I was busy last Monday and missed a post, and then I was busy busy busy! And a little lazy lazy lazy too.
Saturday, the 28st of May, our ward had a temple trip to Winter Quarters temple, and we went. We got Tiffany, my sister-in-law, to come with us to help us with Mason-man, since Mike was concerned about him getting lost in the crowd of children waiting for their parents. A couple days before that, I had left Mason with Mike while I went to the store with my friend Tara (YAY Tara!) and he screamed like a banshee when I left, so we decided to be tricky when we left him. We left one at a time, and got him occupied, so in the end he didn't even notice we had left. It helped that he had been in the car with Tiffany all day, so he was used to her and happy. He didn't seem to notice we were gone, and when we got back he didn't notice me right away. When he did, it was like he was saying, "Oh where have you been?" and he wanted me to hold him but he wasn't urgent about it. That was a bit of a disaster though, because since I hadn't nursed him for more than 10 hours, I think I got a breast infection, and I spent the next day nursing him a lot to get it cleared out. Driving home for all that time with chills isn't fun, Mike ended up driving more than he would have liked.
He is still clingy though, especially places he is unfamiliar with, or unoccupied. I can leave him when we are at home, or at my in-laws' place, because he is used to us being there, but even then, he is a bit clingy. I kinda like it, it's nice to be needed.
The other day, Mike and I were folding laundry on the bed, and Mason was playing on the bed. When we were done, Mike put the basket on Mason's head, and here's what happened:
It was funny, the thing isn't that heavy, but he was acting trapped. He wasn't too concerned about it at first either. So cute!
And he is getting very good at walking. The other day, he was walking back and forth between me and Mike at my aunt's house without much prompting, and he did it for 20 minutes tonight, and started walking around the living room too. He seemed to really get the spirit of it tonight, and was so excited that he could do it. I wish I had had a third person to take a video of it. Crazy little boy! He is so smart and so strong!
And so sweet! He likes to climb on me and cuddle.
Our main focus the last little bit has been trying to get him to sleep better. When I was working, I was always so tired at nights, that I couldn't deal with it, so when he woke, I would just nurse him. Well, a few nights ago, he was being contrary, and I lost it. I put him in the crib and left him to cry it out, because I was exhausted. So I am enforcing night weaning. We have a sippy cup of water for when he wakes up screaming, but the rest of the time, we leave him to fuss himself back to sleep. It's already made a difference, he only woke up twice last night, once for a drink, and the other time after he had been sleeping for 8 hours, so I figured he was hungry, and after that point I'm ok to nurse him. Plus, he's gone from going to sleep at 11:30 or so, which he was doing the first couple of weeks I was home, to going to sleep around 8:30. Which makes for a happy mommy!
Oh, and our air conditioning finally got fixed! We turned it on the first Monday I was home, and it didn't work. It wasn't too bad a problem at first, it was cool enough that we could leave the windows open all day and bring down the temperature, but I am very glad it finally got fixed, the temperature was in the 90's this week and Mason did not do well last summer when it was really hot.
I have been having trouble sleeping now though which is very annoying. I have been having what may be restless leg syndrome, which I've never really had before, except when I was several months pregnant. I had one episode in college. I am trying some tricks to alleviate the problem, like not reading in bed. Which one of them is not staying up too late, so I should probably stop writing this, and go to bed. Goodnight all!
And he is getting very good at drinking on his own from a sippy cup.
