Someone remind me that this phase doesn’t last forever. I don’t remember three being this hard with Ian. Ollie is nothing but a smaller version Taz from the Looney Tunes some days. He is going a million miles an hour from the moment he wakes to the moment he passes out. He used to go to sleep so easily, most nights he is screaming until he passes out. The Other night he wanted in mine and Casey’s bed (something that doesn’t happen unless your sick) so badly that he cried in the hall way outside our door (which was open) until he passed out. I am at a loss, somedays are great but oh man the majority, I feel like I am drowning. How do I handle this with out losing my mind?
I really want to shout dirty words at you til I am blue in the face. You came in my house and you affected of all people the baby (not that he is a true baby).
Poor Casey can’t even move his legs.
Not only is Ollie sick but he has been sleeping in our bed while sick, so Casey and I are lacking sleep. So we have been awake from toddler sleep antics and him waking up with his fever coming back. I am ready to be back to normal.
You entered our lives in a room filled with love and loved ones.
One month in we couldn’t remember life with out you. You were our missing puzzle piece.
Two months flew bye and your personality started to emerge. The most mellow lovable blued eye boy, you went with the flow.
Three months in and we were settling in, we had routine and you didn’t like it messed with.
The fourth month came and with came your first Christmas. You handled the chaos of it all like a champ.
Your fifth month brought with it a new year and you started sitting up all on your own.
With month six you started scooting and teething not that any teeth appeared.
Month 7, your mobility started improving.
Month 8 spring arrived and with that came a fully mobile baby. Still no teeth.
Month 9 still no teeth, crawling was a skill mastered. With still no sign of walking.
Month 10, you had dinner with a lady friend 😉 You still weren’t walking and not a teeth one.
Month 11 your brother broke his leg and you were so worried about him. It was the first time I noticed how much you cared about him. Still no walking or teeth.
12 months have past, one year. Where has this past year gone? Still no teeth, you are standing but still not walking.
Oh my blued boy, you swooped into this world and stole my heart. I hope you continue to be a caring sweet boy for all your years.
I hope that as they grow older that they stay as close as they are now. I know that it won’t always be easy for them, that they will fight. I know eventually fist will fly, but I hope in the end they will always have each others backs. I want to teach them that they are the best friends they will ever have.
I don’t remember it being so hard with Ian. Ollie on the other hand isn’t really interested, we have tried everything water, milk, juice (yes we did, judge away 2 oz is not going to kill him).
Now he can and will fake it. He might even take a drink or two. Then he just hauls it around like it a favorite old toy.
We have tried both soft spout and hard. No we haven’t tried the straw kind mainly because I hate cleaning them.
So mama’s any tips to help me get him to drink from a sippy cup?