Mama

On friday, big guy was sitting on the couch while I packed his bag for the day. I was at the other end of the couch and he was starting to get whiny. I continued to do what I was doing until he let out a "mama!" And then hubs said I moved so swiftly to pick him up. Truthfully, the fastest way for me to pick him up is to say mama. I just love it!

Almost crawling

Last week, big guy started really attempting to figure out this whole crawling thing. He was sleeping pretty crappily and really wanted to only be on his belly. so much so that on friday he was spitting up after eating b/c he didn't want to do anything else besides be on his belly!

On saturday he really put a lot of effort in. He figured out how to apply counter pressure on his hands so he could push his butt into the air and balance on his knees. Then he would rock back and forth and launch himself forward onto his belly, like a little goldfish. And when he's not pushing himself up this way, he is on his belly army-crawling in every direction. He is untrustworthy alone and on any surface.

I'm fairly certain that he's got a couple more days of non-crawling. THen the hubs and I will be in trouble b/c our house isn't baby proofed. And the kitty cat will definitely be in trouble. I'm also positive that his first moving target will be her. I would feel bad for her, but she's been howling and waking us all up at 4:30 for a few weeks. Jerk cat.

Fever?

The big guy's cold has morphed into a low grade fever. The nanny let me know that he was feeling a bit warm. When we got home, we took his temperature. 99.3 Not bad. We decided to go for a walk before dinner, as it has been chilly at night. While on our walk, I had a huge panic attack. What if there was something I was supposed to be doing? Am I a horrible mother b/c I didn't think to call the Dr about this? Ahhh!

When we got home we took his temp again. 99.9 OK, now I decided to call the after hours nurse and ask about it. She said it was low grade and there wasn't anything we could do. Well, duh. That's what I thought. I called my sister in law as well, Aunt K. And of course she was working-damn! I left a message anyway.

Big guy ate a great before dinner meal and slept great. 7pm-5am. Solid! When he got up, it was 98.2 Excellent work! When Aunt K finally called back, I told her about the fever and she said she agreed with the after hours nurse. Apparently, there isn't much you can do for colds/fevers until they get serious. I'm just glad it wasn't that serious!

Sleepy weekend

Big guy is still dealing with his cold. And since I woke up with the cold on saturday, big guy and I napped all weekend. It was glorious. Saturday we took an hour nap in the morning, got up and ate and then took another 2 1/2 hour nap. Big guy and I both looked an felt better after that. We went to the BF group for working moms and since we are still contagious, we just stopped to chat. Yes, we can start a sippy cup. Yes, I can take vitamin C. We can start puffs or cheerios. (Side note- we attempted puffs and big guy swallowed it whole, so much for melting on his tongue!).

Following this, we went and got milkshakes- I at least was trying to soothe my sore throat. We then went home and relaxed the rest of the day. Sunday was more naps and a trip to the supermarket. Big guy and I did a full shop without hubs for the first time. He was loving the supermarket and all the pretty girls that were smiling at him. Big guy actually started screeching at a woman in the milk section until she turned around. Funny stuff.

Finally, Grandma C, Grandpa J, and Uncle I came to visit in the afternoon and got us just tired enough to take a nap.

Mom

Vengeance! Um, wait, that sounds bad. Justice! Sunday morning, big guy was practicing his MMMMM's. And then came out, Mom. Yay! He said it two more times during the day. That's right, I'm Mom! And now big guy can say dada and mom.

My baby has a cold!

Wednesday brought with it a cold. My baby is sick! All night I could hear him snorting like a little piglet. He slept fine, but was just noisy. When I got him up on wednesday morning, he was ok, but still snorty. By the time I got him at noon, he was full out dripping snot. It was pretty gross. But he was still in good spirits. We went home and napped and ate. I had to work at night, so hubs had to get him to bed. Apparently it didn't go too well, b/c by the time I got home, they were both asleep in our bed. I was so tired, I didn't care!

Thursday morning brought more snot and lots of sneezing. I had called the doctor on wednesday afternoon, knowing I couldn't do anything for him, besides just try to make him comfortable. The nurse confirmed this. He really hates having his nose wiped. Such a quintessential kid! And then the snot started being streaked with blood. Oh, his nose is so irritated.

But, he was sleeping great at night and totally cheerful and napping great during the day. It really is just snottiness when he's awake. The nanny was telling me how he was such a champ during the day. And of course, I woke up with the cold on saturday!

Another milestone?

For about five days big guy was not sleeping well. He kept waking up during the night and having a really hard time falling back to sleep. Which meant that I was not sleeping well either. Oh, so tired! My sister-in-law, Aunt K, told me that whenever her son would have funky sleep, it usually meant he was on the verge of another milestone. I'm beginning to think big guy might be the same way. When I look back at his sleeping, I can see that he started to say dada around the time of the funky sleep. Ah-ha!