really having a difficult time with sleep these days. He's not napping well at daycare, not sleeping well at night, waking up screaming and hysterical. Again, I think it's related to my return to full-time work, and I'm concerned because he's not getting any better with the adjustment. It's been close to 3 weeks since I went back to work, and we're still battling the anxiety and sleep issues, and still seeing aggression directed at me on occasion. Hopefully it will improve soon.
Speaking of work, I think I going to approach my boss next week sometime about possibly going part-time. I think it would be best for my family, and if I can work something out to be part-time here, while I'm not thrilled with the idea, it's less adjustment for the entire family at this point if I just stay here. Plus, the money is good ;-) I'm also going to post my resume on Careerbuilder, just to see what might come out of that. Who knows? I might get lucky with the perfect job.
And school... I need to get my butt in gear and get application materials for all three schools here in town. I need to get transcripts and all that jazz taken care of, so I can finally finish this stupid degree that I've got so much time invested in. Hopefully it won't take me too long, especially if I can manage to pull off full-time school. I'm desperate to finally be done and be able to say yep, I've got a degree! Of course, then I'll probably just jump into grad school.
I'm having baby fever again already. I told Garry and he looked at me like I was completely insane. I'm not sure that I'm not insane; when I'm being rational about the idea, I KNOW there's no way I can handle 3 under 3, let alone afford it. But it's hard to be rational sometimes, when I talk to friends who are pregnant and start missing being pregnant. I can admit it - I absolutely LOVE being pregnant. I complain about it when I am, but I do love it. I love my body when I'm pregnant, I love feeling movement, love just knowing that there's a little person growing inside me. I know, I'm nuts.
Scooter is really having a difficult time with sleep these days. He's not napping well at daycare, not sleeping well at night, waking up screaming and hysterical. Again, I think it's related to my return to full-time work, and I'm concerned because he's not getting any better with the adjustment. It's been close to 3 weeks since I went back to work, and we're still battling the anxiety and sleep issues, and still seeing aggression directed at me on occasion. Hopefully it will improve soon.
Speaking of work, I think I going to approach my boss next week sometime about possibly going part-time. I think it would be best for my family, and if I can work something out to be part-time here, while I'm not thrilled with the idea, it's less adjustment for the entire family at this point if I just stay here. Plus, the money is good ;-) I'm also going to post my resume on Careerbuilder, just to see what might come out of that. Who knows? I might get lucky with the perfect job.
And school... I need to get my butt in gear and get application materials for all three schools here in town. I need to get transcripts and all that jazz taken care of, so I can finally finish this stupid degree that I've got so much time invested in. Hopefully it won't take me too long, especially if I can manage to pull off full-time school. I'm desperate to finally be done and be able to say yep, I've got a degree! Of course, then I'll probably just jump into grad school.
I'm having baby fever again already. I told Garry and he looked at me like I was completely insane. I'm not sure that I'm not insane; when I'm being rational about the idea, I KNOW there's no way I can handle 3 under 3, let alone afford it. But it's hard to be rational sometimes, when I talk to friends who are pregnant and start missing being pregnant. I can admit it - I absolutely LOVE being pregnant. I complain about it when I am, but I do love it. I love my body when I'm pregnant, I love feeling movement, love just knowing that there's a little person growing inside me. I know, I'm nuts.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Only Tuesday?
It's only Tuesday. I'm dying for Friday and the weekend. I'm not sure why this week is dragging by so incredibly slowly, but it is. I'm watching the clock at work, and staring at the calendar hoping that magically the day will change and it will be Friday at 4 with only an hour left to work.
I learned a valuable lesson today. When breastfeeding, do not, ever, under any circumstances, leave the house for work when wearing a white sweater without putting breast pads into your bra. Especially not when your baby is going through a growth spurt and is not around to nurse for hours on end. Because if you forget this, you will find yourself suddenly looking like you belong in a wet t-shirt contest and your entire office will know that you're wearing a pink bra with white polka dots. Yep, not fun. I thank God that I had a sweater in the car that I could throw on over my shirt, because when this happened I still had 2 hours left at work.
Drama, drama, and more drama in the mommy world in Wichita. A local site I belong to is in the middle of a battle over whether to require members to start paying dues to support the website. One camp believes that it's only fair to pay dues, and the other side isn't sure it's really worth paying for. Personally, I'm of the opinion that if there were more activities that I could actually participate in (i.e. this wasn't basically a SAHM group with little room for anyone who actually has to work outside the home during the day), then I might be more inclined to pay dues. As it stands, I'm not entirely sure that it's really worth it to me. There's something just a little frustrating about having to pay for the privilege of watching other people have playgroups for their kids, with NO activities planned around the schedule of a mother who actually works. So, we'll see what happens and whether I decide to stay a member of the group. I'm not sure yet.
