Father's Day

Sawyer

Sawyer got a lot of play time in with other kids this week. It's so funny because he gets so excited when I tell him we're going to the park or a play date. He runs around and squeals, "Kids! Play, kids!" over and over. But he really is still at the stage of parallel play so there's not too much actual playing going on. He also assumes that all kids at any location are there to play with him, regardless of age which makes for some funny interactions.

I know when he's up in the morning or from his nap because I'll hear him from his room, "Find mommy," and then he sleepily pads out to wherever I am, "Hi mommy!" (If we're being honest, most of the time where I am is still in bed. He's usually my alarm.)

He's currently going through some kind of sleep regression which I didn't know was a thing for 2 1/2 year olds but Google confirmed that it's pretty common (and the internet knows all, right?). He's been sleeping through the night for a long time and never fought it much when it was time for sleep whether it was his naptime or bedtime. And that all changed in this last week or so. This regression makes me want to rip my hair out because it means that I am, once again, dealing with his freaking vomit. It's become pretty apparent that he knows how to make himself throw up and after feeling bad for him the first dozen (million) times, now it just makes me mad. 

He used to just lay down, we'd turn on his music/light machine, and he'd drift off to sleep. That shifted a little into him asking me to lay by him ("By you?" in the sweetest little voice and then he'd pat my shoulder while I sat next to him) for a few minutes. I really liked this part because I would talk to him about his day and ask him if he had fun and he'd list a bunch of things from our day that were his highlights (in his babbly two year old conversation.) BUT NOW it goes something more like this:

Me and/or Dillon: Okay buddy, bedtime.

Sawyer: Whine, whiiiiine, whine, wakeup!

Me: No it's time for sleep.

Sawyer: Fro-up

Me: (Thinking he's remembering when he's thrown up before) No you won't throw up this time (or when I became less patient...Don't you throw up!)

Sawyer: Spews up everything he's eaten that day. Everywhere. And then screams and throws up some more.

Besides for these lovely exchanges, he's been throwing up during the day a couple of times out of nowhere. But he's fine right after he's thrown up. And he's definitely not sick. And I'm definitely losing my mind. After washing his bedding twice in less than 16 hours and scrubbing spots in my carpet half a dozen times I finally snapped and when he threw up at naptime I told him that that got him absolutely nowhere because not only was he now covered in puke, he still had to take a nap. I can't say that he understood but it made me feel better. (**As a side note, he nicely went down for a nap today before I started typing this..no puke involved. So maybe it sunk in? I'm not holding my breath though.)

He's also been waking up and coming into our room at least twice a night which is very unusual for him. So far he cooperates and goes back to his room after these middle of the night excursions. Maybe pray for our sanity.

Dawson

Dawson had a busy developmental week. As of our play date Tuesday, he still had no interest in trying to sit and then Friday morning he woke up and bam, a sitter. I would say he's ninety percent reliable in holding himself in a sitting position. And it seems like when he falls over it's only because he wants to move around but hasn't figured out how to gracefully get out of a sitting position yet.

He's also started to scoot/army crawl in a forward direction. And when he sees something he wants, he is surprisingly fast. I think crawling is in the not too distant future.

He rudely teased me by sleeping through the night once last week but it was definitely a fluke because he has been back to waking up one to two times a night (combined with Sawyer's nighttime chaos and I feel like I'm back in the newborn stage). Dawson goes down at night pretty easy. We just lay him in his crib with his wubbanub and he takes care of it. But I cannot for the life of me figure out how to night wean him. I HAVE learned that when he wakes up around midnight or one, he's usually not hungry, but Dillon has to be the one to go in and replace his binky. If it's me, he'll scream forever because I walked away with the goods (even though he doesn't need them) but if Dillon does it he'll go back to sleep. He is, unfortunately, consistently and legitimately hungry when he wakes up around four or five. 

Dillon

Dillon spent the first chunk of the week talking like a chain smoker because of a reaction he had to some of the farm cats when he went to help his dad. Poor dude woke up the morning after he came home and the roof of his mouth clear to the back of his throat was covered in tiny blisters. After a few days of medicine and soothing drinks he's back to normal. (Honest moment: I'm not too sad about the fact that his cat allergy means we have a reason to never own cats, at least not inside ones.)

He planned a fun Saturday for our family. Such a thoughtful guy. He made me feel a little guilty for doing the planning even though it was his Fathers Day weekend. We did breakfast, some Ross shopping, naps for the boys, and then a trip to the aquatic center which the boys loved (Dawson is so funny and always takes a little bit to warm up to the water, regardless of temperature, but then decides he likes it and goes real limp and chill in our arms.)

Our ward actually did a treat for the men on Fathers Day which they haven't done before (which I always thought was weird and a little sad, especially since they always make sure the women get something on Mothers Day) so Dillon got some pie and ice cream to share with Dawson. Part of his Fathers Day was to get to take a break from spending two hours in nursery with Sawyer, which meant he had the baby, but Dawson was nice for him and eventually fell asleep after their shared treat.

DaNae

Besides for being knee-deep in barf, my week was fairly calm. Plenty of play dates and time spent with Dillon, which is just the way I like most of my weeks.

My dad had his second knee replacement on Monday. Having someone in surgery is always worrying but he came out okay and seems to be doing well based on our few visits to see him.

I often feel like a nutcase since I've had kids because it seems like I can never remember where I've set stuff down. I was late to our Tuesday playdate because I couldn't find my car keys. Then I found my keys and loaded up the boys, and somehow couldn't find my keys again. Our car is a keyless start so I checked to see if the car would start, and it did, so I drove to the park deciding to find them later because they were obviously in the car somewhere. After coming home and searching the car's every nook and cranny about four times I started to get so frustrated. The car would still start after I took everything inside so the keys definitely weren't in any of the bags. I finally found them after a last ditch effort and deciding to look in places they couldn't possibly be. They were inside the camp chair and it's container that was in our car. How? HOW? I don't know but I'm happy to have located them. (Every time this happens I always pray to find my keys because I always end up so frustrated because I feel like I've checked everywhere, and I always feel bad for wasting Heavenly Father's time for keys, but I always find them right after I ask for help. The little things.)

Park date with Maddie and her boys before she had to go back to California.

Sawyer ran over and stole this LaCrosse stick and then tried to play with the big boys. They were good sports about it. He really thinks everyone is there to play with him.

 We stopped by the new Palette creamery in town for our Monday (this week Tuesday) night treat. It was yummy!

My ice cream loving baby

He's all about "I-peen cones"

Simultaneous baby holding and ice cream eating talent

They were clear at the bottom of the chair's bag. I had to get a picture. So weird.

I don't think potty training is going to happen for us any time soon. This is the response I get every time and it's usually much more passionate.

Playing with brother's hair.

This picture is basically the same but Dawson's foot! Zoom in and look at that puffy thing! It's so chubby with little sausage toes just poking out the top.

 We had a water play date at Meleese's house. She's such a fun mom. I totally envy her creativity, energy, and positivity. She's good for me to be around and her little girls are the sweetest.

From Instagram: The head shake at the beginning and the wiggling toes at the end 😍 #DawsonD

Peacefully asleep after his inexplicable vomiting session and stripping of his gross bedding. Goober.