You are really active, crawling all over the place. I think you are safely playing in the family room, and then when I go to find you, you are in the dog dish, or eating the soot out of an old candle(picture below).
Today was my scariest moment yet though. I was working, and you were drinking a bottle of gatorade in the other room (another story). I suddenly remembered that I left the dishwasher open and that you might get a knife out of the cutlery rack. I ran for the kitchen, and who was right by the open dishwasher..that's right..my little mover. You were just drinking you bottle and looking in. So I quickly closed the door and thanking my lucky stars, went back to the office to grab a phone call.
I was probably in there 10 mins when I heard a weird clanging noise. I ran back out to the kitchen and my worse fears were realized....there you were, still drinking your bottle, but with a huge steak knife in your other hand. I freaked. I slowly took the knife from you and just stood there in shock imagining all of the things that could have happened in that 10 mins. I have no idea how you got the knife...but I sure am glad I heard that clanging. I had to call Grandma Julie, Emily & Suzie. They needed to know what a terrible mother I was. Dodged a bullet that time.
OK...so quick recap of the past 2 weeks.
We went to San Francisco to see a Seahawks/49ers football game. You were a great traveler as usual. We went with John & Lori (who fell more in love with you that weekend) and met your Godmother Crista. She bought you the cutest real jersey. You were adorable. We did lots of swimming in the hotel pool, lots of eating out, and you rode the cable cars. You were fascinated with the guys working the controls and everyone on the cable cars were flirting with you. I love taking you out in public :)
We got home from the trip on Monday, and then you started throwing up on Wednesday. You were REALLY sick, throwing up most of the day. Grandma came over to help so I could work. You threw up on her twice. My poor baby. I had to put you on a pedialite and gaterade diet...which you loved.
But after two days of not throwing up, I put you back no food..and then here it game again..more barf :)
Yesterday you seemed OK, so we went for a hike with DaShell and Matt up to Timanogas Cave. What a steep hike. You did great. We went out to lunch and you ate tons of stuff. Later that night night DaShell and I went to see Bryan Adams (s0 good) and you stayed with Daddy to watch football with the guys. When I got home at 10, you were in your diaper, drinking a bottle and being rocked by Matt. You started crying as soon as you saw me and then the boys told me you threw up again. My poor baby.
I didn't want you to sleep alone that night, so I put your playpen in the living room and I slept on the couch. You came up and slept with me on the couch around 4am. I don't mind at all. I know I will miss this time with you as a baby..so I cherish every moment.
You seem to be feeling better today.. thank goodness. I love you too much. Here are some pics from our trip.