Cooper and I spent the morning with family: dyeing eggs with my sister-in-law, her kids, and the grandparents. He was more interested in dunking his hands in the dye, and is now Hulk green up to his elbow, but it was great fun! It was shocking to see how quickly 5 children could zip through 48 eggs.
My father-in-law was kind enough to stay at the house with all 4 little boys so that the girls could go to a nail appointment. June, my 3 yr old niece gets a mani/pedi more often than I do, which is pretty pathetic on several levels, but it absolutely cracked me up when I saw her grab an US Weekly and climb into her chair. We returned an hour later to find Cooper chasing his cousins in the yard, a huge smile plastered on his face, panting in his excitement. It seems he left it all on the field and is now on hour 3 of his nap.
Cooper at 18 months (+ 12 days, I’m always late on these)
We visited our pediatrician twice last week, and we get to go again tomorrow - good thing we adore him?
For two days I was monitoring Cooper’s fever, but when it spiked on the third morning to 104.3 it was time to hit the early morning emergency hours (jammies & gym shoes on both of us, lovey for Coop - the fever scared me out of embarrassment over our collective appearance). Also, can you believe the size of my child’s feet?! He was diagnosed with roseola, and just as the Dr assured us, his fever broke that night, was followed by a full body rash and horrific crankiness for a couple days, and then all was right in the world again.
Back again 2 days later, mid-rash, for his well visit, and my “little” guy is already 26.5lbs and 34” tall, something like the 95%ile! He’s physically well and his hemangioma (which you can see clearly in the bottom R photo) is already shrinking and fading. The Dr. estimates that it will disappear completely by the time he’s 6-8 yrs old. Developmentally, he’s doing great. It’s hard to stop myself from comparing him to his brother who had over 100 words at 18 months and could string together simple sentences - Cooper just isn’t there and while he adds new words, he clings to the same 10 in his day to day communication. I think it’s frustrating for all of us. On the flip side, he’s more physically advanced than Will was and has some pretty impressive fine and gross motor skills.
A gentle giant, Cooper is extremely sensitive. When he’s reprimanded, you can tell that his feelings are hurt more than that he’s angry, but he gets over it quickly (totally his father’s son). In one moment he exhibits a fierce independence and in the next he requires more hugs, kisses, and snuggles than any child I know. Cooper loves being tickled, taking baths with his brother, “reading” in his little chair, pointing out his body parts to you, and running like a mad man at the park.
A couple weeks ago I brought Will to The Chopping Block for a cooking class called “Tater Tots.” It’s an hour long class offered once a month to children ages 3-7. For $20 kids work with the chefs in preparing three dishes, learn about cooking and kitchen safety, and eat their creations. It was adorable, and Will loved it!
The menu changes for each class, and our group prepared Strawberry Banana Smoothies, Potato & Spinach Frittatas, and Pain au Chocolat. Will's been helping me in the kitchen for a couple years now, but it was interesting to watch him interacting with the chefs who taught our class. I definitely recommend checking it out if you have a little one who loves the kitchen. Unfortunately, the class is only offered at the Lincoln Square location right now - it fills quickly, so hopefully they'll add it at Merchandise Mart soon!
When the husband walked in with flowers tonight it suddenly registered that tomorrow is our “dating anniversary.” Will said, “Those are beautiful, Daddy. Are they for you, Mommy?”
I said, “Yes, tomorrow is the same day that Mommy kissed Daddy for the first time! It was nine whole years ago!” When what I was really thinking was “is it accurate to call it a ‘dating anniversary’ when our first date wasn’t actually until the following weekend? Because April 16th is really “The night that Daddy threw a fundraiser at Hye Bar and a newly-single Mommy got drunk enough to tell him ‘if you wanted to ask me out again, I’d say yes this time’ and then got him to take her home and, uh, things happened.” I guess you don’t really tell that stuff to your kids, though, and this is just the beginning of all the lies I’ll tell my children of my teens and 20s.
We said goodbye a month ago. When I realized that this morning, I thought back to that day, and for the first time in doing so I did it without crying. Progress.
My uncle sent this photo a couple weeks ago with a note: “I thought you might like to have this one.” It was displayed at her service, and I’ll never forget the way my uncle ran his hand over it, choking back tears and telling me “I never saw her wear her hair this way. Pretty, right? Can you believe that? In all those years, I never saw it once, until someone sent us this photo. It’s loose and casual but beautiful, just like her. I think it’s just lovely.” And then tears.
We spent the following night looking at literally thousands more photographs, until 1AM when no one could even see straight anymore. Baby Seabrooke. Seabrooke smiling, dressed for Halloween, posing with her siblings, graduating from college. And her last days in Argentina. But my uncle was right, this was my favorite, and I’m so happy to have it.
As I look out at my snow-covered deck, it’s hard to believe we were in shorts just two days ago! A pretty fun Saturday with my guys at an early soccer class, followed by a birthday party, and wrapped up with a trip to the new park. You’d think all that running around would ensure some great sleep … but no.
A city girl raising two city boys (3.5yrs & 17 mos). Spending our days making the most of what my sweet home Chicago has to offer. Always shopping (real and pretend), cooking, drinking, interwebbing, complaining, reality tv obsessing.