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!

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.

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!