20 minutes and the work day is over. Of course, tomorrow is going to be sheer hell - high of 32, sustained winds of 20-40 mph, wind chill at or below 0, blowing snow to the point of blizzard. Yay. How the hell am I going to get the boys from the house the van and then the van to daycare without turning all of us into popsicles? I'm dreading tomorrow morning.
I learned a valuable lesson today. When breastfeeding, do not, ever, under any circumstances, leave the house for work when wearing a white sweater without putting breast pads into your bra. Especially not when your baby is going through a growth spurt and is not around to nurse for hours on end. Because if you forget this, you will find yourself suddenly looking like you belong in a wet t-shirt contest and your entire office will know that you're wearing a pink bra with white polka dots. Yep, not fun. I thank God that I had a sweater in the car that I could throw on over my shirt, because when this happened I still had 2 hours left at work.
Drama, drama, and more drama in the mommy world in Wichita. A local site I belong to is in the middle of a battle over whether to require members to start paying dues to support the website. One camp believes that it's only fair to pay dues, and the other side isn't sure it's really worth paying for. Personally, I'm of the opinion that if there were more activities that I could actually participate in (i.e. this wasn't basically a SAHM group with little room for anyone who actually has to work outside the home during the day), then I might be more inclined to pay dues. As it stands, I'm not entirely sure that it's really worth it to me. There's something just a little frustrating about having to pay for the privilege of watching other people have playgroups for their kids, with NO activities planned around the schedule of a mother who actually works. So, we'll see what happens and whether I decide to stay a member of the group. I'm not sure yet.
20 minutes and the work day is over. Of course, tomorrow is going to be sheer hell - high of 32, sustained winds of 20-40 mph, wind chill at or below 0, blowing snow to the point of blizzard. Yay. How the hell am I going to get the boys from the house the van and then the van to daycare without turning all of us into popsicles? I'm dreading tomorrow morning.
Friday, January 4, 2008
I did it again!
Oops, I managed to forget to update the blog yet again. I really need to put a sticky note up somewhere to remind me to update more often. I’ve had so many people ask me about news and more pictures of the boys, so I suppose I should at least post the latest news and then do the pictures tonight when I’ve had a chance to sort through the many hundreds that we’ve taken in the last couple of months. It’s amazing how fast time goes.
I’m back at work again. I started back on Wednesday, and it’s been a struggle for me. I cried the entire way to work on Wednesday after dropping the boys off, and while I haven’t done that again, it’s been incredibly difficult for me to drop them off in the morning knowing that I won’t see them for almost 10 hours. It would probably be different if I had a job I enjoyed more; I might actually be happier about going back to work. But as it stands right now, I hate it and I’m miserable away from my boys all day. We’re working on finding a solution that works for our family and our budget. Hopefully it won’t take too long to figure out.
My return to work has also been hard on the boys. Scooter is having sleep issues – refusing to nap at daycare, waking up and crying hysterically for hours in the middle of the night – and will burst into tears at the simple thought that I might be going somewhere without him. He’s so much more clingy in the last couple of days. I’m hoping that he’ll start doing better once he’s into a routine, but it breaks my heart when he’s crying for me when I leave him at daycare, even though I know that the minute I’m gone he’s happy as a clam and that he’s in the best hands possible. Quin outwardly seems fine, although he’s definitely happier when I’m home and nursing him! He’s my little boobie monster when I’m home. He’s also decided that the only place he’s willing to sleep is right in between Garry and I or in his swing.
Scooter had a ton of fun Christmas morning, ripping open presents. It took him about 15 minutes to figure out there were presents under the tree, but once he noticed – there was no stopping him! We had paper flying around the room. We took him driving around to look at Christmas lights and he was totally in awe of some of the houses we saw. And we tried visiting Santa – all was well until saw the person dressed up like Rudolph; he promptly screamed and climbed my leg. We managed to get a picture of Santa; I’ll scan it into the computer and post it soon. He’s also talking more and more, not just increasing his vocabulary but actually saying phrases and sentences. His enunciation could use a little work, but if you listen to him, you can actually understand him. It’s a nice change from the point and shriek routine we’ve had for a while. He’s also decided that he’s too big to sit in his high chair, and will only sit in a “big person” chair, not even a booster seat. It’s kind of cute, but irritating when he’s up and down a million times during dinner and you have to remind him that he needs to come eat his food before it gets cold.
