my parents are out of town again and as is the routine i get stuck trekking my kids 40 minutes to feed their cat. i dont care that my brother is deathly sick, laid out on bed, and has documented real doctors appointments he has been to, i think he is faking just to get out of taking care of moses! (joking, i love you bub) going to my old house is always a trip. the drive there i am always overwhelmed with nostalgia and memories flood my mind and it gets me mostly happy, but sometimes sad. do i really have to launch into the former best friend who still snubs me story? *heart break* the good and the bad, the ugly and the pretty, marysville is where the formative years of my growing up happened. the kids played outside alone and i went in to print something off of the computer - let me interject here that they have 2+ acres of open land surrounded by woods, they weren't going anywhere and there was plenty to keep them occupied. to sit quietly in my once high school bedroom now computer room was interesting. again, all the memories good and bad come up. a few minutes later the door opens and in scamper my two little kids. it was the first time i can remember the three of us being in that room together. olive points to my old stereo and i oblige her, the station still tuned to my favorite station and it even found some old cds. never in my wildest teenage dreams could i have imagined cutting a rug with my two kids in that room someday.
olive is doing really well transitioning into her own bed. like, alarmingly well compared to how auggie did from his crib to a bed. now THAT was an ordeal. one that wasn't hysterical just drawn out over succcch a long time. olive took to the toddler bed very easily, in fact a few nights a week as she's falling asleep in our bed (wherein i will move her upon falling asleep) she sits up and points to her bed indicating that she's moving on to greener pastures. BURN! she sleeps there all night, but i still nurse her once a night usually around 4-5 am. no biggie. one night i found her sleeping UNDER her bed. she must have fallen (more like slid, because i have very tuned ears to anything going on with my kids/in the house) out of bed and then just laid there. last night she was sleeping in a kneeling position with only her head and arms on the bed. silly baby.
olive has the worst diaper rash i've ever dealt with thus far in parenthood. like, horrible bloody mess. today my friend rachel gave me some disposable diapers and im going to give them a try with some butt paste and see how we fair. i've tried everything else i can think of with the cloth.