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A couple of weeks ago, we took Joe to visit Santa Claus. Last year, Joe was fairly skeptical of the jolly old fellow, but this year he was downright terrified the second that Dan set him down on Santa’s lap. We decided to capture the moment (for posterity, of course) and still giggle every time we see it, so thought we’d share.
And don’t worry. Joe wasn’t traumatized. He stopped crying as soon as daddy “rescued” him from the scary fat man’s lap. He got a toy out of the deal and lots of hugs from daddy. (It’s at times like these that mommy just won’t do if daddy’s around…)
Lately, Joe has been exhibiting a lot of stranger anxiety. He is still a bit shy around Dan’s mom, even though he’s seen her several times. In fact, when we visited my family at Thanksgiving, he didn’t want to go to his aunties and wouldn’t even look at Big Daddy (Granddaddy Bill), all of whom he’s spent time with as recently as August. I’m sure it’s just a phase that he’ll outgrow. I guess it’s better than having him befriend strangers!
Debbie came out for a visit this past weekend and brought some warm California weather with her. It was in the 70s on Saturday (bliss!) and felt (and looked) like spring. Then, in typical Colorado fashion, by the early hours of Sunday morning, we had a good snowfall and a low of 22 degrees. (This is the cherry tree in our backyard about 18 hours after a high of 73 degrees.)
As usual, Deb was incredibly helpful and took care of Joe the entire time. She even stayed in his room and dealt with him in the middle of the night, which means that she didn’t get much rest. (I’m not sure if he’s teething or if this ear infection is resistant to the new antibiotics, but he’s been abnormally fussy at night, getting up about every hour.)
Having Deb here left Dan and I free to work on the house. We rented an airless sprayer and Dan (resplendent in his disposable snow-camouflage Oompa-Loompa stylings) primed the basement and painted the ceilings. Now we just have to roll the walls. We’re hoping to get to it next weekend. Slowly but surely, we’re getting there!
Since Grandma* Debbie left, Joe’s been exhibiting some new behaviors, namely temper tantrums every time I leave the room, turn my back, or try to put him to bed. It’s the typical tantrum: bloodcurdling screams, hysterical crying, and he’s even started the back arching. Oh joy. I’m hoping it’s a combination of a disrupted schedule and being sick. If not, well, we’re prepared for anything…especially since G-ma and Noni P are headed out here tomorrow!
*I’m not wild about the name “Grandma” Debbie. She’s young (only 11 years older than me, for goodness sake), hip, fit, and needs a more representative moniker than “grandma.” I’m sure Joe will come up with something on his own, but it never hurts to have ideas. Got any?
It’s been far too long since we’ve posted a blog entry. So, here’s the rundown of the last three months of life with the Lawrences.
Christmas in the Mountains. My family planned a last-minute vacation to the Rocky Mountains. Dad, Deb, four siblings, and Nonie flew out and met us at a cabin in Winter Park. I’ve been moaning about having a white Christmas tucked away in a cabin for years…since I was a teenager, and this year, I got my wish. You don’t know how BIG this is, since my family is all about tradition, and tradition with the Nuttalls means Christmas morning at Dad’s house with Nonie there, then we nap, then we go to Aunt Marlane’s house for dinner. It’s been that way…well, as long as I can remember. (Of course, I’ve been the black sheep for missing the occasional Christmas.) So we stayed in the mountains and it snowed, brilliantly. I relished in the quietude of the cabin for 4 days; Dan, Billy, and Daniel went snowboarding; it was Dan’s first time and he came back a bit tender. All of the kids (and Dad) went tubing on the last day. Fun! Joe loved the snow and got to wear his uber cute snow suit (thanks Plo!).
The Move. As soon as Christmas was over, we hustled back home to prepare for the move (the next day). But, we have a knack for poor planning when it comes to moves. We had a blizzard on our scheduled move date, so that threw life into a tizzy. Not to mention that we weren’t anywhere close to packed and the new house wasn’t ready to move into. The movers came a few days later. We still weren’t very ready. Dan’s bruised tailbone was bugging him too. We managed to get our bedroom and Joe’s room set up, but we were up to our eyeballs (literally) with boxes in the living room and dining room. We went back on the 31st to clear out the dregs of our stuff. Thank goodness we had a Uhaul trailer because it, the truck, and my car were full to the brim. We caravaned home like the Beverly Hillbillys and barely made it to the new house to see the ball drop. I definitely don’t recommended moving in the winter with an infant.
Visit with the G-mas. Right after we moved, Dan’s mom (Germom) and grandma (Noni P) came out for a visit for a few days. Really, they were here to look at assisted living homes for Noni P. We looked at a few and managed to squeeze in an evening at Zoo Lights, which is really cool (the zoo is entirely lit with colored lights). Good news: Noni P is moving out here! She’s working on selling her properties and relocating. We’re so excited to have her close by!
Health Setbacks. The day Germom and Noni P left, Dan threw out his back…badly. We went to urgent care the next day. They medicated him and told him to rest for a few days. Well, a few days later, Dan felt better, bent over to pick up something off the ground, and –wham!– he completely threw out his back. We got him to bed and there he stayed for about a week. He wasn’t much improved for a couple of weeks after that. It was rough. He’s been going to physically therapy and is now back at work, but he’s not supposed to bend or lift anything (not even Joe). In the middle of all of that, both Joe and I got really sick with the “4 week” virus that’s been going around. It lasted two solid weeks, then lingered. Joe also got an ear infection. He’s better now; so am I. We’re not sure about Dan, who might be coming down with something right now.
