If you’re looking for yourself in this photo, you’re not there. I had already put you to bed at this point in the evening. Your ‘tough’ dad isn’t so tough when he’s sick. Today was like a comedy of errors. Dad went home from work sick, you fell and bumped your head at school, and I was flying solo trying to take care of my two babies (I’m counting your dad in that number). Oh, and you woke up three times during the night to eat. THREE!
Mom needs a break 🙂
Meanwhile, you and I had some quality snuggling time. Like, all day long. 🙂
Dad was so excited about his great finish at the tournament that he went out and got me a brand new set of clubs. The weather is supposed to be really bad tomorrow, but I’m pretty sure that we’re still going to be at Top Golf.
We finally retired all the 6 month clothes, like these cute little leggings with the fox on the butt. So now all your clothes are either 9 or 12 months…
LOOK AT YOU! You’re at the big kids’ table! You’re still trying to find your balance with that huge noggin of yours. You went to reach for the toy and bumped your head, but you were okay. This is your favorite toy at school. You stare at it so intensely, like it’s the world and you’re planning to take it over!
Other than that, you’re still acting like you’re growing. You’re eating a ton, drooling, sleeping, and pooping. Your congestion goes away a little more each day and you can breathe better through your nose. Your cough has pretty much gone away entirely. We saw on the news last night that RSV is rampant in North Texas, filling up all the rooms at the Children’s hospitals. Your cousins, JJ and Bryson, had it too. Thank goodness we’re over that!
You in the PGA Superstore, not interested.
Sports news: The Dallas Cowboys made it one round closer to the Superbowl. Next match up is against Green Bay at Green Bay; the first time since 1963.
While we were out, we got you a Bumbo seat. It’s supposed to be awesome, but you’re still not ready for it. You have to be able to hold your head up on your own for an extended period of time, which you’re not quite able to do. We also looked at the bigger car seats… since you’ll be in one of those before we know it.
Saturday, 12/27/14; aka date night for mom and dad. We left you with Grandma Recer and went to see the final Hobbit movie in the series. We went to the Look Theater and ran into Beck and Noreen. They have a daughter, Zara, about your age who I’m sure you’ll meet one day.
Grandma said that you were not a happy camper while she was watching you. Aunt KK even stopped by, and she wasn’t able to get you to calm down, either. Grandma said that shortly after we left for the movie, you were chewing on your hands and pacifier violently, like you were starving. Gosh, kid, it’s like we don’t feed you or something. She’s been talking to us about putting cereal in your formula, but I want to talk to the doctor about that first. Grandma finally got you to sleep around 9 and we got home shortly thereafter.