Luke's 21st month ended with him being sick with a cold/ear infection/maybe strep? Anyways, he's been unwell all week. A cough that started Sunday turned into a fever on Monday and an ear infection by Wednesday, meaning that he was out of school all week. And it never seems to fail that illness comes to our family on the busiest work weeks ever. I worked from home on Monday, but it wasn't an option the rest of the week and Dillon took off with him on Tuesday. From there on out it was a juggling act of getting care for little Luke. Dillon's days were filled with emails and calls, working 12 hour days, bath giving, and tear wiping while I was juggling office visits, event planning, meetings with physicians, amoxicyllin giving, nose wiping and pediatrician visits. I've worked today and Dillon will be going in tomorrow morning at 5 to finish his work, and then we can have a complete day together. Many thanks to my parents who were willing to give up 2 days to come and watch a cranky toddler.
On top of the craziness, Luke has been getting teeth, which as you may recall, turns him into an uncooperative, hellion of a child. It's about halfway through the rebellious time that I wonder why my sweet child has turned into this crazy kid that I think to look in his mouth to see which tooth is coming in and it never fails, there's always a bud of a tooth peeking through at me, mocking me for being this frazzled parent. Motrin helps, but it's always a few days until my sunny and loving boy returns. I worked this evening at a physician event and Dillon said that Luke just wouldn't listen to him, it was tantrum after tantrum. He gave him his antibiotic and some Motrin hoping it would help. And it did, an hour after the medicine, he had calmed down even though he was walking through the house saying "ma-ma" (cue my breaking heart...)
Even though it's been a little crazy, this month has offered some pretty cool developments for Luke, my favorite being that he puts sentences together now and says "I want cheese", "I want milk." (the best was when he woke up asking for cheese). Our Thomas the Train obsession is going strong. He calls Thomas "Na" for some reason and loves dancing to the intro song. He's crawling and climbing on everything. My parents and I were talking in the kitchen and when we turned around, he had climbed onto the bar stools and was sitting there like he was just part of the conversation. Dillon was working in the garage today and turned around for 5 seconds. At the same time, I looked out the front door and there was Luke coming up the stairs, ready to come in. His vocabulary is just growing by leaps and bounds, it's amazing.
So, my dear friends, I appreciate you letting me vent on my blog about the rough week. I know I sound like a complete whiner because we are so blessed. We are blessed with our jobs that keep us fed, keep us in a warm home, and provides us with fun times together. We are blessed with our baby boy who is teaching us patience and unending love.
And to Luke - I love you. I love you when you have a tantrum in Lowes, or when you're in a time out, or when you just don't know how to communicate what you want and it comes out in screams and tears. I may be frustrated with you at times (and you frustrated with me), but I will always do my best to help you and to be the best mama I know how.
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| At daddy's work this week! |
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| Feeling better, except for teeth! |
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