After hoping, and praying, and second guessing, and worrying.. here we are again. Slightly different than last time, but also so much the same.
Am I experiencing symptoms so much earlier this time? Or am I just aware of what they are so I notice them earlier? Or am I just imagining them because I know what's to come? It's a weird mind game.
Let me apologize for holding this in for so long. It was never my intention... I just kept forgetting to tell people?
Maybe it's because I spend my days chasing around E that I'm too busy to think about anything else. Maybe it's because I've been so sick that even sleeping requires effort. (More on that later).
Hey Caitlin, how are you doing?
Oh great! I was driving home today, and it was only 92 outside according to my car, although it was at least 10 degrees warmer inside since the steering wheel was burning the skin off my hands. AC was on blast, and the windows were all down so I'd get the breeze. Felt nice.. right until something hit me on the side of my neck!
It's no secret that we love our daycare, and E especially loves it there. He learns new things all the time, and it's amazing. One weekend we noticed he had started bringing books over to us and then immediately sitting down on the ground and crossing his ankles like he's trying to sit cross legged. It's the cutest thing ever, and we definitely have circle time to thank for it.
Oh so much.
Life is busy, I'm tired, I've got things on my mind that make me worry a lot, and what I need is a nice long vacation to get away from it all! Luckily I won't need to wait too long, but that also means I need to add packing to my ever growing list... which kind of cancels out the fun of a vacation.
More and more, our days are made up of tiny moments strung together to make up our days. Individually they aren't much more than a quick story, but together they give you a window into E's personality and our life.
Daycare
When I picked him up from daycare the other day, a teacher I hadn't seen was in the room with him. I could tell she was smitten with E, and trying to put it in words. "He's such a big kid, stuck in such a little body! It's like he's miniature!" Yes, he's definitely miniature, this one.. but not in the personality!
Perhaps you've met our cat, Maia. If so, you probably have opinions about her. Especially depending on how much of a cat person you are.
If you're not really a cat person, you might be a bit afraid of her. She always seems to show up in random places that may startle you - behind your head, watching you sleeping, jumping out at you in the dark. She may have even swiped at you, scratched you, or tried to bite you. (In which case, I'm very sorry!)
It's been a long, fun week. We're all exhausted in that, I can't play for a second longer, summer fun type of way. We've had my sister and niece here for a few days, and it was amazing. They mesh so well with our family they could probably move in and no one would skip a beat. We stay up late talking, and watching TV, and E is never happier than when he has them to play with - especially his cousin, whom he loves to stare at. Obsessed. One day we'll teach him not to awkwardly stare, but for now he just cranes his neck to follow her all through the house.
E loves strawberries. He'll eat them for every meal, and never turns them down. He might like them more than watermelon even.
I like strawberries, but I love strawberry shortcake. I made some recently because I was craving it, and gave E a little bit, but mostly just strawberries. We'd long since finished off the biscuits and whipped cream when I decided I wanted more. I could bake some more biscuits and send Tom to the store.. or we could head to Parlee Farms and get it at the source!
I knew I was in trouble the minute I walked in the room. E had a fire truck with a working ladder and was completely enthralled with moving it up and down. I knew I had no chance of getting it out of his hands and getting him out of the room without a meltdown. Normally I'm super thankful that E loves school so much, but I do miss the days when he used to run into my arms with a smile at pickup. Instead, I dealt with a meltdown as predicted and tried not to take it personally.
He's been a little cranky lately. A little off. Quick to whine or get upset, waking up more at night, crying in his sleep. We're not sure why.. growing pains, being a toddler, getting sick...eventually he'll actually be teething one of these times.
Tom and I have long been a fan of Ikea. It's one of our favorite places to visit together - weird I know. Instead of stressing us out, it makes us excited with possibilities. It helps that our mammoth of a car Penny fits almost everything we could possibly want fairly easily. We don't get there often, so by the time we do, we'll have a years worth of ideas and projects and things we want to get while we're there.
Now that E's getting a bit older, he can play games with us. It's the cutest thing ever. Games that I would consider boring, monotonous, obnoxious, are suddenly fun when watching E experience them and light up at how much fun he's having. There's not much I won't do for this smush... and that includes playing the following games (over and over again).
When I walked into the room, E was crawling under a crib and quickly disappeared from sight. I laughed and gave a questioning look to his teacher. "Oh he lost his purple ball under there. He'll be back!" And sure enough, he emerged from under the crib holding the ball in his hand. He laughed, threw it across the room, and then continued to chase after it.
It was Friday, thankfully. The end to a long week. E had a great day - better than I'd had, and I listened as his teacher recapped it. A long nap, a skipped bottle, drinking from the sippy cup. All good things! I gathered up his stuff and tried to convince him to leave. Since all his friends were there, it wasn't easy, and he was whining as I tried to balance him and all of his stuff in my arms.
I don't worry too much about E.
I know that he will have struggles in his life, ups and down, things to get through. But he's got a pretty awesome dad to look up to, and who will hopefully show him what it really means to be a man, and it's nothing to do with how tough you are, or how sharply you dress, and everything to do with how you treat people.
I’ve been ignoring it, but I’m not sure I can anymore.
We have a walker.
E’s been taking steps for a while now. Since before his birthday. One, two.. occasionally 4. Not very frequently though. Maybe once a day? He’d do it to prove he could, and then move on. Crawling was faster, and he didn’t seem interested. We could never make him do it.. it would just randomly happen.