Thursday, February 6, 2014

Funny Boy

Once again, you are sick as can be. I guess I should not be surprised since your Dad and brothers all had a cold last week. It was only a matter of time. You have a bad cough and I hope this passes quickly. You keep sneezing which is something you have never really done before. Tonight at dinner you got very mad at me for squirting saline in your nose:

I can't say I blame you. It is not fun but I need you to be able to breathe. I tried sucking the snot out of you but you screamed your little head off and refused to let me do it. I hope it comes out on its own and you don't have massive stuffiness. 

Although you are really sick, you were pretty good today. The past few days you have been much better behaved. You make me laugh all the time. Today you were Mr. Chatty putting words together. One time I asked you if you pooped. You looked at me, shook your head up and down and said, "Yes, I did. I pooped." Creating sentences is something new for you and today you said a lot of them. When I told you that you were being a good boy you said, "I'm good. I'm nice." You also found a tissue on the floor, informed me that it was "more trash" then took it over to the trash can and threw it away. Although you can be quite the challenge, you are so much fun. I love your personality and the person you have become. You get SO excited about the smallest things and I admire that about you. It does not surprise me because your Daddy is the same way. I just wish you did not get excited about things like dog food. You go into the laundry room, take pieces of it, put it in your mouth and then tell me it is Mickey's food and that "it's good. Mmmmmm." 

In other news, you took your first real steps on Saturday! Daddy told you to stand up and in the middle of the floor, you got up and walked to us and your brothers. You did this all weekend but you have had no interest since then. You started physical therapy on Monday. Your therapist's name is Barbara and she kept saying how adorable you are. I would have to agree. She noticed your feet roll inwards and that you have low muscle tone. We are not sure if it is because you were breech or because of genetics. We had to get you orthotics for your shoes and you are supposed to wear shoes all the time. We went to the mall last night and got you new shoes. You were trying to figure out how to walk in them but Daddy had to help you. SO cute!

You were far more interested in the balloon they gave you. Today you were excited when I told you I needed to get your shoes. You asked me, "new shoes?" then told me you wanted them on.

I may have said this before, but I should probably stop keeping track of the things you say. You talk all the time, and you are a little parrot. You repeat everything we say. I keep trying to write it all down but you do so many new things every day that I might need to give up that task.

I love you sweet boy. I hope you feel better soon!

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