I’m getting caught in one of those ruts where I feel like I have so much to say and write to you guys and no time to do it! So I will continue to post photos since it’s the least I can do. Here is a tiny glimpse of the madness that was my husband’s 4th Annual International Shitmovie Film Festival this past weekend. It always astounds me that he manages to pull it off each year. He would say I am a big help, but I think the only way I really assist him is by letting him do all the shit he needs to do in order to make it happen instead of some of the other things he maybe should be doing around here. I love him and I love his crazy creative brain. It is a lot of work to support a mind like that, but it is also incredibly rewarding.
I feel like every picture I attempted to take this weekend turned out like total crap… including this one, but there was something so equally cute and disgusting about it that I figured it could be the one I post. My little snot machine.
Brand new potty seat - check
Bag full of new undies - check
Special potty time friends - check
Horribly draw sticker chart - check
Visible incentives - check
Not sure if this is the right set of ingredients or just the right time but Charlie is rocking it today. Let’s see what the rest of the weekend holds. Still waiting to pull down that chocolate bar for his first official poop in the pot.
I am taking notes for sure :)
Amazing early Christmas presents from Grandma! Hip ukulele (like a full size guitar in Billy’s arms, animal shakers, foot tambourine, and floor drum with mallets! Now we’re really makin’ music around here!
It’s 8:07 and Billy is still sleeping. I did have to go to him about 3 times last night so I guess his good sleep finally kicked in. At 4am I had to change his diaper because he was soaked through. I suppose once he was dry he could finally be comfortable enough to sleep. I hope it is a healing sleep. His doctor appointment is in a little over an hour. I might actually have to wake him. Cross your fingers for no fever this morning…
Last night Billy was such a doll. Giggling, playing, and saying “no” not with defiance, but with all the joy of learning a new word…
He’s coming down with something again. Super stuffed up nose, very low grade fever, cranky with meltdowns at the flip of a switch.
He was great at daycare, but after about a half an hour at home he came completely unhinged.
I rocked him to sleep in my arms… from sobbing and shakind, to sniffles, to snoozing somewhat restlessly. It was a sweet several minutes since I don’t get to experience him sleeping on me much at all anymore, but still sad because I know he’s not feeling good.
He’s in bed now, but I just know he will be waking a lot tonight on account of not being able to breath that great.
His 18 month well baby check up is tomorrow and I’m afraid he’s not going to be feeling so “well”. We’ll be able to get his stats and everything, but I’m just waiting for them to tell me he’s running a fever and shouldn’t go to daycare the rest of the day. Work is soooo busy right now and I really can’t afford to take another day off.
Maybe tonight’s sleep will rejuvenate him… let’s hope.
The couple whose wedding was Billy’s first just had their own little bundle of joy this past weekend. Upon hearing the news I decided to go back and take a look at the photos from their wedding.
Look at that little stinker’!
Billy said “no” for the first time tonight during his dinner! I know it’s like the least desirable word for a toddler to know next to “mine” but it is the first new thing he has said in a long time so I got ridiculously excited. His little mouth forming that word “no” was adorable
The sound of his baby voice like music to my ears.