Hellllllooooooo, poor little blog. How I have neglected you.
There have been about a million times when I wanted to sit down and update this
thing, but life is really getting in the way lately. So let’s get caught up in one criminally insufficient post. It’s the best I can do. Take it or leave
it.
CHICAGO TRIP
In early February Grier and I surprised Allyson will a trip
to Chicago. Her friends were
throwing her a post-wedding bachelorette party (that’s a thing, right?) and there was
no way I was missing it. Going to
Chicago in February is not something I’d do for many people, but I guess that
just shows how much I love that sister of mine. The trip was fantastic – full of girl talk, spa relaxing, a
really good food. Heavenly. The best part, by far, was the surprise
though.
Allyson’s friend, Jen, picked us up at the airport and we
hung out at her house until Allyson got off work. Allyson thought she was just staying in with Paul that night
and ordering in. Grier walked up
first and Allyson freaked when she saw her. Everyone laughed and hugged and
started walking in the house (you know, to get out of the frozen-ness). I was
at the back of the pack so she didn’t see me until last. It’s hard to even
describe how amazing her reaction was. Safe to say, she was not expecting to
see me…
Of course, I was a little anxious to leave John for the
first time, but it really was just what I needed. Bud and John had a great boys
weekend. I was mostly nervous
because John was still nursing twice per day at that point, but he took the
bottles just fine. He slept great
the first night and gave Bud a bit of a hard time the second night. I could tell he was happy to see me on
Sunday which of course made me feel good.
The week I got home was ROUGH.
It was like he was punishing me for leaving. He was BRUTAL for about a
week making me wish I never came home. Thankfully things chilled out
eventually. I'm leaving him again on Memorial Day weekend so now I know to expect a devil-baby for the first week of June. Lovely.
Surprised.
JOHN’S BIG WEEK
So a couple weeks ago John decided to knock-out a whole slew
of milestones in one week. It started on
Saturday, March 1st. We were
at the Cabana Club having dinner with Bud’s parents and John choked on a piece
of Cantaloupe. …like legitimately choked.
We had to do the baby-Heimlich on him.
It was scary. He just kept
reaching for Bud with a terrified look in his eyes. It lasted about one minute, but it was enough
to scare the shit out of us. After
walking him around for a couple minutes to calm him down he was totally fine.
On Sunday, March 2nd, John took his first
steps. Oh, it was just about the cutest
thing I’ve ever seen. John, Bud and I
were playing in John’s room and he just stood up, started laughing, and took
about 4 steps towards me. It was
adorable. Since then he’s taken a few
steps here and there, but is still mostly crawling to get around. He’s so fast crawling and so slow walking so
I don’t blame him for sticking to crawling.
On Wednesday, March 5th, John got sick for the
first time. He was so sad and pathetic. He had a stuffy nose on Tuesday so I was
worried that he was getting the bug that Bud had, but the kid had been so healthy
for his 13.5 months that I was hoping the streak would last. He woke up at about 11 pm (very unlike him)
and was BURNING UP. I’m not the kind of
gal who can feel someone’s head and tell you if they have a temperature or not,
but a coworker had told me that I’ll “definitely know” the first time John has
one. I was totally skeptical until I
picked him up out of his crib and he felt like he’d been laying in the
oven. My poor baby. Thursday was a long, rough day. Although we were this close (picture me
holding my fingers really close together) from him being weaned from nursing I
let him nurse as much as he wanted that day (it was a lot). The nurse at the pediatrician said that was a
“nice thing to do.” Isn’t that a funny way of saying that? “A nice thing to do.” So fancy.
His fever only lasted about 24 hours, but he coughed and weezed for
another 10 days. Ew. I mean, poor guy.
WEANING
Nope. We still aren’t
done with breastfeeding around here. I
never thought it’d go on this long, but I’m trying not to worry about it too
much. He’s down to only once per day (about 5-10 minutes),
right before his nap. I’ll drop it soon,
but I’m terrified that once I quit nursing him before his nap, he’ll quit
nursing all together. And no, I’m not kidding.
He might not ever nap again.
Waaaaaaaaa, waaaaaaaaa, waaaaaaaaaaaa.
I will be so sad.
OH YEA, WE’RE MOVING
Just a small detail that’s been neglected on the blog. We are moving to Ponte Vedra. It happened so much faster than expected and
has consumed so much of my time lately.
I will do a whole post about it soon because there is a lot to explain,
but yea…it’s happening.
Look at these dreamboats.
PS...I had a bunch of cute pictures to include in this post, but every time I tried to add them they came out sideways and I didn't want to break anyone's neck. Who knows what's wrong with the pics I chose.
