all because mom said so (and she's probably right)
not that what I say means much, but I guess it's good to be careful...
I had a meeting last night and didn't get home until well after 9. Otto was waiting up for me. I walked in the door and his face lit up, little legs scurrying to get across the kitchen floor as fast as possible so I could pick him up and hug him and kiss his cheek. It makes me feel I'm doing something right with this whole "mom" thing, despite our sometimes crazy schedules and days apart.
He's been sick the past several days with a cold and nasty croup-like cough that gets us all up at night. Last night was the first night we've slept through in about a week -- he woke up at 3 fussing, but went back to sleep on his own.
Maybe the itty bitty bite of chocolate chip cookie he had helped him sleep. Jon's been craving cookies and I've been neglecting my baking, so he made some himself last night. I was still hugging Otto when I picked one up to taste-test. Naturally Otto was interested. So I let him nibble a tiny nibble off the end of mine.
OH, BOY, did he like that. He tasted it and really thought about it for a minute, watching while I took another bite. Then he nibbled just a little again and practically smacked his lips. A whole new food world spread itself out before his eyes. I could practically see the wheels turning in his adorable, round little head. Toast? Schmoast! Gimme chocolate! Yogurt? Bogurt! Gimme chocolate!
I had to wipe a smear of chocolate off his chin when we headed upstairs to go to bed. We may have created a cookie monster last night. According to his father it's both inherited and inevitable, which gives me some comfort.
At least they were homemade. Right?
This week we figured out that when Otto says "ba ba" he's often asking for his dad. Dada/Baba, tomayto/tomahto. Ba ba was an all-purpose noise for awhile but it seems he's using it more specifically now.
Tonight we followed the usual bedtime routine at the usual time. Instead of settling down to sleep, though, Otto cried. He cried for more than 2 minutes, which is my personal limit, so I went up to his room and turned on the lamp. He was sitting up in his crib, back to the room, crying crying crying.
I picked him up and sat in the big chair to see if he'd settle down. He fussed for a few more minutes and finally said "Baba" at the same time I heard Jon on the stairs. He came into the room and Otto reached for him -- I said "he's asking for you."
When I checked on them a few minutes later they were snuggled in the big chair, lights out, and Otto had his head down on his baba's shoulder.
I guess sometimes a boy just needs his baba.
It's been a snowy and very cold day. We haven't ventured out, except for my quick walk with Jake tonight.
So we've been homebodies. Jon made a stuffed turkey breast for dinner, with mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce and green beans. And I made pie, of course. Otto ate some of everything!
Here he is having his pie. (movie - might take awhile to download).
And then we worked it off by walking. Otto can walk behind his little car now -- and he's pretty steady! I wonder if he'll be walking unassisted by Christmas?
Movie of Otto walking with his car .
He took his bath early and was in bed by 8. I guess Thanksgiving wore him out! And now it's time for me to watch the Apprentice, crawl under our down duvet and snuggle in to sleep myself.
Hope your turkey day was a good one. Happy Thanksgiving!
I couldn't find my Merrells this morning. Did I throw them out last winter, thinking I'd get new ones this year? I can't remember. This is bad, because I need them now.
It's snowing--probably 3 inches today, more tomorrow. I layered Otto in sweater and sweatshirt, hat and mittens for the 5-minute drive to day care. On my way to work I kept slipping and sliding and "steering into the skid." Not even AWD could keep me headed in a straight line in some spots. The sand/salt trucks hadn't been out yet and my long drive to work stretched even longer. I kept thinking, "and it's only November." Last year we were still getting snow in April.
Winter looms ahead.
Jon lost his Grandma Sturm last weekend. Losing his Uncle Jamey, his grandma -- and Jamie leaving for Iraq -- it's been a rough year for him and his family.
So tomorrow will be a quiet day for us. We'll go to Illinois next weekend for Grandma's memorial service. And then we'll look ahead to Christmas and Otto's first birthday.
But I think it's going to be a long winter this year.
I am home home home!
When I got home last night Otto spent about 30 minutes saying mamamama and hanging onto my legs (when I wasn't hanging onto him). Jon collapsed onto the sofa in relief. It's good to feel loved, hey? I flew home - I made it in 5 hours, including a break, which is pretty good.
