Oh, the irony...

On Monday I was feeling a little blue about daycare.  I was even teary-eyed when I dropped Trey off and couldn't figure out why.  I decided it was because the first two weeks of daycare felt like a fun game where Trey got to play with new friends and Mom got to go to work to talk to grown-ups.  I didn't get to see Trey as much as I wanted the weekend before, so Monday hit me hard.  It felt like "Crap, this is what we have to do five days a week for the next nine months.  I don't like this one bit."  Well, all I can say is to be careful what you wish for...

Trey was home sick Tuesday through Thursday.  He had a fever, was fussy as shit, wouldn't eat, was sleeping very poorly, and was very hard to please.  In fact, a lot of those things are still going on... Randy stayed home with him each day and I came home early to give Randy some respite.  It has been a very long week.

Highlights of this week:
- Trey waking up 2-3 times a night which he hasn't done since he was a few months old.  Luckily with Randy's insomnia, he has already been awake for the wake up in the 4 o'clock hour.
- Driving to the doctor's office three times in the past two days.  The first time was for the sick visit and the third time was for his 15 month well visit, but the second time was so the medical assistant could remove the adhesive pee bag from around his privates because I did not want to do it.  She was much more efficient than I would have been.

During Trey's "sick" visit yesterday

Of course, it was the happiest he might have been all week long.

- Lying on the floor of a junior high bathroom drenched in sweat and cramping this afternoon when it was time for me to leave to go get Trey.
- Driving Trey around for an hour so he could sleep since we had to reschedule our appointment for the afternoon due to being delayed (see above) and him waking up and crying for the last half of the drive.
- Coming home to find four piles of dog puke although I will say Tango was cooped up for a long time today.  Apparently, he has reverted to his chewing-Trey's-toys behavior because I think I cleaned up the remnants of Trey's teething ring.

Today was Trey's 15 month well visit.  I heart my pediatrician.  I think we spent over 45 minutes in the room and I'm not sure we talked about Trey the whole time.  We talked about Trey's lack of meeting his developmental milestones and she gave me some tips.  She and I both agree that Trey's language may be lagging because of the energy he is putting into his motor skills.  She said I had a great attitude about parenting and that I could laugh about a lot of things.  (I really wished my husband could have been there for that comment!)  I wish my pediatrician and I could become friends, but until then...I guess I'll have to wait until his 18 month appointment to see her again.

This is how we kept Trey from whining or crying so that we could chat.  

One day this week we took Trey to the zoo since he couldn't go to daycare and we were going stir crazy at home.  It was fabulous because there was hardly anyone there.  I still think it's hard for Trey to focus on the animals in the exhibits because other things catch his interest (i.e. the bolt still fascinates him in the hippo exhibit and he was more drawn to the water than the chimpanzee in the primate exhibit).  Needless to say, Trey was actually in a good mood for most of the zoo trip, so I think the fresh air and the animals (or maybe the bolts and water) did him some good. 

Trey was super fussy until I got him out of his stroller and stood him right here.  His mood improved exponentially.  We could have stood there all afternoon and he would have been fine.

 Happy boy loves his fish and water

 I think there might be a giraffe back there.

The crocodile actually turned around and came back to give Trey some love.  Ahhh....

Trey and Randy on Bronco Sunday meeting Adam and Jenny at Hopworks
since we got rained out of Oktoberfest.

Don't you love his sweatsuit?  

Best Wife Ever surprised Randy with that a few weeks ago.

This weekend (September 25th) marks 6 years since my mom died.  On one hand I feel like it has been absolutely forever since I've talked to her, seen her, or touched her and I have to struggle to remember her face or voice.  But on the other, I can't believe it's already been 6 years.  I was reading an article about Cate and Elizabeth Edwards and Cate said this, "Big choices that I make...little choices that I make, sort of everything I do, I hear her voice. The same way I did when she was alive."  I really love that.  I definitely feel that I try to emulate a lot of things my mom did as a wife and a mother.  I think of her a lot (and I mean A LOT) as I parent Trey and watch him grow.  It was sad not to have my mom at my wedding or at Trey's birth, but I think what is harder are the little moments.  If she could be here now to watch me be a mother, I think she'd probably have a lot to say, both positive and negative, about the choices I make in raising Trey and I also think she'd be proud.