Y’all, all I want to do is stay at home, wear pajamas, and watch Netflix all day. Somehow I never seem to accomplish that. Sure it may not be a profound life goal, but it’s a goal nonetheless. I almost didn’t blog this week, but we’re at WEEK 51! Eli is legitimately one year old in, oh, 4 days. No big deal.
On the sleeping front…I’m so tired I literally had a dream about trying to take a nap and being constantly interrupted. The irony was that the dream itself was interrupted by having to wake up to take care of Eli. He is feeling miserable today. He spiked a fever last night and we took him in this morning for a checkup, since he’s already on antibiotics for his ear infection. He has a 103.5 fever and some random virus that has terrible timing. It is not fun being helpless and watching him suffer through the pain. So on that note- let’s make this short and sweet.
Week 51
I fell onto the bookshelf while I was cruising one day and wound up with a Tommy Boy-esque bruise right across my cheek. I can finally reach door knobs and have been trying to figure out what, exactly, they do. I sneak toilet paper any chance I get so I can tear it up into little pieces. I can sign “eat” and “more” and I’m making progress on using my spoon on my own, thought I definitely need more practice. I like to play with mom’s necklaces that dangle from her vanity and I weigh 21 lbs 11 oz.
Have a great rest of the week! Wish me luck in getting it together.
-Shantel
On the sleeping front…I’m so tired I literally had a dream about trying to take a nap and being constantly interrupted. The irony was that the dream itself was interrupted by having to wake up to take care of Eli. He is feeling miserable today. He spiked a fever last night and we took him in this morning for a checkup, since he’s already on antibiotics for his ear infection. He has a 103.5 fever and some random virus that has terrible timing. It is not fun being helpless and watching him suffer through the pain. So on that note- let’s make this short and sweet.
Week 51
I fell onto the bookshelf while I was cruising one day and wound up with a Tommy Boy-esque bruise right across my cheek. I can finally reach door knobs and have been trying to figure out what, exactly, they do. I sneak toilet paper any chance I get so I can tear it up into little pieces. I can sign “eat” and “more” and I’m making progress on using my spoon on my own, thought I definitely need more practice. I like to play with mom’s necklaces that dangle from her vanity and I weigh 21 lbs 11 oz.
Have a great rest of the week! Wish me luck in getting it together.
-Shantel
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