Quin is growing so fast it almost breaks my heart. He’s somewhere around 12 lbs now, double his birth weight, and such a happy, easygoing little guy. He’s determined to follow his big brother’s example and learn how to scoot and sit early, and already is starting to watch our every move at the dinner table. He smiles, coos, and is generally just so content! I’ve christened him the Owl because when he “talks” it sounds like a baby owl hooting. His head control is surprisingly good for a 10.5 week old, and we’re probably going to start using the Bumbo chair before too much longer so he can join us at the dinner table.
Garry’s well, and as supportive of me as ever. He’s told me that I can quit immediately if that’s what I need to do, even though it will put us in a pretty tight place financially. He picks the boys up from daycare and gets dinner started, and has been getting up and keeping me company when Quin wakes up in the middle of night to nurse. He’s a wonderful father, wonderful husband, and I’m blessed to have him (something I remind myself of when I’m crabby and feeling overwhelmed and not happy with anyone!).
This got to be a little longer than I was expecting it to be, so I suppose I should wrap it up. I’ll post pictures tonight or tomorrow sometime, just as soon as I make my way through all of them to pick the best of the bunch!
I’m back at work again. I started back on Wednesday, and it’s been a struggle for me. I cried the entire way to work on Wednesday after dropping the boys off, and while I haven’t done that again, it’s been incredibly difficult for me to drop them off in the morning knowing that I won’t see them for almost 10 hours. It would probably be different if I had a job I enjoyed more; I might actually be happier about going back to work. But as it stands right now, I hate it and I’m miserable away from my boys all day. We’re working on finding a solution that works for our family and our budget. Hopefully it won’t take too long to figure out.
My return to work has also been hard on the boys. Scooter is having sleep issues – refusing to nap at daycare, waking up and crying hysterically for hours in the middle of the night – and will burst into tears at the simple thought that I might be going somewhere without him. He’s so much more clingy in the last couple of days. I’m hoping that he’ll start doing better once he’s into a routine, but it breaks my heart when he’s crying for me when I leave him at daycare, even though I know that the minute I’m gone he’s happy as a clam and that he’s in the best hands possible. Quin outwardly seems fine, although he’s definitely happier when I’m home and nursing him! He’s my little boobie monster when I’m home. He’s also decided that the only place he’s willing to sleep is right in between Garry and I or in his swing.
Scooter had a ton of fun Christmas morning, ripping open presents. It took him about 15 minutes to figure out there were presents under the tree, but once he noticed – there was no stopping him! We had paper flying around the room. We took him driving around to look at Christmas lights and he was totally in awe of some of the houses we saw. And we tried visiting Santa – all was well until saw the person dressed up like Rudolph; he promptly screamed and climbed my leg. We managed to get a picture of Santa; I’ll scan it into the computer and post it soon. He’s also talking more and more, not just increasing his vocabulary but actually saying phrases and sentences. His enunciation could use a little work, but if you listen to him, you can actually understand him. It’s a nice change from the point and shriek routine we’ve had for a while. He’s also decided that he’s too big to sit in his high chair, and will only sit in a “big person” chair, not even a booster seat. It’s kind of cute, but irritating when he’s up and down a million times during dinner and you have to remind him that he needs to come eat his food before it gets cold.
Quin is growing so fast it almost breaks my heart. He’s somewhere around 12 lbs now, double his birth weight, and such a happy, easygoing little guy. He’s determined to follow his big brother’s example and learn how to scoot and sit early, and already is starting to watch our every move at the dinner table. He smiles, coos, and is generally just so content! I’ve christened him the Owl because when he “talks” it sounds like a baby owl hooting. His head control is surprisingly good for a 10.5 week old, and we’re probably going to start using the Bumbo chair before too much longer so he can join us at the dinner table.
Garry’s well, and as supportive of me as ever. He’s told me that I can quit immediately if that’s what I need to do, even though it will put us in a pretty tight place financially. He picks the boys up from daycare and gets dinner started, and has been getting up and keeping me company when Quin wakes up in the middle of night to nurse. He’s a wonderful father, wonderful husband, and I’m blessed to have him (something I remind myself of when I’m crabby and feeling overwhelmed and not happy with anyone!).
This got to be a little longer than I was expecting it to be, so I suppose I should wrap it up. I’ll post pictures tonight or tomorrow sometime, just as soon as I make my way through all of them to pick the best of the bunch!
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