All in good time

In two months the end of tax season will be here. We will be heading out to Utah to see our families and let them meet Nolan for the first time. And my son's crying will hopefully be over. The diagnosis at the doc this morning was just what I knew to be: Nolan has colic. He started acting colicky at 2.5 weeks and it has kind of escalated since then. Last night I just couldn't handle it and was worried sick, so I phoned the advice line. After we convinced them that a trip to the ER was unecessary, I made an app't to have him seen early this morning. I knew it was colic, but I also had to rule out any other causes of his crying. Nothing is more emotionally draining than holding your child daily and comforting him, yet having him still cry and thrash in your arms. It kinda makes you feel worthless.

But my sweet son has his good days, too!! And since I am blogging, you can probably guess that today is one of them. He sleeps peacefully as I type, even though he grunts every 15 seconds. Nolan turned one month yesterday.
I sure do love this photo. I have an identical one of Matt with Reagan as well.

Nolan's first bath. I sure do look like a train wreck, but I am definitely not trying to score beauty points these days.

He makes this face below all the time! Usually when he is excited or wants to eat. He is holding his head up well and kicking those legs like crazy. He still shakes a bit. Isn't he cute?

Reagan sure loves her bro. A little too much at times...

I have tried to make more one on one time with my girl. We made chocolate cookies last week. I have learned that cravings don't exit with the pregnancy itself.

We made a midnight jaunt to the park in our new SUV, I mean, stroller. This piece of equipment is pretty sweet, I will admit.

It was cold and dark, but by all means, we weren't gonna leave tha park without playing a little. It was nice for me to even play with Regs like old times. The last half of my pregnancy and since having Nolan, I really haven't been able to play with her like I used to.

Sucking fingers and on tummy.

Oh, Reagan, Reagan. Some days I wonder what to do with her and others I just marvel and laugh at the genuis she can be. She loves to dress her babies and swing them in the swing and just last night Matt caught her nursing her babies, pillow and all. Love it.

What I don't love is this: I was catching some shut-eye on the couch yesterday morning while Nolan slept in my bed and Reagan was watching Mickey. Or so I thought. I do this on a few mornings when I am so dang tired. Anywho...I woke up to hear Reagan tell me she went poop. She had removed her diaper and tried to put a new one on. So her poop was on the carpet in her room, etc. I wanted to barf. I was so focused on cleaning and disinfecting that mess that I didn't even yell at her. That must have alarmed her because she followed me around the whole time, saying "Sorry, mom. Sorry, mom."

I also don't love the fact that she flooded our bathroom with a couple of inches of water last friday. Or that she takes our clementines off the counter, peels them, and throws all of it in the trash (peels and orange, too). This list could go on and on, but man, I sure do love and forgive her just the same. I need to insert a plug here for Matt. I sure lucked out in marrying him. He is so tired from tax season long hours, yet he takes Nolan from me every night and holds him and usually puts him to sleep for me a few times. He takes Reagan out to the grocery store, plays with her, bathes her and puts her to bed. All so I can rest and regain sanity. He then crashes into bed only to be woken up many times by our son grunting and crying occasionally and often gets up to be with him if I can't put him back to sleep. My gratitude for him expands every day. I never give him enough credit, but he is the reason I am a happy smiling individual.

All in good time, things will pass! As stressed as I feel now, I know that I will look back on these special times and get a good laugh and shed a tear for the blessings in my life.