He:
>Seems to be constantly sick. I’ve mentioned this here and there, but we are still in the process of figuring out what exactly is going on. Looks like he actually doesn’t have asthma (even though he has a lot of the symptoms). Right now we are awaiting the results of some bloodwork and if everything checks out there, we will be going to an ENT next. My guess is that maybe he needs his adenoids removed or ear tubes. We’ll see.
>Lost some weight being sick, yet still remains in the 90-95th percentile. That sweatshirt he’s wearing in the pictures is 18 months.
>Is super squirmy most of the time. He’s actually hard to even hold, especially because he is very aggressive about grabbing my hair. I greatly dislike it.
>Gets so many compliments on his big blue eyes.
>Has three bottom teeth and is for sure actively teething.
>Is ticklish and has a great belly laugh, but he has been more sensitive and serious lately with his illness, so whenever we can get him to laugh it makes my day.
>Remains a celebrity in the preschool classroom when we drop Meredith off each morning.
>Can crawl all over the place and pull up like a champ.
I:
>Really enjoyed the extra cuddles and togetherness I got with Liam because of his sickness, but I feel so bad for him and just want him to get better. It’s going to be a long winter if we don’t get this figured out.
>Am not so sure about my goal to be totally ready for the holidays by the end of the month, mostly because I’m not sure what to get certain members of my family. I am doing much better than in years past, though.
>Recently went through a phase where I was really excited about cooking and meal planning and making things from scratch, but now I’m totally over it. Let’s just say we are eating a lot of tacos and pot roast around here.
>Had to basically give up on my book club book for the month. It was The Ground Beneath Her Feet by Salmon Rushdie and although I liked it (75 pages in), it’s just too long and too dense for this time of my life. The hardback copy I got from the library is a huge pain to carry around and there was definitely no way I could finish within a month.
>Started listening to a scrapbooking podcast. I love the hosts, they’re so funny and likable, but it was probably a mistake for me to get hooked because now I’m all inspired to work on my albums when I have no time to do so. It’s one of those hobbies that you just really can’t do with the kids around.
>Have a few plans for Liam’s first birthday party set. The venue (my brother-in-law’s house), the time (around 10 a.m.), some of the food (brunch and donuts), and a scrapbook idea (a mini album with Project Life cards that I’ll have guests write in). I think the next step will be to nail down the guest list and send invitations, and then start asking for help. :)
>Met someone in the lactation room at work (ah, pumping) whose baby is about Liam’s age and she was so distraught that her supply was dropping. She said she had bawled her eyes out multiple times thinking that she might not be able to make it to a year without supplementing. It was her first baby and she admitted to being obsessed over it. I was so glad that we could have a long conversation; I was able to give her some tips and encourage her to keep going, but also to relieve some of her anxiety over the whole thing – at least I hope I did. I just really wanted her not to stress about it so much. I could write paragraphs on this, but the gist is that second babies are different.
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From Nora:
Love the teddy bear he has with him in these photos. Did someone make it? He does have gorgeous big blue eyes. I am saying prayers and hoping that the docs come up with a reason/solution for his illness the last few months. xo
From Sarah @ Beauty School Dropout:
“celebrity in the preschool classroom” — isn’t that the truth! Sam and I used to get mobbed by 4yo girls every afternoon when we picked up Josiah. =)
And the second baby thing… it’s so true. Somehow the stakes are lower? Everything seems less dramatic? Because you know in general stuff will work itself out and kids develop at different rates, and blah blah blah. I haven’t quite figured out a way to describe it that doesn’t sound condescending, because I was just as nervous as a first time mom too, and it’s just part of the experience.