1. Super traveler. I bravely took my son solo on a round-trip flight to Florida, which in booking months prior to he was still nursing and not walking yet, so I was not concerned until the weeks crept closer and I realized how 'busy' my little guy is. Fear not momma. You do have to get used to the daggers that are shot your way as you enter the plane and see the faces of folks just pleading that your seat is not in the vicinity of theirs. Fear not passengers. My child is a flying champ! Heading south, about an hour in, we had to make tedious laps up and down the aisle until it was time to land, but otherwise, books and snacks kept him content. On the return flight, he promptly fell asleep the moment the plane took off and I could actually read a book, a luxury I thought I would never do in daylight again! When he did wake, our seatmate was super friendly, and let him look out the window and fed him the plane snack cookies until I was positive that my son would refuse to get off the plane with his own mother. In the aisle across from us, same aged child SCREAMED the entire time. As we were exiting, I wish there was some signal I could have given the other passengers that the yelling was not from our seats. But who really cares anyway?
2 days later we were on an unplanned 10 hour trip back home. 10 hours turned into 13 hours when our tire exploded on the way, yet happy man was content until the last hour when I unwilling whipped out the Baby Einstein DVD, that ensured our sanity and got us home. The trip home was the fastest I have done since having the baby, possibly due to the fact that he felt like poop and slept most of the way home, but a win is a win.
2. We fought the croup and won. Per usual, a mere 7 hours before the road trip back to VA, my son woke up struggling to breathe and barking like a seal. I put in a call to my ped here in VA and then to my veteran mom friend in KY, who guided me through some steps to getting him comfortable. Nighttime air or air from the fridge regulates the wheezing attack, who knew? Much better than my frantic mother's plan of taking him to the er at midnight on St. Pat's day. We packed up the sad little guy, trucked him home, and the ped confirmed the diagnoses of croup. She sent us home with a fun breathing apparatus and a couple of scrips for steroid inhalers. Both doc and pharmacist mentioned that these could make him hyper and that I should time them as best I could for his sleep. I thought I was in the clear as there weren't any adverse effects the first day or so, then my child turned into a form of Satan that I'd rather not see ever again. Refusing to eat (this child?!), throwing things out of anger, super frustrated, and had to be carried at all times, not fun when you are 21lbs. I seem to have forgotten the parent of 'no drugs' that I was a year ago and make the executive decision to take him off the roids, especially since he was better. My ped's nurse is super awesome, totally agreed with me and just told me to keep an eye on him. Within a day, my child was returning back to normal and I felt like a drug dealer in that I introduced his little system to something so harsh and mind altering. I used to be worried about the damn Hyland's teething tablets, this was like giving him meth compared to that. I did notice that his top 1 year molars where also coming in at the same time, but I hold true to the strength of my Baltic amber necklace and blame the drugs for his nutty behavior.
3. I'm a big boy now. I realize we are on the cusp of the 'fun' ago of 2, and little ones begin to assert themselves around this time. I get a definite head shake of "NO" when he is offered something he doesn't want to eat (which is everything but bread and applesauce right now), when I choose a book he doesn't want, or when I sing along to his toys (I wonder why he doesn't like that?). We are refusing to come down the stairs, running away when its time to change a diaper, and throwing things when we are frustrated. Mommy has to put an extra dose of patience in her coffee each morning, as I know we are just getting started. On the flip side, he is a sweet as can be, loves to hug everyone and everything, is happy as a clam outside, is starting to feed himself with a spoon, and has a booming vocabulary that grows each day. I find it hard to imagine he is that same little lumpy teary guy from a year ago.
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| Combing the Fridge |
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| On the beach in FL |
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| snoozin on the plane |
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| Putting on a show to 80's jams |
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| Biker dude |
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