I guess I only feel compelled to post when I’m feeling whiney and otherwise I’m MIA? Oops, sorry. All in all we’ve had a really lovely Christmas season! Everyone seems to be healthy, the travel was arduous (because it was travel) but it went smoothly. We had a fantastic time seeing family in Florida and being OUTSIDE. I could write a novel on the joy that was running outside, playing in the dirt, going in the backyard barefoot, etc etc. Also the family part, that was really the best.
An interesting side note, because I have to complain in here somehow, I would like to debunk another parenting myth (at least so far as it applies to my special child.) I’ve heard so many people say the more you travel with kids when they are young the better travelers they will be when they are older. It is impossible to have traveled more than we did with B. We took 2 trips a month his first year and closer to one per month his second year. Now that he finally has the words to adequately complain, he spent a good hour, at least, before bed every night crying and asking to go home. Then he systematically asked for every book and animal we left at home, melting down every time he was told we didn’t have the item with us. Once he gave up on small objects, he simply declared he didn’t want to sleep in the “green bed” (the bed where we were staying had a green blanket). As a baby he was fine all day on trips and screamed his head off all night so maybe he was trying to tell us this even back then. My baby is a homebody.
ANYWAYS, then we got home safely and had a wonderful 2nd Christmas with my mom. By the end of this present-fest B had figured it out. He walked up to every package and said, “Maybe this one is a toy!” He didn’t want to waste his time with any non-toy packages.
Now we are looking forward to celebrating Brazilian New Years (which is to say several hours early and going to bed) and working on our last Christmas gift to ourselves- turning our storage room into a home gym. I think at this point in my pregnancy with B I was obsessing over crib sheets and nursery decals. Sorry #2, I love you I’m just more realistic this time and have basically emptied the contents of the storage room into your room to make space for a treadmill. You will sleep in our room forever and I will only stay sane if I can exercise so really everybody wins!
And finally, as everyone’s eyes glaze over at this epic post, a pseudo-pregnancy update. I don’t remember how many weeks I am and haven’t taken a pic anyways. However, I went for an OB check up today and B came for the first time (he usually stays home with my mom.) The doc took out the Doppler to check the baby’s heartbeat and apparently B thought it looked like an electric shaver because he exclaimed, “The baby is getting a haircut!”