I'm Back!

Whew!! Long time, no write!! At first I didn't mean to be away from the blogosphere for so long, but then I decided to take a bit of a sabbatical.... Only I never actually got around to posting and letting y'all know that! I'm not even sure if anyone even checks my blog for new posts anymore. Sorry about that everyone!

Life picked up for a while, and I just didn't have the time or energy to write anything. I did THINK about things I wanted to write about, they just never made it to the computer. :-p I actually started writing this post back in May, and it's taken me this long to get a chance to finish it!

Anyhow, here's a quick update for anyone who may still be reading this blog -- or randomly stumbles across it, ha ha. Peanut Butter Cup turned 18 months old in May, and less than a week later he decided that it was high time for him to be climbing out of his crib, so as soon as his daddy got home from some away training a couple of days later Peanut Butter Cup's crib was made into a toddler bed. It was an interesting adjustment to say the least, but it didn't really change his sleeping habits much aside from the very first night when I had a nightlight on so he would be able to see if he woke up in the night and got out of bed--the light was too stimulating for him and we ended up having a five hour party-time instead of his normal 1-3 hours. Needless to say, we were both exhausted the next day, and he actually slept for about 11 1/2 hours straight the next night (a rarity to be sure!), for which I was VERY grateful.

Now things are pretty much back to normal and he actually sleeps through the night on occasion--sometimes several nights in a row which is SO wonderful! I can't wait until he sleeps through the night every night.... It will make planning out my days and nights a little bit more predictable than they are currently. :-)

Peanut Butter Cup is in the process of cutting his four cuspids and then all that will be left are the very back molars. Teething is another thing that I can't wait to be done with. It will be a huge relief to know that he isn't hurting from cutting teeth anymore!!

June 4th was quite an eventful day--not only was it my husband's birthday, but it was also the day Peanut Butter Cup got his first set of stitches (not something I'd care to repeat for a VERY long time). So, how did it happen? Well, we were Skyping with my husband's parents in the play room while Peanut Butter Cup ran around playing like he always does, only this time he tripped and hit his forehead square on a toy (one that was supposed to be safe because it had rounded edges...he just happened to find the one sharp joint underneath the rounded edge). Because it was a head wound it instantly started bleeding quite a bit which of course shook me up because he's my baby and I can't stand the thought of him getting hurt like that. My husband took charge of the situation and told me to get tissues and put pressure on it. Peanut Butter Cup was thrashing around quite a bit though and I was scared I was going to hurt him more so my husband took over that and told me to get ready to leave so we could go to the emergency room. I think we were out of the door and on our way within about 7 minutes of it happening. I sat in the back with Munchkin on the way there and tried to distract him and keep him calm while I tried to clean most of the blood off of him. He had stopped screaming by then, but started crying a few times during the short drive, fortunately though he was pretty easy to distract so that kept him from crying the whole way there.

By the time we had gotten to the clinic (my husband had decided on the way that he probably didn't need to go to the E.R.) and had signed in, Peanut Butter Cup was pretty much back to his normal self--wanting to run around and be chased, all the while giggling--which was a huge relief to me (and my heart--which I think had stopped momentarily when he fell and I saw all of the blood).

He ended up having to get three stitches, and let me tell you--he was SO brave. He didn't whine or fuss when the nurses swaddled him, or had to clean it out--or even when they had to numb the area, which was the point at which they said things usually started to "get interesting". I think he would have been fine during the whole stitching process as well, but they insisted on covering his face up with a cloth--which is something that he absolutely hates. He was very upset by that and by the time the nurses had finished stitching him up he had exhausted himself, was beet red, and had soaked the sheet under his head in sweat and tears. I felt so bad that he had to go through that and was very relieved when they had finished and would finally take the cover off of his face.

His stitches are out now and it has been healing very nicely. Now, hopefully God and Peanut Butter Cup will both have mercy on me and there won't be any more injuries for a loooooooooooonnng time.

I'll post pictures soon!

I've missed blogging...hopefully I'll be able to get back into posting at least once a week here in the near future!