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Kellen was sitting on the fireplace ledge, and Isla climbed on his shoulders. He said mournfully, "I just wanted to rest." So Isla grabs his mouth, moving it like he's a puppet, and says in a terrible Kellen impression, "I will rest when I'm dead." Then Ian climbed into the fireplace.
Ian's first official non-parent name word is "dog." Not surprising given that Pippin is his favorite person in the house.
I'm home with Ian today because he's got pink eye. He got a little fussy after lunch so we're hanging out in the most exotic place in the world: the garage. His [red watery] eyes are the size of dinner plates, and he keeps talking to the dryer.
Ian is walking about 75% of the time at this point. He’d probably be walking more if Isla weren’t constantly knocking him down by getting in his business. He’s going to have to start wearing real shoes all the time. He just turned 10 months on Saturday.
Ian’s awkward booty dancing is the only thing getting me through this month.
This is Ian’s last week at his daycare center. Of course, 2 of those days we were called to pick him up early because he was running a fever. The remaining 3 he couldn’t attend at all. Which pretty much sums up our entire experience with daycare. I feel like we pay a crap ton of money for him not to be there half the time because as soon as he goes back, he gets sick with something else.
It also seems like every time his sleep (and thus our sleep) starts to get back to something reasonable, he gets sick again, and we’re back to newborn sleep schedules. It is wearing to the bone, and almost impossible to function at work on a few nights of 4 hours of sleep. Not to mention how scary it is when he does get sick.
I’m really frustrated with the whole situation. He starts going to a lady’s house next week. I have a whole different set of fears around that, but I’m hoping at least he won’t be getting sick as much.
For a quick non-illness related Ian update: he’s sitting up, rolling around, able to kind of scoot himself around (although not generally in the direction he wants to go), and is really, really into food. When we go out to eat, he sits and watches us eating, smacking his lips and reaching for our food. We’ve got to start doing a better job of remembering to do solids with him, particularly bringing stuff for him to eat when we go out, but it always manages to slip our minds. Poor second babies.
The non-sad sob update:
1) Ian has been sick for basically 2 months. The last month he’s had a horrible cough and an ear infection. We’ve been in and out of doctor’s offices and the ER. He’s not sleeping well. We’re having to do breathing treatments every night. It’s been really challenging, emotionally and physically.
2) Kellen is in the process of getting a new job. He has one offer already and should have another today. He will be making substantially more money.
3) The result is, I put in 30 days notice at Ian’s daycare yesterday. A girl I met through our VBAC/birthing classes and discovered after the fact that we were in the same sorority in college (I wasn’t very active when she joined) saw my post on a FB mom’s group. She’s a SAHM and looking to make a little extra cash. We’re going to go from paying $1500/month to $2000/month for total childcare, but I think it will be worth it if it means Ian might finally get well.
4) My job is going really well. I hate the commute. I hate how little time I get with the kids in the evening and what a wreck my house is all the time, because I’m not home during the day to do little things here and there. But I really like my job. The work is good, they’re really great to families, I like my team. The commute is a big drawback, and I have taken a pretty significant step back in my career, but I feel like there’s a lot of room for growth for me here. I see the people who’ve been here 10 years, and I can easily see myself being here that long.
5) I just wish we could move closer. But we can’t unless Kellen strikes it rich, because central Austin housing prices are outrageous.
