This weekend, Taylor’s Grandpa Gene came to visit with Zach’s half-brother Toby. Toby is two years old, but contrary to what you hear about “terrible twos”, he’s very sweet and well-mannered. Zach and I hadn’t seen Toby since he was 6 months old, so it was great having time to get to know him. The best part was seeing how captivated Taylor was with Toby. She followed him all over the house and stared at him like he was a rock star. I’m not sure that Toby appreciated all of the attention, but he was really gentle with her. Toby had a funny way of identifying us. Instead of calling us by name, he called Taylor “baby” and then I was “baby-mommy” and Zach was “baby-daddy”. Our house was “baby-house”. In his mind, our world revolves around the baby, which I guess is fairly accurate these days. This weekend, we felt like we got a little taste of what it’s like to have two kids. By Sunday, we were absolutely tapped out of energy. They were both good-natured most of the time, but between naps and diaper changings and tantrums and the gear (so much gear!), it’s pretty remarkable that we ever even made it out of the house!
This week proved to me once again that it’s amazing what can be accomplished on a minimal amount of sleep. Taylor woke up every night for about 4-5 nights in a row and we were up right along with her. She was sick with roseola, so she had a fever of 102+ degrees. She snoozed for most of the days, but each night she would choose some ungodly hour to wake up and then it was party time! On top of the roseola, she got her molars. I thought she was getting them before, but this time was the REAL deal. The teething was wretched. Between the two conditions, T.J. was doped on Tylenol and Motrin for almost an entire week. We could tell the moment that the drugs wore off because she would switch from giddy and playful to suffering in an instant. She seems to have gotten through the worst of the teething, but we’re still dealing with the repercussions of the change in sleep habits. No sleep for baby = no sleep for parents. Last Monday I found myself standing at the soda machine at work getting a Diet Coke at 10:00 in the morning. Sleep is for the very young and very old…the rest of us just self-medicate with caffeine!
The Fourth of July may have come and gone, but Taylor is working for her Independence every day. We’re weaning her and she’s also going through a stage of wanting to do her own thing which means that she’s pushing us away more. I know that it’s a natural phase and it’s important for her to have a mind of her own so I’m really excited for her. At the same time, it’s hard for me not to feel a little bit sad because she’s growing out of her babyhood. I already miss the little infant I could carry anywhere and rock to sleep and I especially miss the times when she would nuzzle my neck. When I start to get melancholy I try to remind myself that she’s going to keep adding cool tricks to her repertoire and life with T.J. just gets better and better.