February has been a SLOW month around here. I don't know what I was thinking, but right around the beginning of the month, I said to Drew "I can't believe how healthy we've been this winter! The kids haven't been sick since before Christmas!" I was so smug, thinking that somehow we had beaten the odds and avoided the virus-filled winter we have had every other year. I totally jinxed us. The kids have now been sick for 3 weeks. Luckily, they haven't anything too serious. Just enough to keep us relatively quarantined for the entire month and enough to make me feel like I'm losing my mind. We started with pink eye (everyone but Drew), then moved on to Mitch's bout with a nasty ear infection and raging fever for a few days. In the midst of this, Finn seems to have acquired some kind of stomach bug resulting in the WORST diaper rash I've ever seen. Then, just to spice things up...Finn got pink eye again! And now, it seems that I have it again too - or just never got rid of it in the first place. Everyone seems to finally be on the mend now thank goodness. Again, things could have been much worse and we're lucky, considering some of the other sick kid horror stories I've been hearing lately.
Despite being holed up in our virus-ridden house, the boys have continued to come up with new tricks and funny little sayings. Mitch is now doing great with pulling himself up on things (especially things that are lower to the ground - his favorite place to hang out is the bottom step so he can practice). I posted some pictures of him exploring the dishwasher too. :) He is really into imitating the intonation in people's voices when he's babbling (e.g. whispering, high pitches, sing-song). It's fun to hear him mimicking us. He's still not the greatest with sitting up - he just clunks right over and would much rather crawl or scoot or roll around. He's learning to pick up puffs and pieces of banana, but prefers me to feed them to him since it's quicker that way! He's still the sweetest smiliest little character I've ever met. He's a cuddler too, which is just the best thing in the world.
Finn is as busy as ever. Still talking up a storm. His favorite words lately are "escalator" and "conversation". He also tells me when he thinks a character in one of his books is "nervous". Tonight when we started his Curious George book before bed, I said "George was a good little monkey" and Finn said "and always very curious". I asked if he knew what curious meant and he said no, so I explained it to him ("it's when you ask a lot of questions and you want to know a lot of things and you like to learn new things"). He said "why?" I guess he's curious.
His toenails are his "tiny nails" or "toe needles" depending on the day. A granola bar is a "boba bar". The other day as he was leaving time out, he said, "Bye time out! See you soon!" - anticipating a swift return there for the typical offense: throwing toys. He is into playing with his "animal families" - plastic animals of different sizes (moms, dads, kids, babies), playing basketball, playing with stickers, and crawling around with Mitch ("come on Mitch! Get me!". He has started sleeping in his big boy bed for most naps and at night. The other night, at 2:30 in the morning, I woke out of a dead sleep to see a small shadowy figure run at full speed by our door slamming into the baby's door and running into the baby's room. I bolted out of bed, thinking that he was sleep walking or having a nightmare. When I came into Mitch's room Finn said "The baby's awake!"(pretty sure he thought it was the morning). I took him back into his room, and realized that he was fully coherent and awake. He was just chatting away like it was the middle of the afternoon: "Mom! Count the stripes on my jammies! Let's read books! Mom, scratch my back please!" Needless to say 1)we are all adjusting to Finn sleeping in his big boy bed and 2)there is now a gate on Finn's door.
Mitch checking out the dishwasher up close
His toenails are his "tiny nails" or "toe needles" depending on the day. A granola bar is a "boba bar". The other day as he was leaving time out, he said, "Bye time out! See you soon!" - anticipating a swift return there for the typical offense: throwing toys. He is into playing with his "animal families" - plastic animals of different sizes (moms, dads, kids, babies), playing basketball, playing with stickers, and crawling around with Mitch ("come on Mitch! Get me!". He has started sleeping in his big boy bed for most naps and at night. The other night, at 2:30 in the morning, I woke out of a dead sleep to see a small shadowy figure run at full speed by our door slamming into the baby's door and running into the baby's room. I bolted out of bed, thinking that he was sleep walking or having a nightmare. When I came into Mitch's room Finn said "The baby's awake!"(pretty sure he thought it was the morning). I took him back into his room, and realized that he was fully coherent and awake. He was just chatting away like it was the middle of the afternoon: "Mom! Count the stripes on my jammies! Let's read books! Mom, scratch my back please!" Needless to say 1)we are all adjusting to Finn sleeping in his big boy bed and 2)there is now a gate on Finn's door.
Mitch checking out the dishwasher up close
Mitch pulling up to peruse the book selection (he usually only pulls up to his knees like this and likes to sit and play in this position - it's the cutest :)
Mallie stopped by one morning for a visit and helped me feed Mitch his breakfast
Evening jam session with dad (a little blurry)
Finn's "hockey face" - not sure if I already posted this picture but it's one of my favorites.
Finn and Mitch helping Drew fix the baseboards in the bathroom. This ended in Drew, Finn, AND Mitch having simultaneous temper tantrums. No joke.
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