Well, we survived Christmas! We were supposed to go visit Andy's parents, but the truck broke down shortly after we left. So, that was mostly bad news, but at least happened close to home. After 4 hours of packing, getting things ready, loading up the dogs, getting Brent just at the right time to take a nap, setting the cats up with supplies....we couldn't even think of doing it again in a few days, even if the truck was okay. We were so exhausted that we just came home and crashed.
But it was still a good Christmas. We made the rounds with a little stomach virus. First Brent, then me, then Andy...but it was nothing too terrible. And we were all blessed with gifts and time with loved ones. I still would like for Brent to see his other grandparents soon. He is at such a great age, and I want them to be a part of it.
Since he's been walking, things have just been crazy! He's everywhere, all the time. I don't think he ever ever stops and just relaxes. All evening he just paces the house until he physically can't stand up anymore. He carries toys, he runs down the hallway, he goes and visits Andy, he comes to see what I'm doing, he tries to climb in the tub, he unrolls the toilet paper, he stacks and restacks and restacks again the cans in the kitchen shelves. There is no end, and no beginning. When he gets thirsty, he goes in search of his cup. When he gets tired, he starts to fuss. When he wants read to, he brings me a book. When he wants his shoes, he brings them to me and throws them in my face. And you would think....with all this energy expended...that the LEAST he could do is sleep through the night.
(This is where I take a minute and laugh like a sleep deprived maniac)
Oh no...in fact...we're waking up MORE OFTEN! I didn't think it was possible, but I really shouldn't be surprised. And just when I thought I could handle anything, he starts yelling Mama, mama, mama, mama, mamamamamamamammm and on and on...with his little chubby arms stretched into the sky just waiting to be held...tears of anguish soaking his shirt because all he needs in the whole world is a hug. Yeah...I'm supposed to sleep through that??? So, when I can't stand it another second, I go and lay him back down and offer him some juice (which he throws back at me) and tell him it's time for night-night. And he sobs, knowing that means I'm leaving again. But at least he knows I haven't deserted him, and eventually after a couple times he will exhaust himself out and sleep. At least for a few hours anyway. Go ahead and judge me...I know I've created a monster. But you don't have to hear those cries. They break my heart...every time.
But I'm learning. The more he grows and the more we can communicate, the easier it gets for both of us. We've got a great year ahead of us. I can't wait to get started :)
I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday so far. Happy New Year!!
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