Some days it seems like all I can do to keep up. Other days are much easier. I thought the hard part didn't come till two. Turns out I was beyond wrong.
Patrick will be 18 months on Tuesday. I can't believe how fast the time has gone. He was sitting at five months, crawling at seven, taking steps at 10.5 and running by 12 months and he hasn't stopped since.
He's got all sixteen of his baby teeth in and working on his two year old molars which means that I have not slept in approximately three weeks for more than two hours at a time and theres still no sign that they will be popping through any time soon other than the constant fussiness and the fact that he's drooling enough to fix the water crisis in California.
Up until last week I thought he had delayed speech problems. I was wrong about that too. This week he's learned three new words
Words he says now
Ba - Ball
(and words we've heard occasionally but not often)
Gay-Kate (his babysitter)
Aya - Alek (his brother)
He still doesn't communicate real well but he's trying. Mostly though he knows what he wants and he manages to get it across by pointing, grabbing or just bringing you his cup or something from the pantry which means I want to eat.
Today was "interesting" to say the least. I'm exhausted but mostly from only getting about five hours broken sleep on the couch last night. I was so tired last night. Patrick didn't take an afternoon nap and was amazingly well behaved so I didn't push going to bed and he fell asleep on my lap around 7:40. I fell asleep about 9:00 on the couch and woke up about an hour later just as Kevin was arriving home from his night out with his friends. I went to bed but an hour later when Kevin came to bed, I was still awake. Just as I was falling asleep, somebody (and I won't mention his name but he's about 35 inches and 25 lbs) decided to wake up crying. So DH got up, picked him up and brought him into our room. Now normally this works like a charm but Patrick seemed to have thought that he just woke up from a four hour nap and wasn't about to go back to sleep. So we tossed and turned and kept telling him to lay down for about an hour. Finally I gave in and got the pacifier and that put him to sleep, somewhat restlessly, so I got up and went out onto the couch. This was around 12:40 a.m. I watched some Nick at Nite and some Ace of Cakes on the cooking channel and finally around 2 a.m. drifted off to sleep, only to be awoken by DH a few times having to get drinks or use the bathroom or take a shower to try to get rid of his "non existent hangover" He insists he isn't hungover today, but that I don't beleive one bit. My phone got some incredibly weird message at 3 a.m. that I still don't understand even though I'm fully coherent now from someone I'd never heard of. Something about the stock market and buying now before this opportunity disappears. How these people get my cell phone number I have absolutely no clue. So today I've been kind of walking around in a daze. I did get a little bit of a nap this morning while my darling husband took care of Patrick and I let him take a two hour nap this afternoon. So that helped both of us, but tonight sure just seems to be floating by. I know it's the fourth of July but neither one of us really feels like doing a thing. Around 9:00 we'll go to the park down the street and watch the fireworks but that's going to be it. We're both way to tired and we're both feeling really out of it.
Patrick is normal toddler and driving us up the wall, but I wouldn't change a thing about him, even tonight when I seriously don't know if I'm going to make it back from the park (less than a mile away) without falling asleep. I just hope we all sleep better tonight.
Well we survived the fourth of July. All Patrick really wanted to do was run around. He could have cared less about the lights and sounds. Is it any wonder I'm so tired all the time? He's just now finally fallen asleep and it's 10:00 at night. He's staying up later and later and I hate it. Not only do I need time to myself I need to do things while he's winding down. Kevin absolutely refuses to let me allow him to CIO so most nights I end up in our bedroom fighting a toddler who refuses to sleep.
Patrick has never been what I would consider a really good sleeper. Even in the very beginning when most baby's sleep 18-20 hours a day Patrick got maybe 12-16. He wasn't ever fussy, he just didn't want to sleep. He'd sleep for an hour, be up for an hour and a half, down for an hour, but at night he started sleeping through the night six hours a time at two weeks old. We thought we were blessed. Then teething started and it came early. He started teething at four months, then by five months he had a tooth and the rest of them followed. By his 15 month appointment he had all 16 teeth and is currently working on his two year molars which basically means four nights a week, we don't sleep. It makes for a very tired mommy and daddy.
I found a song he absolutely loves while getting changed, and I'm not sure why. He loves "itsy bitsy spider" but I can only sing it while he's getting changed because if I do it any other time, he looks at me like I'm crazy. Maybe he's right, afterall there is a reason that I haven't tried out for American Idol yet.
Saturday night was hilarious. We went out to dinner with my stepkids and my parents to finally celebrate my dads 60th birthday (five months later). Zack had iced tea which we didn't even think about having caffine in. He got a little bit hyper and loud. We told him to be quieter and Patrick put his finger up to his lips and made the "shh" sound. We all laughed at that so hard.
Patrick is finally sleeping through the night and has been for almost two months now. What a relief. His vocubulary expands on a daily basis. And of course I'm slightly predjudiced but I also think he gets cuter every day.
He's acting more and more like a boy. We've been to Carmel twice this summer. The first time he wanted almost nothing to do with the sand. The second time we went, he loved it. We couldn't keep him on the blanket. The only part he didn't like was getting his hands dirty. It cracks me up that my litle boy is such a clean freak. I certainly wasn't ever like that and I'm still not, even now that I'm 32. I'm still a slob. Patrick shows more and more signs Of being organized like my mother. That makes me very happy to see. He also shows more and more signs of not being at all ADD. I'll explain more about that later. For right now, my baby boy wants to cuddle and that;s coming less and less often so I'd better take advantage of it, while it's still happening.
Okay I said I'd expain that comment about ADD later. Heres my chance. It seems like the only time I can say anything on the computere is when I'm at work without a toddler wanting to hit all the keys on the keyboard.
Okay about the ADD. I have had ADD basically my whole life. They just didn't know it. They knew something was up. Let me tell you, I highly beleive the ADD hype was 90% overdiagnosed. Not every hyperactive child had ADD. Attention Deficit Disorder is not diagnosed by hyperactivity. It's where you can't concentrate on anything for any amount of time. I used to just find myself in class staring out the window, brought back, by the teacher calling my name, and I had no idea where we were in the book, or what we'd been talking about. My whole life is like that. Trying to concentrate on one thing is near impossible for me. I cannot force myself to think about one thing and stay focused on that one thing for more than a few minutes. That's part of the reason why my house is never clean.
Patrick on the other hand is not showing any signs of ADD and this thrills me for the above mentioned reason. I prayed and prayed that no matter what I would have a healthy happy smart baby without ADD.
He will sit and draw for as long as he has room on the paper. He loves it. No ADD in that little boy, at least no signs of it yet, and I'm hoping that it never shows up.
And here we are halfway through November. Wow. Patrick continually amazes me from the things he says to the things he does. He recognizes tons of things now. We finally made it to my grandmothers this weekend so at long last Patrick has met his greatgrandmother. She has five dogs and about 15 llamas. My grandmother decided at age 78 she was going to go raise llamas so she and my aunt are doing it. My aunt does most the work but they love it. Patrick loved being on the ranch. He had a blast chasing the chickens around and following the dogs. He even tried feeding one of the dogs a carrot. My moms dog loves carrots but I guess he didn't realize not all dogs eat them.