Pardon my french but I can not resist but saying anything but Holy Shit! Please excuse the delay in my post but quite frankly we have had not just one month, but almost three months of hell here in the beautiful land of Auburn Hills. Now don't get me wrong, this does not mean that I love my son any less, but our dear Lord above decided to curse this house with one infection after another this winter!!!! Sam has literally been sick since Thanksgiving. He's been tested twice for RSV, chest xray for pnemonia, and pertussis all with negative results thankfully. However he has had this constant rattling in his chest and cough and the Doc had referred us to a Pulmonologist. I can say as of today I have canceled this appointment as we have had 3 days of health so I'm staying positive.
On top of all this fun, in the past week, our precious dog ate our carpet, then got in the cat box which always results in some disgusting bowel movements, and I was wiped out with another cold. I've been fighting it now for at least a week but appear to be on the tail end of things. With hopes to put this all behind us, I have literally washed everything in this house that can be washed: coats, gloves, sheets, blankets, teething rings, stuffed animals. Then moved onto cleaning the house from top to bottom and opening the windows with this beautiful 60 degree weather. It's like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
Now that that's off my chest another Holy Shit my son is just about to crawl! Brant is betting by the end of the week but I'll give him a couple. He's become quite the Roly Poly and now that the doc has finally put him on Zantac for his reflux he's become like a new little boy. I mean this little guy thinks just about anything is funny and is full of energy. He's also grown fond of naps too which is a new concept for us. Having a couple of hours during the day for some downtime is really nice I gotta admit. We also have two new little teeth in the house to accomodate that precious little smile. Those, I believe, have been part of the recent fussiness but you know, that's all behind us and there's nothing but some good family fun ahead.
Brant and I have definitely grown a new found respect for parents. Everyone always tells us the first 3-6 months are the hardest and you just have to survive them. I can honestly say the past six months have been some wild and crazy roller coaster ride. There are twists and rolls that leave butterflies in your stomach, but then that horrible dark tunnel that you never think is going to end and leaves you puking over the side. But you come out on the other side and the ride comes to an end as your coast in with the sun shining on your face and the breeze blowing in your hair. We freaking survived it! Hell Yeah! Everything I truely believe is going to be a peice of cake from this day forward and we are going to have the time of our lives. Until we're hopefully blessed with another little bundle of joy and we can muster up enough energy to do this again.
Here's "Tons of Fun" working his mo-jo.......and Sam-man doing his thing :)
*(ba ha ha, sorry Brant, couldn't resist)
*Stayed tuned for the cutest pic's that you have ever seen
