Spring is in the process of springing, which means I'm getting more energy to do things I love, and I keep forgetting: hey, that includes writing. So here I am again, trying to get back into the swing of things.
It's been a busy and sickness-filled winter, including a delightful bout of norovirus. Nothing can prepare you for your kid's first major stomach bug. The vomiting wasn't that bad, but at a certain point we were changing diapers every 20 minutes. It was horrific. Even when Sam was a newborn we weren't changing diapers that frequently. The diaper rash was out of control, and every change ended with a screaming, trembling baby and usually a tearful, trembling parent. Or two, since one of us would have to hold him down while the other one cleaned up. We finally solved the issue with a mixture of Dessitin and 1% hydrocortisone cream. I've always used my preshus organic products on my preshus baybee's skin, but it was time to call in the big guns.
Now we're just hanging out in the land of Endless Snotty Nose, and let me tell you, it is an enchanting land full of many wonders, such as the Mountains of Don't Dare Wear A Shirt You Don't Want Snotted Up and the lovely Bay of Oh My God, He Just Snotted Up the Cat, not to mention my favorite, the charming meadows of Snot-Encrusted Teddy Bears. Estimated time of departure? Oh, about three years.
Sam's been starting to get more words, though, which is a fascinating process. Right now he has mama, dada, kitty, hot, there, hi, yeehaw, and possibly a few others. We've heard him say up, out and bear, but he hasn't repeated them. He can point out all sorts of animals and objects in his books, and if you start singing a song, he'll run to get the appropriate book (Puff the Magic Dragon, Baby Beluga, I Know an Old Lady, and Wheels on the Bus). He dances. He bangs on his drum. He fetches his stuffed kitty on command. He climbs up on his highchair when he's hungry (although one day I'm not going to get there in time and he's going to pull the whole thing over on himself and crack his head, I'm sure). He picks out what stories he wants at night (he gets up to 3). He helps me weed and pick up pine needles in the garden. He's really starting to develop his own unique personality, and his dad and I are just so excited to be along for the ride.
it's so sad to hear about his poor little bummy. however, desitin is the awesomeness when it gets to that point.
how exciting to see how much he has changed in a little more than a year!
Posted by: Janette | March 17, 2009 at 04:26 PM
Love the 3rd paragraph--too freaking cute!
Posted by: Judith | March 17, 2009 at 09:56 PM