That Would Look Much Better On The Floor…

In the last couple of weeks, Adam has decided that he doesn’t like anything where it belongs and it should come out of there immediately. Like right now! Obviously this is some kind of new decorating style called “everything in a pile on the floor-nouveau”.



It started slowly with things like taking the clothes out of the laundry basket or checking out my shoes. It evolved into sweeping handfuls of DVDs, diaper inserts, and books off the shelf.


There is no shelf that he won’t explore, and no item safe from removal. And I know I shouldn’t, but I’m loving that he does this! Sure, it’s a pain for me to go behind him and pick stuff up when he’s tearing through the house like the Tasmanian Devil, but he’s exploring his world with such vigor that I just don’t have it in me to stop him from doing this. Besides, I’m sure he’ll get tired of it eventually right?



The Car Seat Saga

Every time I put Adam in the car seat we go through a routine:

“Here’s your toy!”

“Here’s owl (hung up in the window for his viewing pleasure).”

“And a kiss from Mom!”

Adam hated getting in the car for the first few months of his life. Every car ride would include him crying for most of the journey and me in the driver’s seat trying to reassure him that everything would be okay. At the same time I’d try to reassure myself that he’d grow out of it eventually. When I’d talk to him it seemed to make it worse. I think hearing my voice but not being held/nursed/rocked made him confused and royally pissed off. He didn’t take a pacifier until he was almost six months, so my comforting options were limited. Opening the car window a crack to make white noise would work sometimes, but usually if he got too worked up nothing would calm him down until I got to where I was going and could nurse him back to calm.

After a particularly scary and awful trip in which Adam cried so hard that he threw up and then couldn’t get his breath, we got a new car seat that held him more upright. Then I started planning trips for when I knew he needed a nap so that he would make noise for a few minutes but would eventually sleep. It was kind of hilarious how far I’d go to make sure he’d sleep in the car. My day would be planned with military precision so that the two of us didn’t have to endure a horrible car ride. And every time I’d put him in the car I’d go through the routine and try my best to let him know that Mom was there and that I love him.

Fast forward to today. Adam has actually grown out of all the problems that we had. It got better and better every month and now I don’t think twice about going somewhere in the car with him. He’s old enough that he can babble and entertain himself until we get there or he gets tired and goes to sleep. But we still go through the routine.

Today we were going to the store about five minutes away. I gave him his toy, I hung up his owl, and he looked at them like he was checking them off his list. And before I could lean in to give him his kiss he broke out in the sweetest grin. He knew what I was going to do! I dove in with a kiss and he gave me a little giggle that told me he’s ok back there now.

In other news: Adam is 10 months old today! It took a while to put him to bed tonight, but it’s only because he needed to plant a few kisses on me before he went to sleep. They were the best, slobberiest, most wonderful way to end a day.

Germy, Germy Germs

The hubby is home from work sick today with a sore throat and fever. He’s currently in bed watching Homeland and moaning occasionally to make sure I know he’s in there and feeling miserable. When he told me he didn’t feel good a couple nights ago I went into full mom mode, immediately taking his temperature and giving him fluids and food and sent him to bed with a cup of hot tea and honey. Then I cursed myself for not researching natural cold remedies and stocking up just in case we get sick. I guess I figured if I deny that we can get sick long enough, then cold and flu season will pass us by. Like germs would be all, oh they’re a nice happy family I don’t want to bother them with my pestilence. Ha! It turns out that germs are jerks and they don’t care that I don’t like being sick. 

At this point I know Adam and I have been exposed to whatever he’s got so I’m not really worried about quarantining Mike or anything. I am, however, spending my time with a small part of my brain completely horrified at the fact that one or both of us might get sick too. Adam has been fighting off a wicked rash, trouble sleeping, general crankiness, and a sort-of-semi fever, so maybe he’s the culprit of all the sickness blah that Mike is feeling now. 

I hope so, because the scenario where the entire family gets sick is not something I look forward to. In fact, it’s something I always heard about before I became a parent and I think it’s what I dread the most. When everyone is sick the mom is supposed to suck it up and take care of everyone else while feeling like death warmed over. Well I say FORGET THAT!! When I’m sick I don’t want to be the martyr. I want to sit in bed and feel awful and moan every once in a while to let everyone else know that I’m feeling miserable. You know, like everyone else does! Somedays I wish I had the luxury of saying something like “…so I called the nanny in to take care of the baby while I got some extra sleep.” 

Yeah. Anyone have a winning lottery ticket handy?

Until that happens, I’ll just have to do my best to take care of myself and ward off the illness that’s beginning to fester in my house (and will stick around until the kids leave for college if what I hear is correct). 

Screw you, germs.