What a crazy couple of weeks it’s been.
We had friends over in the middle of December and they failed to mention that their kids were sick until after they came and they were coughing all over the place. I really hate when people do that. I know sick happens, but I’d rather not expose ourselves unnecessarily and I think it’s common courtesy to let people know ahead of time that your kids are sick so you can reschedule if they want to. Because of this, FrostedBaby got sick and then I got sick and our date had to be cancelled, Christmas was more endured than enjoyed, and my Moms Night was cancelled as well.
I’m really ticked off about having to cancel our date. We haven’t had one since like May because although our wedding anniversary was in August, Husband was traveling so much that we never got a chance and could never work out a day that would work for us and babysitting and all. I got a Groupon to go do something fun (I’ll write about it after we’ve done it since Husband doesn’t know what it is and I don’t want to spoil it if he reads this) and we had it planned for weeks to be on our dating anniversary (16 years we’ve been together!) and we were so looking forward to it. And I know our friends didn’t do it on purpose, but I’m feeling sorry for myself so I’m mad that we had to miss it because of their <s>inconsideration</s> <s>inconsiderateness</s> lack of consideration when they get to go out on dates all the time and make such a big deal out of how much they need it. But we wouldn’t understand because we don’t have five kids like they do. Everything is always so much harder for them and how awful their life is and blah blah, but hey, I didn’t decide to have five kids. It’s not like most of them were a surprise either, they used ART to have them. And when you just had one, that was also the hardest thing ever and no one without kids could ever understand. Bleh. I’m just annoyed and I’m tired of being sick and having all our fun plans cancelled because of this. And I haven’t even gotten a “sorry to hear you’re sick” or “that sucks you had to cancel your date”, I just got a “I heard baby was sick and you didn’t go on your date, so does that mean we can’t pick up the jacket we left at your house from your parents’?” (they left a jacket at our place and we were going to take it to my parents’ who live closer for them to pick up, if you couldn’t figure that out). Anyway, that was not supposed to be such a long rant.
FrostedBaby refused to sleep by himself when he was sick and would only sleep if he were with me. He was up for 24 hours straight (minus a couple of hours here and there) before I realized that that was the problem and finally convinced him to sleep on the couch with me. He was being fussy and uninterested in sleeping and then I sang the MagicLullaby(tm) and his eyes closed and he slept for three hours. That night and the next we slept on the couch and then the next two we moved into the guest room where I set up some blanket under the sheets to prevent him from rolling out and then I was able to sleep better since I could roll over and have a bit more room. Finally on Christmas Day he went to bed on his own for a bit before waking up stuffed up and would only settle down when I brought him into bed with me, but since then he’s slept on his own. He wakes up coughing occasionally, and a few times he’s cried but I give him a few minutes before going in and so far he’s gone back to sleep on his own every time.
This has allowed me to get some good quality sleep and I’m feeling better now, although I’m constantly battling fatigue. It doesn’t help that I keep waking up at 4:30 wide awake and/or having coughing fits. Last night FrostedBaby and I were both up at that time coughing. Twice he cried and both times just as I was about to go in to see him, he stopped and went back to sleep.
Christmas was good, although I would have obviously liked to have been feeling better. I started out the day not feeling too bad, but it got worse and worse over the course of it. We had phoned everyone to let them know that FrostedBaby had been sick and I was just coming down with it, but everyone still wanted to come. Luckily he was feeling really good and enjoyed playing with everyone and having all the attention and Husband does all the cooking and stuff, so I was able to lay around when I needed to, but by the end of the day I was totally exhausted.
Things FrostedBaby got for Christmas this year: Husband’s parents gave us money and we got him a My Pal Scout, which he LOVES; we picked up a second-hand Fisher Price farm (for $10!) and some bath toys, both of which he also enjoys playing with. My sister got him a stuffed turtle Beanie Baby ball thing and a Berenstain Bears collection book. My parents got him some books off his wishlist. “Santa” (read: my husband) got him the Scout toy laptop thing since he loves the stuffed toy so much. He’s too young to be excited by the new books but has enjoyed sitting and having them read to him.
He is now saying “apple” and “cheese” and “purple” (of all colours, purple is the one he says the first?!) and will bring them up randomly. He calls every animal “catty”, and even though he can also say “doggie” (from seeing dogs at the park), he calls them “catty” too, no matter how many times I correct him. He signs “more” and “all done” and sometimes seems to use them properly when he means them and then other times uses them together or does things like frantically signing “all done all done all done” and then points at his food and uhhs for more. This morning he was playing with the cat for a bit, then came over and wanted up on the bed with us so I brought him up and we were trying to call the cat over. I was kissing at him and patting the bed to encourage him to jump up, and then FrostedBaby copied me and did it too. I really need to get video of them playing together and see if I can get him copying me doing stuff.
Sometimes I wish that I could record everything and then edit out all the boring stuff and keep the good stuff.