Today, tomorrow, Wednesday I work. And at some point I need to go buy a Thanksgiving-appropriate turkey-like thing to make Thursday.
Because, sadly, this year will be the first year in 10 years that we're not in Iowa for turkey day.
Mom and Herb will be in Austin with Jamie, who ships out Friday for a year in Iraq.
We wanted to go too, but Jon's still trying to build his PTO up from daddy leave, tickets were outrageously expensive, and Otto's ears acted up. It just wasn't in the cards.
So, this means I'll be cooking my first ever Thanksgiving meal as a grown-up married person.
Menu suggestions, anyone?
I don't think that we need a 12-lb turkey, no matter what Martha says. Instead I think I'll stop at Trader Joe's to see if they have any stuffed turkey breasts. And ham. Jon has requested ham. My mom might come over - she's working in Kalamazoo and has Thursday off. She's in Colorado right now with my brother and the gang, so we'll see if she still wants to road trip after she gets back.
The baby formerly known as Hambone will be having turkey dinner right along with us, of course. It's so fun to feed him new stuff... can't wait to see him try pumpkin pie which he should, by all indications, adore.
Greetings from Indiana!
I'm at Amanda's this weekend, admiring Hallie, entertaining Liam, and trying to be of general assistance to people with an 18 month old and a newborn. Hallie is so cute... it's true that you forget how tiny they start out, though. She seems so itty bitty when really she's no smaller than Otto was. I swear, sleep deprivation drives that memory straight out of your head. It did mine, anyway.
So, Otto and his dad are having a bachelor weekend. And I do mean bachelor... I called this afternoon to see how things were going and found out that they went to lunch at Hooters with Andy and his 1-year old daughter Danielle. Evidently they took pictures. One is of Otto and Danielle sitting together -- on their first "date." I need to have a talk with my son about his choice of first-date restaurants.
Or, rather, maybe I should talk to his father.
Anyway, I miss them tonight. Jon said Otto's been asking for me (he says mamamamamama now when he wants me). Otherwise he's been fine, having a grand time keeping daddy busy. Tomorrow I'm going to be helpful all morning and leave shortly after lunch so I'm home before bedtime.
I miss you Otto - sweet dreams, sugarbear.
Otto has an infection in both ears again. It looked bad enough that my calm, cool, ice-blood-in-her-veins pediatrician said "my my, make sure you give him ibuprofen every 6 hours."
My only clues? He woke up 3 times Monday night, had some eye mattering... otherwise he was playing and eating and happy as a clam. A month or so ago he woke up screaming one night at 2 a.m. and I took him in the next day to have his ears checked -- only to find they were fine. It's one of the more puzzling and frustrating aspects of motherhood, this inability to see inside your child's mind. Or ears, in this case.
We stayed home yesterday and I took advantage of my mom's offer to come stay with him for the afternoon today. Last night he and I slept on the futon sofa in the office - me on my side, him propped up in a sitting position against my arm, snuggled in together so that I could pat him when he woke up wimpering. Jon came in to check on us around 6 and I muttered complete nonsense at him when he asked why we were there. It made sense when I said it -- no sense an hour later when I really woke up. Ah, the effects of sleep deprivation.
Jon had an interview at work yesterday for a new position. He was nervous leading up to it and now he's nervous as he waits to hear about it. He's in Ohio tonight with his boss, too, doing something for the plant there, and while he likes his boss, I can't imagine this trip will be particularly relaxing. Keep your fingers crossed for him.
Winter made a dramatic entrance yesterday with thunderstorms, wicked winds and lots of icy rain. Today it's been snowing (just a bit -- flurries). I'm not quite ready for this yet. I need boots and a long down coat, for one. Hot chocolate mix, for another.
Now I need to get back downstairs to work. Our T1 line has been having all sorts of problems for the past week -- we're up, down, up, down. The connection to our system office and the automation server has been down more than up for the past two days and we have a backlog of books you wouldn't believe. So, I'm going to check books in now. I quite enjoy work like that. It has the added benefit of being suitable activity for someone with less than 5 hours sleep.