The first two weeks of the month Dane was gone and so my mom flew down on a mission of mercy. My goodness, was it delightful to have her there. When she wasn't reading to Atticus (he was in heaven!) she was holding the baby or doing dishes. She did way more than anyone in her position should, and we were so grateful for it. I had a good cry when she left. Again. I always cry when she leaves.
Mom even gave us the motivation to get out of the house and go to a local aquarium. Atticus wasn't about to touch any of the sting rays but he loved it!
A week later, Bob and Marti came down over President's Day weekend to attend our baby's blessing.
As wonderful an occasion as it should have been, Dane and I found the day a bit traumatic. I was frantically trying to feed the baby before sacrament meeting began (my poor, sleep-deprived mind was sure that he would cry through the whole blessing if he didn't eat!) Hinckley decided to complicate matters and took the opportunity to poop. No small poop, mind you! Long story short, for some reason I thought I had more time than I did and ended up running into the room, 60 seconds too late!
Thankfully, the bishopric took pity on us and let Dane, Bob, and a few friends bless the baby at the end of the meeting, by which time Hinckley had decided he had had quite enough. You guessed it: he cried through the whole thing! As a friend put it- we were running from our fate only to find it.
Some of the highlights from the blessing included the following: Hinckley would have a special relationship with his Savior, how very loved little Hinckley was, and the fact that Hinckley had been named after two strong men (Gordon B. Hinckley and Robert Maes) and that Hinckley would, likewise, be strong.
In spite of his lack of cooperation for the blessing, Hinckley continues to be a little darling. He is so interactive, smiling at the store at anyone he can make eye contact with and babbling and quacking all the time. He was 14 lbs 10 oz. at the beginning of the month, and is now reaching well and holding toys. He chews anything he can and is starting to drool. He's done a bit more rolling, but he's still not consistent. He got his first cold this month and had a runny nose for a few days but has since recovered.
At the same time, he has had adorable moments with Hinckley now that I'm putting the baby in the high chair and bouncer. Atticus seems to do better when he can look the baby in the eyes.
He's also had so much fun with Bowman! We love this kid!
Another cute thing this past month that was very exciting for me? He got some soccer cleats from his friend Holden and suddenly he was all about soccer!
Welllll... he was all about wearing the clothes, anyway. Most of our time "playing soccer" was spent working on his imaginary garden. Still, the seed has been planted and he still tells me that his favorite sports are baseball and soccer. Hooray!
I think my favorite part of this month was his talk at church. He is the youngest one in the room but he did a great job! I have to admit, I was a little worried because every time we practiced he would introduce his talk by saying, "I would like to talk about Dragons!" When he actually gave his talk, however, he stuck to the material.
Gosh we love this kid!
Another great primary moment that I've been told about (we're still a bit skeptical, ha ha!) happened this past Sunday. Apparently, the child who was supposed to recite the 2nd Article of Faith wasn't there and they asked if anyone knew it. Atticus raised his hand and they had him come up. She began telling him the verse and they said he recited the rest of it by heart!
He refuses to do it for us but the little guy is constantly surprising us. I've sung the song to him a few times and he really liked it- kept asking me what "transgression" meant. His Sunbeam teacher says she read it to them once... and somehow his little brain caught hold. Amazing. He has his problems, for sure, but what a gift!
The last few days of the month were especially tough. On Sunday, the 25th, Atticus took a nose dive off of one of our stools (while standing) and really hurt his mouth. There was a lot of blood, tears, and swelling, but thank heavens it is looking a lot better. We've just had to eat much softer foods.
That night, he began coughing and just never stopped. Dane left Monday morning and so I was on my own with the two boys. Atticus was so exhausted (because his cough kept him from sleeping at night or during the day) that he began having more and more night terrors- we're talking 10+ a night. The night terrors involved screaming, which exacerbated his cough. Ugh, it was an ugly cycle. By the time he would settle down to sleep it would be time to feed Hinckley, who happened to have some bad bouts of gas from 3-5 AM a couple nights in a row.
I'm convinced that the only reason I was able to stand and not blow up at the boys for those few days was thanks to the power of prayer. Thank goodness, last night was our first good night, where everyone in the house got 4+ solid hours of sleep in a row. We're not out of the woods yet, but we're making progress. Hopefully the warm weather of March will wash away all of our coughs and colds!
- I don’t like _______ He is not my best friend!
- (In answer to “Who is your best friend?”) “Bowman and Skye.”
- I need to finish this bacon! Where did you get that? From the couch!
- When I was a kid... now I’m a big boy...
- I want salad (I just about keeled over!)
- Mommy, I need Privacy (while on the potty every so often)
- I throwded up, too! (He hadn’t...)
- May I please...?
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