Kahlan, I'm really touched that you remembered us and asked how we are going! I've been slammed by work and life this week... A man I used to work with (didn't know him well but he was only 25) died suddenly and his funeral was on Wednesday. Had another man in our church pass away on Tuesday morning (cancer, but still quite sudden and unexpected, he was struck down by an infection) and his funeral was on Thursday. I wasn't able to go to either, so have been feeling fairly sad about that. Throw a nasty situation with a problem student on top, needing to set four tests in the next week (and the horror of marking soon to come!) and I'm just ready to crawl under a rock and hide from the world for a while. But we keep plodding onwards... I just don't get much time to read BB, let alone reply at the moment. Makes me feel a bit lonely and isolated, so it really was nice to be remembered and asked about!
Anyway... Sam is going fantastically. I was starting to get quite worried about his apparent lack of speech (especially when I hear about the super-advance miss E so often! ) But all of a sudden in the last week he has suddenly started repeating sounds to us when we speak to him. It's coming along! He just loves having DH at home and gets to spend a lot of time "helping" daddy maintain the back lawn... He's got a real thing for carrying around random objects and yesterday he chose a broom. A full-size broom, not a toy broom. Unfortunately it caused him to trip and he's got a nasty bruise on his beautiful face, lots of tears last night (from me, too!) but doesn't seem bothered by it today. He's also getting more into the swing of daycare, too. I dropped him off this morning and for the first time I managed to leave without the sound of him crying his little heart out following me to the car. One of the carers took him to the other room to show him some baby chicks. Apparently that was pretty cool, but when he looked up and saw me the tears started again. But I'd already said goodbye so I just stepped out of view and watched him turn straight back to the chicks and stop crying. He seems to love daycare days now - apart from the drop off!
Green - when it comes to FF babies and poo... Sam was an every 4 days like clockwork baby. We stressed a lot about him being constipated and we tried all the tricks, but nothing worked. Then we stopped and thought about it - when he did poo it was still soft, so it wasn't constipation. He just had a 4 day poo cycle. You could just about predict to the hour when he would poo, though! I know they say that FF babies should poo every day, but Sam pretty thoroughly proved that one wrong! When we changed to step 2 formula and introduced solids he slowly moved to once per day. As long as his poo is soft, then don't panic if he doesn't go every day. Is that enough poo talk yet?
Ugh! We have some seriously inconsiderate jerks living over our back fence now. They like to play their music way too loud and we are frequently assaulted by doof doof doof constantly. They've just started up and it just gets way too stressful to stay in the study with that going, so I think I might go turn on a fan (helps make the doof doof less obvious if you drown it in a gentle hum) in the bedroom and try to get some sleep. And I've just remembered that it's Friday and I need to take my methotrexate and that will knock me out pretty thoroughly anyway... but if I don't take it soon I'm likely to spend most of the weekend feeling dreadful.
) But all of a sudden in the last week he has suddenly started repeating sounds to us when we speak to him. It's coming along! He just loves having DH at home and gets to spend a lot of time "helping" daddy maintain the back lawn... He's got a real thing for carrying around random objects and yesterday he chose a broom. A full-size broom, not a toy broom. Unfortunately it caused him to trip and he's got a nasty bruise on his beautiful face, lots of tears last night (from me, too!) but doesn't seem bothered by it today. He's also getting more into the swing of daycare, too. I dropped him off this morning and for the first time I managed to leave without the sound of him crying his little heart out following me to the car. One of the carers took him to the other room to show him some baby chicks. Apparently that was pretty cool, but when he looked up and saw me the tears started again. But I'd already said goodbye so I just stepped out of view and watched him turn straight back to the chicks and stop crying. He seems to love daycare days now - apart from the drop off!
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