Still sick around here. Seth has a clear runny nose, but he's also drooling, so I think he's teething. The only one cranky is me, so that's a great thing.
If you want to feel awesome about what made your honey for Valentine's Day dinner last night, I can help. I'd thawed the beef for stew, but the thought of eating it made me want to gag. All I wanted to eat was.... Kraft mac n' cheese and hot dogs I bought at the dollar store. (No, they hadn't expired, it's a local company that has lots of leftovers sometimes.) Exactly what my stomach wanted, David likes it, and Seth had his first taste of hot dog. He loved it. But not such a romantic dinner.
I love, love, love my man, especially when I'm sick. Have you ever noticed that your spouse looks so much better to you when you feel crummy and they're doing the dishes? =) David's gentleness and thoughtfulness are two of the character traits that most attracted me to him. Yesterday was one of those days when I could hardly believe my good fortune that God gave me a man that is so much better than I deserve.
Last night, as I lay on my back with the snot draining away (hey, you know you might get this when you read here), I put my hand on his stomach, and he put his hand on top of mine. We lay there dozing, me so thankful for his presence when I'm sick, and him falling asleep and the pressure of his hand getting heavier and heavier on mine as he fell asleep until my hand went numb and I had to pull it away. It was wonderful... in a sick, low key kind of way. Ahh, married bliss.
For some reason, when I'm sick, I feel the need to prove to myself that I can be productive, so I'm sometimes more productive than when I'm well. So Sarah and Amanda, you're both getting packages in the mail. Sarah, yours is a pregnancy care package, and Amanda, yours is the stuff you left here over a month ago with a little somethin' somethin' there as well. We're hitting the post office, and I'm finally going to get those thank you notes from Seth's party mailed as well. Less than a month; that's pretty good for me.
I finally made Seth a 12 month doctor's appointment. I've been dreading the checklist in the waiting room, so I've been putting it off until now. "Is your baby crawling on his hands and knees? "No." "Pulling up?" "No." "Able to get from the floor to sitting up on his own?" "No." Can you see why I think this is going to be fun? I have a really great, low key doctor that I like, and I got an appointment with him. Maybe he'll give me some new exercises or tips I can try with Seth.
But what do you do with a baby who won't stay on his stomach on the floor for longer than 10 minutes at time without giving up and crying into the carpet? I guess I'm afraid that they're going to want me to get him a therapist or something, and I don't think it's time for that yet. He feeds himself, he talks up a storm, he loves his shape sorter and his books and to push buttons. He knows how to ask for "more" in sign language now, and yesterday, he said "done" when he was sitting there with food on his plate and he hadn't touched it for a bit. But my doctor won't be able to see those things in a 10 minute appointment. Please pray for me; I'm a novice mommy, and I don't really know what to do. The appointment is next Friday at 8:30 a.m.
Well, better run get a shower and a decongestant. Have a great weekend!