The mid-February catch up...
February brings Valentine's Day, which isn't exactly the most fun holiday for a kid who can't eat a lot of chocolate snacks and treats. So, I surprised Georgia with something else to kick off the month... matching leggings with Mommy! She couldn't wait to surprise Nick when he came downstairs to find us with our matching outfits.
She's also into anything Shopkins these days (Lord, help me), so this shirt from Mimi is her new pride and joy!
Everyday, Grant adores her more and more. Now that he's sitting up and playing with toys, she'll sit with him and play cups with him or hand him things that get just beyond his reach.
The hardest times at our house are the nights that we do peanut butter with Grant and need to separate the two of them from dinner until bedtime. It's craziness. I wish I could say it's going smoothly, but trying to force feed a 6 month old doesn't always go so well. Some nights, it's easy as pie. Other nights, it's like hosting a food fight in the master bathroom. We've had many nights where it's just impossible with our schedule, especially if Grant comes home tired or his eating schedule doesn't align with our nightly routine. We've quickly discovered that a tired and starving little guy does not make for a patient peanut butter eater!
|Some nights, your just want one of your sister's french fries!|
Last week, Nick was cooking dinner and we were all running around like crazy (aka - a typical week night) and my phone rang. I saw it was our allergist and I thought she was just calling to check in on Grant. However, she was calling about Georgia. She's starting a new program for peanut desensitization therapy and wants Georgia as patient #1. I had previously done research on the trials, but the closet location in Maryland was in Baltimore. It's an almost daily treatment and very time-consuming, both in terms of doctor's visits and then the home follow-up. She's working on preparing her office while we consider the program. There are many pros and cons. It's not a cure. It could end with us in the ER... repeatedly. It's a lot to think about and it consumes my mind most nights as I drift off to sleep. There's no guarantees, but it's a chance to make peanuts slightly less dangerous in the end for her. During my internal debates I keep thinking to the future and what it might mean when she's a teenager or off at college. Oh, the joys of parenting.
The SuperBowl was big news in our house last weekend. I spent part of the day running around prepping for the neighbors to come over for the game. I needed to run upstairs to throw some clothes in the dryer, so I plopped Grant next to Georgia in the play room. As I was in the laundry room, I heard screams of ROAR followed by both kids cracking up. I went downstairs to find the following...
|I'm sure it won't be the last time that Georgia dresses up her little brother|
The good news is that although my babies mean no snow, they do usually bring Boston a championship. The Bruins won the week that Georgia came home from the NICU. Grant got the Pats this year. Georgia was thrilled to wake up on Monday morning to discover that the Pats ended up pulling out the win. She wasn't too pleased when she went to bed at halftime!
|Wearing our celebratory gear on Monday!|
Later in the week, Georgia and I had to pick up all of her Girl Scout cookies that she sold.
Thank you to everyone who supported her troop and purchased cookies from her! I shipped out a few boxes to New England on Saturday morning. Maybe when it finally stops snowing up there (I'm horribly jealous), they'll arrive!
|Sorting out the cookies|
This guy would love to get his hands on a cookie or two...
The fuzzball hair continues...