The House, Unpacking, and Remodeling. Well, all of the above set us back with the house. After a few weeks, I finally unpacked what I could and got all boxes into the dining room, so that at least the living room was set up. Thankfully our neighbors (angels that they are) had helped us paint. No, they painted, most of the rooms in our house before we moved in. We just have the mud room, the hallway, the sun room, the living room, and all the trim to do. At my dad’s urging, we hired someone to frame and drywall the basement. We probably couldn’t have managed it on our own even in stellar health, so that was a good call. It’s taken longer than expected, partly because we weren’t able to do all the prep work we had planned before hiring the job out, so the drywall guy has had to do a lot of our work (like moving a bunch of junk out of the basement, finishing projects we had started, and dealing with all the quirks and mysteries of a 90-year-old house). But that, along with other projects (plumbing, roof, appliances, etc.) drained our budget, so the remodel is coming to somewhat of a screeching halt…very soon. The drywall is a day or so away from being finished, then we can paint. We can probably do the trim, too, but the bathroom and floors downstairs will have to wait. Ditto with the kitchen and the major wood/room divider project in the entryway. Not to mention that Dan can’t really do much. His tools are in Greeley and he can’t load or unload them given his back situation. I’ve been trying to do little things, mostly electrical, when I can. Dan’s been doing some of that too, but there’s only so much we can do at the moment.
Joe’s New Playmate. My work situation is in flux and I knew I was losing my bennies, so we found a family with whom we could share nanny costs. That started in January. The socialization is great for Joe, even if the 11-month-old girl he’s in daycare with kind of bullies him around and steals his binky and toys. Ha! I figure they’ll work it out on their own. Unfortunately, the other family needs more hours than the nanny can’t provide, so we got two weeks of notice this past weekend and we’re frantically looking for a new family to share nanny costs. So far, no luck because the hours are a bit weird (I only work about 15+ hours a week with the cutbacks). Keep your fingers crossed for us!
The Weed in General. Thankfully, Joe’s slowing down in the growth department. He’s 28 inches long and still just 18 pounds, 11-3/4 ounces (as of January 31st). The 12-month clothes fit perfectly even if we have a hard time finding big (wide) enough socks and shoes for his little Flintstone feet (he’s between a size 3 and size 4 in toddler shoes). Joe’s really close to being fully mobile. He’s almost crawling…definitely scooting and rolling to get to a desired destination. He’s pulling himself up to a sitting or kneeling position (we had to lower his crib). I also just ordered a slew of gates to install around the house and we’re frantically trying to childproof everything before the little guy really gets mobile. I think we have a week or so. The extra physical activity is probably keeping him stable, if not slimming him down a bit. We’ve also finally got Joe on a schedule both for feeding (three meals a day plus bottles) and sleeping in his crib — in his room — at night. But between the cold, the ear infection, and teething (but none have broken through yet), he’s a bit fussy at night and only sleeps in 4-hour stretches…after a diaper change, new binky, or sometimes a bottle, he goes right back down. So far, the transition has been relatively easy….certainly easier than I expected.
Progress on the Adoption. Several folks have asked if it’s “official” yet, so thought I’d set the record straight. We should have finalized in late November or early December, but that didn’t happen because of several delays (I won’t go into the blame game this time). But no worries, just an annoyance. In mid-January, our social worker came over for another visit (she had to update our homestudy because of the new house, and we had to sign some documents requesting a court date). She submitted the court documents and we finally got our date: April 25th. Yeah, it’s way out there. Apparently that’s the best that they could do. Joe will be 11 months old on that day. But then it’ll all be official. We’re quite excited. For those not familiar with the whole adoption thing, many adoptive families celebrate this date annually as “Gotcha Day,” the day it becomes official. It can be a pretty big deal. Stay tuned…we may be throwing a little shindig on the Saturday following his finalization.
That’s it for now. I’ll try to post more regularly in the near future.
There’s nothing like a dusting of snow to welcome in spring! My sister, Robin, built a little snowman this morning. Unfortunately, “Ted” melted by the time we got home from our day’s venture.
This was the first time that Robin and my brother, Billy, have visited since we moved to Colorado over 3 years ago, so we all headed up to Estes Park for a not-so-traditional Easter.
We haven’t received many comments (just emails), and it finally occurred to us that — duh — many of you might not know how to leave comments on the blog. So, here’s a quickie lesson:
Well, well. Where to start? So much has been happening. It is and it isn’t the “same ol’ same ol’.” But let’s start with the new news first.
Adoption
Back in November, Shannon’s Dad mentioned to a family friend that we were considering adoption. They knew someone who knew someone, and the ball starting rolling. We knew it was a long-shot, but we had to do some quick sleuthing. As we expected, this particular circumstance didn’t work out, but we got so far along in our investigations, we decided to finally commit to the adoption process — after nearly 6 years of trying to conceive. We’re currently in the midst of doing our homestudy (the “psych evaluation” with a social worker who will determine if we are fit parents). We’re also attending classes that cover a wide variety of really quite interesting topics related to children and adoption (attachment, development, etc.). Then we need to decide what kind of adoption we are going to do (international, domestic, private, foster, infant, older child, special needs). We’ve ruled out several options already. We know we want a healthy infant or toddler. While we’d love to consider international adoption because there’s more control, more choice, and more guarantees, the cost may be prohibitive for us.
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