*If you haven't already, click through today and check out my new header. I changed it up in celebration of my 500th post. And also due to the fact that the old header was nearly two years old and I now have twice as many children.
*Miles was up four times last night. Four. 9PM, 11:30PM, 2:00AM, 5:00AM. He's teething, but after all that? Miles woke up with same four teeth he's been sporting for the last six months. I'm pretty sure he's torturing me.
*Oscar refused to go to bed last night. Just refused. He was up until 9, when he woke up Miles. I'm certain the two of them are colluding.
*Nelson is out of town in Nebraska until Thursday. I'm pretty sure he's in on the torture plan as well. Okay, I'm sure he's not in on it at all. In fact he feels really, really bad because the kids always do this to me; they always act out and refuse to sleep and are on their worst behaviors when Nelson is out of town. But, I find it really hard to accept his sympathy when he's a thousand miles away, sleeping in a big bed all by himself, all night long, completely uninterrupted.
*Never before have I even so much as entertained the most fleeting of thoughts that I might like to visit Nebraska but holy crap do I wish I was there right now.
*In all fairness, I should mention that the boys have been mostly good during the daylight hours. They've been playing together really well and we've had a great time. In fact, we all got to take a nap yesterday. Even me! They only show their fangs at night.
*I had a great Valentine's day complete with a sleep in, handmade valentines, and hand made photo magnets (by Oscar, with minimal help from Nelson.) Best Valentine's Day EVER.
*In the area of wins, Oscar's potty training is going really well. He is down to minimal accidents, one every two or three days. I'd say he's making it to the potty about 95% of the time for number one and 80% of the time for number two. Unfortunately he's constipated this week which is a potty training momma's worst nightmare. Regardless, I'm still really proud of his progress and every time he says, "I have to go poop! Hurry! I have to go now!" I'm very proud.
*When we were at the pediatrician's office for Miles the other week, the doctor told me that Oscar (who was with us) speaks as well as a 3 to 3.5 year old. I was shocked. I mean, I know he speaks very clearly but what the hecks do I know about toddler language development? All I really know is Oscar. I'm going to go ahead and credit my excellent parenting for his advance verbal skills.
*Why were we at the doctor for Miles? Well, while I was in the bathroom and he was sleeping (I thought) in bed with Nelson, Miles took a face dive off the bed. Just crawled right off and landed on his FACE. He was bleeding from his mouth and clearly had a fat lower lip. Now, if you have a toddler it's likely they've had a fat lip, so you know they bleed quite a bit, but stop bleeding pretty quickly. Well, Miles did not stop bleeding quickly. He bled, and bled a lot, for an hour and a half. I was starting to freak out when it stopped. I had actually called Nelson twice on his way to work to tell him I though he was going to have to come home so we could take Miles to the ER. Miles seemed fine - he was eating, drinking, laughing, playing - that's why I didn't freak out more quickly. A couple of hours later when we were at Danny's house, Susanne and I noticed some blood spots on Miles's left eye, so we decided to bring him in. He was fine, just banged up. He had a bruised eye, a busted lower lip, and all that bleeding? Well, he'd torn that flap of skin that connects your upper lip to your top gum line. OUCH. The doctor said that it is not an uncommon injury and it heals itself, but it does bleed a lot. No kidding. A week and a half later our little guy is no worse for the wear and we've managed to keep him from launching himself off the bed again.
*Not one to be outdone, Oscar and I were dancing in the kitchen two nights ago and he slipped and caught his cheekbone on his wooden step stool. He's got quite the nasty bruise on his face.
*Miles is talking more and more. His verbal repertoire includes the words: no, hi, bye, uh-oh, ah done (all done), dog, Dada, Mama (only when he's crying), and Ah-ca (Oscar.) Miles will lumber around, arms outstretched, calling, "Ah-ca! Ahhhh-ca!" It's kind of zombie like, but way cuter and I'm pretty sure he doesn't eat brains. He's also finally started walking for real, though he still crawls more than he walks.
*In outrageously cute news the other day, Miles was sitting on the ground playing with monster truck ("Vrroom! Vrroom!") and Oscar sat down beside him and said, "Can I play monster trucks with you Miles?" AND THEN HE DID. Heart, melting.
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