what a week, or two weeks?

I agreed to switch weekends with someone again, which, inevitably screws with my head. When you don’t have two days off in a row for two consecutive weeks, things start to get foggy. I normally have a bunch of “balls in the air” at work that I have a hard enough time juggling without dropping, but add in scheduling confusion, a sick baby, a sick self, and attempting to get back into a workout routine– well I have a feeling the entire month of March is going to be a bust.

Simon was pukey sick on Monday morning. I hadn’t had to deal with vomit in a long long time (think day care days in the late nineties) and he woke up in a pukey bed. Then he was crying pathetically as we held him over the sink in the bathroom immediately when he woke up, dry heaving. It was so sad. Then I tried to get him to eat a few bites of cereal later in the morning, and he puked it back up, crying again. Gabe and I decided to split up our sick time. I was supposed to work 12-9, and he was supposed to work 9-6. So he came home a little early, I went in late. We were pretty sure most of Simon’s pukey issues had to due with swallowing all the drainage from his HORRIBLE head cold. He didn’t have a fever, but felt absolutely miserable. I hate having to send him anywhere when he feels so sick, so we kept him home and tag teamed the childcare duties.

Tuesday I had a doctor’s appointment and worked late again, so I had him in the morning and he seemed a little better, but still wasn’t right. I took him to the sitter, and then went to my doctor’s appointment. I called after my appointment and she said he still hadn’t eaten (this is day two with very very little food) but she put him down for a nap. I went into work, and then Gabe texted me later that he had to go pick him up early because Simon had a fever. 😦

Today, I guess he was a little better, and ate all his lunch (hooray!) but his fever spiked again in the evening and the sitter texted gabe at 5:30 to let him know. So tonight we gave him some Tylenol and put him to bed after having a watered-down bottle of milk. He’s still coughing a lot and I think the fever might be due to his one last bottom front tooth that hasn’t quite cut through yet. Big sigh, it’s been a rough week already.

I just keep counting down to next Thursday. I took the day off because the sitter is out of town, and my mom is coming Friday to watch Simon while I’m at work. Then we have two glorious days off in a row. I can’t wait for those two days. I mean, I just want to be home and with my two buddies, and hopefully recuperate. I’ve got a nasty cold again, but am starting to feel a little better, and have been going to the gym in spite of it, because I realize that it helps my sanity at work to burn off some negative energy. Tomorrow I work 2-6 so we’ll have the morning to chill out and hopefully Simon will feel better and we can start having some semblance of a normal week next week. I just have to get through these next few days. There’s just so much to do. And I’m tired. So tired. I’m always tired, but still.

So tomorrow is St. Patrick’s Day. Simon and I have been wearing green all week because it is my favorite color and I have a lot of Green for both of us. We also made little St. Patrick’s Day cards to send to family with little “leprechaun footprints” on them. I’m a little obsessed with hand and footprint crafts with Simon because of this framed piece of art my dad has hanging in his closet. My brother (I think Eric) made it when he was about 5 years old and it shows his two tiny hand prints framing a poem about “Tiny Hands”. I love that picture, and try to get Simon’s hand and footprints whenever I can. I’ve even developed a plan to keep the mess at a minimum. Pick up all kitchen rugs, place baby gate at the kitchen entrance, and put fingerpaints on the floor. Here are some videos of the fun we had.

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Well worth the mess to cheer up some family members and I think Simon actually had fun, even though the entire crafting event only lasted less than 10 minutes. I love letting him mess with things that feel “funny” like lotion or paint. I know he’s in the sensory motor phase of development so I know he’s all about trying out the way things feel. He’s also funny about lotion and stuff because he watches me put makeup on my face, and I am always rubbing vaseline on his cheeks, so he immediately puts the stuff on his face when he gets his hands on it.

So I hate to wish time away, wish days away, but I am definitely wishing away these next 6 days of work.

Thanksgiving 2009

Simon's First Thanksgiving 2009

Thanksgiving was lovely but the two days we were home went incredibly fast. We drove separately (Gabe and I) on Thursday morning, getting to Salem by 11:30am. We decided not to fight the awful Wednesday night traffic and instead head out Thanksgiving morning. The holiday itself was great, though it was strange to be home without my sister Kim there. Mom hosted dinner and made a fabulous meal (as always) even though her oven was erratically turning off, we ate a fully cooked turkey and twice-baked cupcakes and corn casserole, broccoli, stuffing, potatoes, all of the wonderful foods for Thanksgiving. It was also a strange holiday to not have Grandpa there at the table. He wasn’t feeling good, so he didn’t come over. His presence was also sorely missed.

