Plagued

I'm sick. Not just a sniffle, not just a little cough but full blown someone kill me now sick.

# of days feeling like hell: 4
# of hours spent in the office: almost 4
number of hours spent working on the couch when I should be resting: about 30
# of times my amazing husband has done something to keep this little family afloat while the mommy is out of commission: 87298732948273498273

I seriously don't know what I would do without this wonderful man by my side. Without a peep he has gotten the D meister up, dressed and to daycare everyday. Without a peep he has kept the child entertained without video intervention at night, bathed him, dressed him and made sure he stays in bed after the 15th time the boy asks to get up to go poopy.

He has also made me soup and tried to get me to eat other things even though I don't want much of anything. Flus are really the best diet, aren't they?

Thank you, my love, for keeping our little house running. I promise you, there will be a day of sleeping in, indulgent cooking by the wife and some R&R with a horrid sci-fi flick of your choice. That day will come soon.

A weekend away

D-

This last weekend your daddy and I left you with your babulya and deda for 3 nights. I must tell you child, I missed you terribly. I miss you differently than I missed you before. It used to be that I would worry and wonder if you were ok. I used to wonder if you were accepting the things I normally do for you from someone else, even though that someone else raised me and loves you to pieces.

I don't so much worry about that anymore. Now I miss my hugs, I miss my snuggles, I miss singing together, I miss talking to you. Having a conversation with the most interesting, hilarrious, little person on earth. You aren't just a babe anymore, my little Mr. D. You are a real person now. One with opinions, a lot of them, and thoughts and imagination and intellect and emotion and wonder and curiousity and and and. There are not enough words in the English language for me to possibly express how I feel about you and all the wonderful aspects of your personality.

You, child, are my heart, my soul, my everything. I sometimes wonder how I will possibly love another little soul like I love you. Then I think back to a time when I didn't have you. A time that is almost impossible to remember. I never knew I could love someone that way I love your daddy. Wholy, unconditionally. Then you were born and I found out what love really means. I know I will have the same wonderful wave of emotion someday when we have another little person to love. (before I get emails from friends, I am NOT pregnant)

So know, baby, that everytime we leave we will be back. I love you to pieces and without you I am no longer whole.

Also know, that as much as your daddy and I love being your parents, every now and then we need to get away. It's makes us better partners, better people and better parents.

I love you D!

Head Strong and Beautiful

Last night my child showed me just how stubborn he really is. I had the audacity to try to get him to eat one teeny, tiny piece of cauliflower smothered in cheese. The following is a list of things D chose to do because he would not have a bite of cauliflower:

Not finish watching the Story Book Factory (the 3rd installment of the Letter Factory series)
Not have a chocolate chip cookie
Not watch anything
Have a time out - the child actually said, No, I don't want cauliflower, I want a time out.

Seriously, there was hardly enough food on the fork to even taste it. He did put it in his mouth once only to spit it out on contact. I don't know how to get through to him to get him to taste things. Nothing works. The couple of times he has chosen to give something a shot, he has liked it. Doesn't matter who eats it, doesn't matter how many times we make exaggerated "mmmm this is so good" sounds. He just won't. And when he decides he won't do something, the kid sticks to his guns.

I'm so proud I could burst.

Rather than looking at how infuriating his behavior was, I look at the strength it takes to behave in such a manner. Most kids would give in and have a bite of the food since it's their ticket to what they want. Not mine. He's strong, beautiful, smart, kind, sassy, loving, polite, silly, considerate and the most fun child I could ever imagine. What could possibly be better?

Heat wave

Things have been pretty uneventful in our little house lately. We've continued the hell that is home improvement with the project that has no end. For the sake of our sanity, and marriage, Big D has chosen (maybe he was nudged just a little) to do a lot of the work on his own. I have some control issues, you're all shocked, I know, and he gets quite annoyed with me when I try to control.

Other than the house, we have been relatively peaceful and without incident. No stitches, no hospital stays, no vomiting. All in all, it's been nice.

What hasn't been nice is this damn heat. Anyone who knows me knows that I hate the heat. I hate have to strip down to nothing to finally feel cool. I hate having to shave everything all the time to be able to dress appropriately. Most of all I hate sweating. I'm a sweater. I actually pay almost 30 bucks a pop for deodorant to avoid sweating. It's the reason I absolutely hate working out. I hate to sweat. Thankfully, it seems like the heat wave has broken and we can once again step foot outside without instantly breaking into a sweat.