Monday, Monday

Today was not looking out to be a very good day. Emmett is teething again, which makes both of us want to shoot ourselves. Poor kid. I think he has it worse than me though. Its funny how you finally figure it out. It takes a day or two of some crappy days (mostly from irritability on his part, and impatience on my part) until it finally dawns on me, and then suddenly I feel sympathy for the poor kid, because of the pain, and because of my impatience with him.

Today I went to put him down for his nap at his usual time, 11:30am. He gladly laid down and I happily walked out of his room anxious for a shower and some me time. That is until I heard him begin to cry about 10 minutes later. I thought "I'll wait and maybe he'll fall back asleep". I was wrong. The crying got louder so I went in and tried to calm him back down, which didn't do the trick. So the teething thing dawned on me, and I gave him some Tylenol and rocked with him in the glider until he fell asleep. Ahh....peace and quiet.

Wrong again. He immediately woke up and started to cry when I laid him in his crib. I gave up and let him out to do whatever he wanted. I thought maybe a 30 minute run-around the house might help him get tired again. Wrong. Skip ahead to 3 HOURS later, and a couple more attempts at laying him in his crib. I was ready to give up and just have him stay up all day long (which he's never done before). This wouldn't be a problem except for 2 things. 1) I NEED a break during the day, this is critical. And 2) When a toddler is up all afternoon long, it doesn't mean they're happy. This toddler in fact, was not happy. He was whiny, sad, needy, and most of all tired. But he simply refused to take a nap. And I couldn't understand why the Tylenol wasn't doing the trick. Well, by 2 oclock, which is his typical lunchtime, and when he's usually waking up from his nap, I plopped some leftover casserole on his high chair tray and went into the other room. I came back a few minutes later, his lunch was eaten, and his eyes like this:

Nothing that a full tummy can't do for a tired little boy.

He didn't even flinch when I went to clean him up.

They sure are cute.

When they're sleeping. ;)

Update on E: 15 months

He is 22lbs, 18th %ile

He is 30 inches tall, 19th %ile

And his head circumference is in the 85 percentile. This kid has a huge noggin.

But that must mean he's got big brains right? I think so, which is why he's turning into such a smarty pants.

He can say about 7-8 words. Momma, Dadda, Jesus (zethus), water (wah-wah), ball (bah), banana (nana), woof-woof (whenever he hears or sees a dog), and doggie (he says "gie").

I try to work with him on picking up new words. This is a hard age when he knows what he wants, but he can't tell me other than pointing and yelling which can be frustrating for both of us. I can't wait until I hear a please and thank you out of him after all this too!

He hates, despises, and gag's at the idea of drinking milk. I've even tried chocolate milk and he acts as if he's eating a lemon as soon as it touches his tongue and he spits it out. His preference for quenching his thirst is always his wah-wah, (even over juice). His Dr. told me to try soy milk, but I think its the creamy taste that he hates so I'm not going to get my hopes up that he'll like it. He has some funny quirks with his eating habits. Another thing I've discovered he hates is macaroni and cheese. I thought all kids liked mac and cheese? I made some for him one day and plopped it on his tray. He gave the "I'm eating a lemon" look and spit it out. So i thought to myself, maybe I'll add something to go with it to get him to start eating and then he'll just gobble the whole thing up, macaroni included. So I added green peas. Guess what he did? He picked out all the green peas and ate them, and left the macaroni. What kid does that?!

He is starting to get the idea of folding his arms to pray. This one will take some time (especially during longer prayers), however just yesterday we told him to fold his arms to get ready to say a prayer and he did it all on his own. Once he got a reaction out of us, he kept doing it over and over. Cutest thing ever.

He's starting to climb onto anything he can. This phase makes me nervous. I don't want to walk in the room one day down the road and see my toddler standing on the countertop or the stove top (which is basically a 2nd counter in our tiny kitchen). But whenever I catch him by surprise standing on something he gets a huge smile and acts as if he's conquered Everest. Yesterday, I was unloading the dishwasher and putting some things away when I hear him say "Wah-wah" so I turned around and he was like this pointing at my glass of water sitting on the counter.

This was the other day at the Dr.'s office stepping on those exam table steps. Like I said before...what he climbs may not be anything big, but either way, he sure feels like he did something pretty spectacular when he does it.

He is starting to mimic us too. Whatever he sees us do, he'll try to do it the same. This morning Mike was heading out the door to go to work. I was sitting on the family room floor watching Emmett run around. Mike bent down and kissed me good bye, as I turned my attention back to Emmett, there he was, his wide-mouth wet kissy face waiting for me to kiss him too, which I gladly accepted.

A Normal Day

I came across a great quote tonight that I thought I'd share. It goes like this:

Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are… Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect Tomorrow. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in my pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.

-Mary Jean Iron

Am I the only one that feels like their life is quite boring? Every day is the same. Every day is normal. Nothing spectacular or glamorous going on around here.

Today I read one of my favorite blogs called CJane Enjoy It. Its about the only one written by someone I don't know, but read regularly. The author is a mother of 1 who lives in Provo. She is an amazing writer and I love to read her posts. Today she wrote about how motherhood can sometimes resemble the idea of Groundhog Day (you know like the movie?)

It was one of my favorite posts. So if your a mom, and feel like your life never changes and all you do is wipe messy mouths, and feed hungry kids, and change messy diapers day after day, this is a post for you.

This quote makes me thankful for all my normal, not so interesting days.

Which is also why I haven't updated in 3 weeks.