I'm terrible at comparing children to children. I do it almost daily. I talk to the daycare about what Nolan's "friends" can do compared to him. And normally my conclusion is that Nolan is behind. Nolan has been behind since he was born. He was born a month early so it's understandable. And obviously I do have a college degree in child development and you think that would deter my comparisons, but it doesn't. I know that all children develop at different rates. I'm tired of hearing that from people that I should stop worrying and every child does things differently. I KNOW! But do you think that makes me feel better? NO! I just read a blog of someone from my mommies group and their child is about three weeks older than Nolan. Yes that is a lot of time for Nolan to get better at his milestones this month but her kid is basically doing back flips around the house and it's annoying. This damn kid has two teeth, gerber puffs (with excellent chewing ability), and is crawling like a maniac! This child's parents are upset that she is not yet fully standing up yet. And to top it all off...SHE DANCES!

That's it! When Nolan wakes up from his nap we are shopping for dentures (how about my kid has an entire set of teeth, neiner) and Nolan will be eating a steak for dinner tonight. Chew! Chew! Chew!


Not in my house...

Ever since Nolan went to the ER a week ago (did I blog that? I meant to...) he has had terrible sleep issues. We were at the ER from 1am to 7:30am which clearly Nolan is normally asleep at those times. Nolan was awake the entire time so of course when we got home he basically slept the entire day, was up for a couple of hours and then went back to sleep for the entire night. Well....now it's not going so well. My little sleep monster has always slept really well for us and as of lately goes to sleep around 9pm and wakes up around 7:30 every morning, eats a bottle, and then goes back to sleep for about two hours. Last night Dennis put Nolan to bed somewhere around 8-9pm and around 10pm the dog (the annoying, smelly, rude basset hound) barked and Nolan woke up.  This might not be entirely weird to most people but the sleep monster can sleep through anything, garage door opening, doorbell, dogs barking, tvs, creaking of the floors, a jet taking off from his room...you know the normal sounds in a house. It's weird that he was woken up by a bark. So he woke up and Dennis tells me Nolan absolutely freaked out and was completely inconsolable. [no I wasn't home because my work hates me]. Dennis finally got him back to sleep and I come home around 11pm and come upstairs for bed around midnight...I was as quiet as a mouse. Nolan starts whining. Nolan goes back to bed. Ten minutes later, Nolan whines and then softly cries. Five minutes later...all hell breaks loose. No really it wasn't that bad but he did start actively crying. He cried for about five minutes and then went back to sleep. Clearly...this isn't that bad but I think Dennis and I are in for trouble soon. I feel like Nolan will begin waking up through the night at any moment. Dennis and I will pay for having a kid that sleeps through the night at 6 weeks. I'm positively sure of it. Karma?

On a side note...Nolan is getting better. No fever. Terrible cough. Congestion. Oh and he doesn't eat that much so clearly that worries me. Oh...lets not forget about the throwing up. Over the weekend Nolan threw up through his mouth and nose without even moving, at the same time. He just looked around like what is this stuff coming out of me and why is it shoot across me. Why am I wet? We were at Target at the time and Dennis was off doing something else so of course I freaked out and quickly got Nolan out of the car seat (all 20 buckles you have to go through to get to the kid!) and by that time his nose and mouth had shut down shop for the day. They definitely left a a little gift on Nolan's clothes, car seat, blanket, and of course myself!


Papaw and Grandma J

So this past week Dennis' dad and step mom came to visit. It was so much fun, activities during the day, family dinners, many firsts for Nolan, and nightly Olympics! Well...it's not like I'm a huge Olympic person, especially for winter games, but it wasn't hard to get into them! My main purpose for watching was to get some laughs from people falling, rolling down a mountain, hitting a flag, or landing their ass on the cold ice! Yeah I know. I suck.

Monday: I had to work, booo! Dennis and his parents took Nolan to the beach, his first time ever! They also stopped at a birding trail and saw a couple 6 ft alligators.

Tuesday: I was off, hooray! We went to Sarasota to see Karen's family there and then stopped off at my dad's on the way home. Way too much food was consumed today.

Wednesday: BLUE SPRINGS!!! Dennis and I fell in love with this spring last year but we went during the summer so there were no manatees. Dennis' main goal in life was to see manatees. During one of the colder days this winter we found out they had 300 that day and Dennis was bummed because we were going to go that day but he ended up going in to work instead. When we got there the sign said "Manatee count today: 112". Dennis was instantly giddy like a school girl. Lots of manatees, another first for Nolan.

Thursday: I went back to work and the family left in the morning. Bummer!

Now it's Friday, I'm home with a sick baby. I blame the beach on Monday. It was especially cold that day, I'm sure of it. Besides...it couldn't have been any of the days that I was present. I wouldn't let my son get a COLD! Or it might have something to do with the fact that I may be a TAD jealous of the individuals who were able to go to the beach on Monday. Regardless...my son's cold is their fault!


My pants...on the floor.

It's happened. My house is in complete chaos. I work so much I feel like I haven't seen my son in days and when I do he has gained about 20lbs and looks like an older gentleman. I'm tired. I'm stressed. I have stuff thrown A L L over my house and that is NOT an exaggeration. I have dishes upstairs where there does not seem to be a dishwasher. I have dirty clothes downstairs where there does not seem to be a washing machine. My dryer has "ghetto-ed" out on me and I now have to move the button in all different directions to even get clothes dry. Things have been so insane this past week...I actually came home from working all night last night (as in over night) that when I came home at 10 am to change out of my jeans from the night and into my work pants so that I could go to court. I was in such a rush I found a pair of my work pants on the floor, crumpled up. Yep, it happened. I put them on, wore them to work, and then wore them to court.

I haven't been on the computer in weeks so here is my monthly update. Who knows when I'll be back. Maybe when I return I will be able to report that I now have a dish washer upstairs and a clothes washer downstairs.