Last weekend, Dexter had a fever that crept up to a scary 103.8. Luckily we were able to manage it with medicine and tepid baths, but I won’t lie. It really was scary. It only lasted about 48 hours. This weekend, it’s been Theo’s turn. He has had the exact same symptoms and hopefully is on the mend now. Thank goodness for a best friend who is an ER nurse with peds experience. She has saved me a trip to the ER more than once.
We finally got a tile saw so Ryan’s dad has been working on the boys’ bathtub. I need to get over to the house and take some pictures. I also painted a wall red in our bedroom. I’m not loving it yet, but I think it will look a lot better once we get some furniture and curtains in there. It took so many coats that I dread the day I have to cover it up. The biggest hold up right now is… us. We’ve yet to figure out our flooring.
We were thinking about having carpet in the bedrooms. Initially, because we thought it would be cheaper and because it would go down fast. Upon doing some research, we learned that it’s not cheaper. Faster yes. Cheaper no. So no we’re going back and forth between whether we wanted carpet because it would be nice for variety or if we only wanted it because we thought it would be cheaper and faster. Sure, it feels nice under your feet. But after having a house with all hardwood floors (with a puking baby and puking cats present), we know how nice it is to clean up a mess with a clorox wipe and be done with it. I have no interest in finding dried chunks of cat puke on the carpet when I get home from work. Kids puke. Potty training kids pee and poop. I think we are leaning towards having hard floors throughout the house.
Everyone wants to know when we think we are going to move in. We. Don’t. Know. I wish we did. All I can say is … as soon as possible. As soon as reasonable. We have to get the boys’ bathtub finished and we have to get some flooring down throughout the home. We can do the kitchen after we get moved in.
Week two of work is under way. Still loving it and appreciating that I made the change, even if the timing was not optimal.
I think it is safe to mention it here – I am going to be an AUNTIE again! My sister is over halfway through her pregnancy and we should know if I’ll be having a niece or nephew within the next few days. This is exciting news!
I will get some new pictures of the house up very soon.
I had a little over two weeks off between jobs but this past Monday, it was back to work. Truthfully, I didn’t mind. I was kinda tired of wearing the same three pairs of gym shorts and tank tops, spending my days painting and picking out ceiling fans. It was a nice change to blow dry my hair, put on make-up, and wear real people clothes when Monday rolled around.
So far? I LOVE this new place. Granted, I haven’t even remotely started doing my actual job yet. There will be lots of training and learning before I will feel just a little bit comfortable holding the reins. But this is a great company, with great benefits. The people are friendly and welcoming and I already feel right at home. I can’t tell you what a relief all of this is during such a crazy time in my life. I’ve met some new faces and had the pleasure of seeing some familiar ones from previous work with the agency. I can’t tell you how happy I am.
It’s weird – when I was working third shift, people were always telling me “I don’t know how you do it.” I thought, do what? I have to work for a living, this (my former) job allows me to be home with my kids on Fridays and not have to send them to the babysitter five days a week. Sure, that saved us a little money. But I didn’t get to see my kids in the morning. Ryan was getting them ready all by himself. I wasn’t there at night when they were sick, which made my stomach hurt and my heart ache. Now, even though they are going to our sitter five days a week, I feel like I see them more, not less. I definitely get to see Ryan more because I don’t have to leave as soon as the kids go to bed.
I don’t know how I did it either. I don’t know how my husband did it. He was home alone with two babies through their first year (and beyond) of not-so-wonderful sleep habits. You guys? I got a keeper. We still have a long way to go on the house and some big decisions to make, but things are only gonna get better.
You are 15 months old today! You are one of the happiest people I know. Your smile is contagious and people always ask me, “he’s always happy, isn’t he?” My answer is, “yep, pretty much!” It’s true. That’s what I think of when I think of you – happiness.
You still have seven teeth. Four on top and three on bottom. You haven’t gotten any new teeth in about 6 months so I imagine we are all in for a treat pretty soon. I’m sure it won’t change your happy disposition though. Right?
You are starting to talk more and will repeat anything anyone tells you to. Sometimes you surprise me by saying something I didn’t even know you knew how to say. You love putting on everyone’s shoes and walking around with them clopping on the floor. You love to follow your big brother around and play whatever he’s playing.
You like food – most kinds of food and large quantities of food. You’re still just a little guy though, right around 20th percentile in weight and 50th in height. You still wake up around 5 or 6am most days, wanting a bottle of warm milk. Mom’s a sucker for those big blue eyes and hasn’t made you give it up yet. Soon though.
Lots of stuff has been going on lately with our new house. I know mommy and daddy haven’t been around as much lately but it’s all for you and Theo. We are making our new house nice. You are going to have a wonderful place to grow up and do you know why? Because you deserve it. You deserve the world, my cute little blondie, and we will do our best to give it to you.
You turned our world upside down, Dex, but guess what? We wouldn’t have it any other way.