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!
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