Tyler turns 2 months old tomorrow. How I wish it were 2 years! He's a bit overwhelmed by the world right now. He has his cute, smiling moments (pictured) immediately followed by inconsolably crying himself into a fitful nap. And that continues all day long.
But, as my currently favorite mantra goes, "Everything is temporary...this, too, shall pass!" And in no time, we'll have some breathing room again.
Luckily (and with some antibiotics), Danny is feeling much better and has been a shining light through the whole situation. He was such great helper yesterday when I had to bring the boys around town for some business errands and Tyler screamed his head off the whole time. Once, in the car, he said to Tyler, "It's OK, Baby Tyler. ALLLL-most there..." It broke my heart! Then, at the post office, Danny agreed to carry a box that was nearly bigger than him so that I could grab Tyler in the car seat. We got part of the way inside and he said, "Mommy, heavy! I don't like carrying a box." I encouraged him to try a little harder and then realized that this poor kid has done enough for me! What is he, my personal assistant?
And there's more insanity at night. Since Danny got sick, Mark's been sleeping in the guest room (soon to be Tyler's room) so he can listen for Danny at night. Tyler's been sleeping with me in the master bedroom, either in his swing (on really rough nights) or next to me on our bed in his sleep positioner. Only since I got Danny's cold, I've been coughing a lot at night and waking Tyler up. So I've been getting up when I think I'm going to start coughing, and running out of the room. Then I find myself sleeping in the living room curled up with the baby monitor. I realized how insane this was the other night when it struck me, "I'm on the couch, Mark's in the guest bed and Tyler is sleeping peacefully in OUR bed. Who's in charge here?!"
So we'll be transitioning Tyler into his crib this weekend. Whether he wants to or not.
Everyone talks about cherishing these "baby days" because you'll miss them when they're gone. Oh, really? All I keep thinking is, this is THE LAST time I'll have to ... be pregnant, be in labor, push out a 10 lb baby, change 15 diapers in one day, nurse a baby while keeping a toddler happy, the list goes on! I've been watching Michael Phelps with pure admiration thinking, "Now there's a kid who really knows how to pay back his mom for all her hard work!"
Oh, darn. Remember when Danny's birthday notes were filled with loving, happy messages? I'll have to work on that. Seriously, Tyler, you're the best and I wouldn't trade you for the world. Plus, you're lucky you're so darn cute.
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