sick.

both z & i are sick. i've been fighting something since last monday, and he just got it. yucky, fierce cold. no fun. j is playing with z while i rest on the sofa, so i thought i'd take the free moment to blog. last weekend we left z with grandma & grandpa tigard, while we flew across the country for a wedding. j's friend from college got married outside of washington d.c. we were lucky to get a straight flight, but the 5+ hours of travel both ways didn't allow for much more than a few extra hours of sleep each night & the wedding itself. we did get to have a nice dinner friday night which was most enjoyable. we really missed the little guy. our realtor was busy showing the house to three different parties, none of which have made an offer. time is running out. lots of people pick up flyers, but that's about it.

our little guy is almost one year old! this time last year, i was having to go to lots of appointments - fetal monitoring, ultrasound, acupuncture... eating no carbs, getting larger & larger each day. wondering about so many things... what would his birth be like? would he be colicky? would i be able to breast feed? would i be able to handle the lack of sleep? i was so worried about so many things. i was excited, too, but i have to admit i was more full of anxiety than joy. it's almost a year later now, and we're all three still alive. it's been a year of wonderful things, not so easy times, but all in all, the positives have definitely outweighed the negatives. z is such a beautiful, happy being. we're honored to have the opportunity to raise him.

some stats... he's still really big. last time i checked, i felt 3 molars coming through. he takes steps by himself every now & then, but not consistently enough to say he's "walking." now he sometimes says "mamama" on command, but isn't quite yet calling either of us mama or dada. he sometimes can wave, but isn't doing any signing yet. for the first time, i didn't finely dice his veggies in the cuisinart, and i think he's doing fine with the chewing.

we're going to have a very low key birthday celebration next saturday. just the grandparents, us, and perhaps aunt m & uncle j (unless the bendites surprise us...???). i feel like j & i deserve a night of partying for surviving the first year, but i fear we'll still be sicky poo next weekend. that, and we did just get a weekend away, which is more than lots of parents get, so i guess we've already celebrated. woohoo! (although we do still have 6 days left to mess things up...)