Since Mikey had to make a trip to Boston for work, we thought it would be good to bring Emmery along. They left on Wednesday and will return tomorrow, Saturday. We did our best to prepare her, we kept reminding her that she would see Nanny and Pop and Michel and Max. We were a little worried because she is still pretty attached to me, and she really "gets" it now. She knows that if she's going to Boston she will be far away from me. She kept asking me if Marc and I would like to go with them to Boston and I said no, we would stay here in Texas.
On Tuesday morning Emme woke up crying, which she never does. I went up to her room to get her and she was burning up. Her temp was 102.4 or something. So I gave her some Tylenol and brought her into bed with me. She dozed back off and then Marc woke up. I went into his room expecting the same but he was cool as a cucumber. Phew! As soon as the Tylenol kicked in Emmery said, "I feel better mommy." So I figured it was nothing to worry about, she didn't have any other symptoms so I didn't call the doctor. We skipped our play date and just hung out at home.
Wednesday morning we got up super-early to get Mikey and Em to the airport for their 7:30 flight. Mikey said the flight went great, she slept the whole time and woke up in a great mood.
On Thursday Marc and I did some shopping in the morning and then went to the Kingwood Farmer's Market in the afternoon. We also took a walk around the Summerwood Lake (pond).
It's funny how your perspective changes when you're the mom of two. I would definitely say that I'm more laid back now, although I don't think I was that uptight with Emmery. But with your first baby, every single thing is brand new, and it's hard to know what's right and wrong and how well you are doing as a parent. But I've learned to not fret about every parenting decision, and I've also learned that there is way more than one way of doing things, and ALL of them are right!
Now that I just have Marc to take care of, I want to go back in time and just tell myself, "it's okay, you're doing fine.... You CAN do this!"
Marc definitely misses Emmery. When he wakes up from his naps he looks around for her.
I thought for sure he'd be walking by the end of the week. Usually we'll put him on his feet and he'll just lean forward and walk/fall into our arms. But now he's starting to take more time with each step and get his balance. Still though, he really has no interest. I am really impressed by his talking and communication. I don't think Emmery was saying all the stuff he's saying by now. He says uh-oh, hi, dada, mama, tickle-tickle, cheese (for the camera), poop (yes poop! I'll go "Marc, did you go poop?" and he'll say, "POOP!"). He loves to point at things to communicate. Tonight I picked him up in the kitchen and he pointed out into the hallway. I walked that way and he just smiled. He kept pointing until I got to the front door. Then he pointed at the lock so I held him down and he started playing with it, squealing and giggling the whole time. This afternoon I put some little Gerber baby snack thingies on the coffee table for him. I took the container and set it on the counter and was able to clean up a bit while he was occupied. Then I walked over to him and said, "uh-oh, are they all gone? Did you eat them all? Where'd they go?" And he pointed. I had completely forgotten where I had set the container, but he hadn't. He was pointing right at it, sitting on the counter! He knows what he wants and he knows how to get it!!!
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