I’m happy to report that Brendan is recovering from croup. This time it seems to have lingered longer than it did the first time, but maybe I have just put these memories behind me. Rob and I juggled important meetings at work with the even more important job of being home with our boy. Even when I knew he was probably well enough to go to school, I didn’t like bringing him in at the end of this week. He still wasn’t 100%. Brendan is always my first priority, and I didn’t like the feeling that work was fighting for some precedence. I was frustrated feeling like I couldn’t be where I most wanted to be, and it’s still not always a clear decision in my mind of whether it would be best for Brendan if I was home with him all the time, or whether he is lucky to get to spend time learning and socializing in a wonderful school environment while Mommy is down the hall making sure he has enough money to go to college. I guess there are no perfect decisions, and while most of the time I feel like we strike a pretty good balance, this week there wasn’t enough time or energy to spread around. House cleaning, cooking, thoughtful gestures, and enough sleep didn’t make the cut this week – but this weekend we are slowly getting back to normal.
A special thank you to Grandma and Grandpa, who changed plans at a moments notice to come stay with Brendan one day. The bonus of Grandma and Grandpa babysitting is that no matter how much I protest, there is always something delicious waiting for us when we get home. I know they enjoyed every second, but I also know it wasn’t in their original plan for the week. One of Grandma’s favorite moments on the visit was out on a drive in the little red car – she thought he needed a flower, so she picked one of the little purple ones (my mom would want you to know they are Agapantus) and gave it to him to carry. He gripped it with his whole fist, and waved it proudly, and didn’t let go until the flower broke off the stem. I know for a fact this was a highlight for them because later in the week my phone rang at work and it was my parents. When I picked up the phone it was clear that they did not mean to call me, but being nosy, I listened in for a bit and heard them relaying every moment of the flower incident. I heard a lot of “ohhhhh” and “awwwwwww” and “chubby little hand”. Then I smiled and hung up, and never told them what had happened. (Surprise guys!)
He is doing several amazingly cute new tricks. Here is the first – and I will just warn you, this is a long movie with no real crescendo – Grandma Warning in place – but here it is: Stacking cheerios (or anything else) on his cup.
You got a bonus preview of another trick in there, but try to forget about it because he can do even better than that.
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And then there is the walking… He is starting to WANT to do it. He can get up to about 10 steps before he collapses in a proud little flop. Here are a few sessions from this morning – please turn down the sound to avoid my annoying narration:
I have a dog who is letting me know it’s dinner time, so I will review other cuteness at a later date. There seems to be an endless supply.