Everyone oohed and aahhhhed over Simon most of the day Thursday- being the only grandchild and baby, he was played with and tickled and photographed and loved and cuddled a ton. He seemed to love it.  In the evening we had some coffee and pie and then some wine. It was nice to be home and relax a bit. My best friend Dee came over and hung out in the evening too, which was so nice.

Then Friday Gabe had to work so he left at 5:30am to head back to Columbus, while Simon and I stayed back to go visit Grandpa. We met up with Aunt Miranda, Aunt Kristen and Uncle Brett for breakfast before heading to Grandpa’s house. We always eat at this little airport place near my hometown. I had oatmeal and when I asked if they had bananas, they said no. I said, “What kind of fruit do you have?” They said, “We don’t have fruit.” Does anyone else find this strange? It was still a good meal!

My Grandpa loved seeing Simon and I loved seeing him. I took some books home for him to look at with me, with historical pictures in them of OSU neighborhoods. Grandpa remembered many of the OSU campus buildings that used to hold agriculture courses in them. He also mentioned how some campus buildings had metal fire escapes coming down from the second floors and how students would be pouring down the fire escapes in between classes. He also told me about the pasteurization process that took place in the basement of one of the classroom buildings, and how he worked there and pasteurized milk that later was sent out and served in the Dining Commons on campus. I love hearing stories about what college was like when Grandpa was there. Very cool.

My Uncle Dan and cousin Katherine also came over to Grandpa’s to meet Simon and Kat very sweetly gave us a cute early Christmas present- a stocking for Simon’s First Christmas and an adorable pair of red and green socks. She was so sweet.

Simon and Cousin Kat

  • Things I was most thankful for this year:
  • Simon not getting the flu when we had it- and staying pretty healthy so far.
  • Hearing Simon laugh more often.
  • Family- my new little one and Simon’s extended one.
  • Mornings off work in our bed with the baby.
  • A great meal at my parents’ house.
  • Gabe driving all the way to my parents’ house separate even though he was only able to stay for a few hours and then had to drive home so early in the morning.
  • Our cute house that fits the three of us so well, even if the floors are constantly dirty and my feet are always cold.
  • Gabe and the help that he always gives me- (even if he’s always got some sort of suggestion on how to do it better/his way).
  • 2 Days off work in a row.
  • A new work change is coming…more on that later.
  • Healthy family and friends.

I have a lot to be thankful for this year, and cannot believe we’re this close to Christmas. I’m still thinking about the next time I’ll be home or have extended time to visit longer with family or relax at home…but realize that every day we have off before Christmas is “booked” with something to do. When am I going to get shopping done?! I was hoping to hand-make some goodies for people but am guessing that won’t happen this year.

Here is a video of my dad making Simon laugh. You can hear my mom talking in the background, and my brother Brett chuckling, too. You can see my OSU sock feet tiptoe into the room to hear and watch. Nothing makes me as warm on the inside as hearing this laugh…and knowing that someone I love is making Simon laugh like that just makes me melt.

 Here are some more pictures from Thanksgiving at my parents’ house- always so good to be home.

Took a bath in the sink!

 

played on the quilt Grandma made me

I love to stand up (assisted of course!)

Look who’s talking.

So lately Simon has been testing out his voice. It’s more of a yell than a cry now- and he perks up his ears after making noises like he’s listening to himself. A lot of times he seems like he’s doing whatever we do- trying to say hi, or trying to sing. They say babies start “cooing” at this point in their development. I imagine cooing being a soothing adorable sound. Though Simon’s adorable to me- his yells with his mouth wide open are not quite soothing, definitely not “cooing”. But he’s pretty hilarious. Gabe and I often wonder what he’s saying. He talks the most in the morning. In the video below, I brought him back to bed with us and got him to sleep for another hour. I love love love mornings in bed with all three of us. He’s so snuggly when he’s sleepy. After we laid in bed for a while and Simon started yelling, we brought him down to his room to get ready for the day.  You’ll notice that he has a scaly scabbed up/scratched face. His dry skin is itchy and he keeps scratching himself raw. So I put socks on his hands. It’s pretty hilarious. In the middle of the night (while sleeping)  he was trying to scratch his face with his sock hands and couldn’t do it.

Obviously this video is better with sound. 🙂 We don’t know what he’s trying to say here- anyone got a guess? Let’s hope he’s not criticizing our music choices. haha!