Independence

Two weeks ago, we switched the car seat around, so Logan is facing forward.  The instructions for the seat stated that if the top of his head was an inch below the top of the seat, he needed to switch. Mike and I thought his head was actually even with it. The kid is a hair over 3 feet tall. He looks enormous.

Anyway, the switch has been a giant success. He loves looking out the window at the scenery and most especially cars and trucks, with which he is obsessed. He has a pair of car PJs that he ADORES. (He'll pluck him off of his dresser and just drag them around with him.) He's outgrowing them, though, and I'm looking high and low for something similar to replace them with.

Now that Joe and Trish have officially moved out, he's spending more time with Grammy and Grandpa. My mom has dropped him off at their house twice now on housecleaning days while she ran some errands. The first day was only a tad wobbly, with him breaking down when my mom came back for him, but with the second, he apparently was right as rain.

This bodes well for his eventual entrance into preschool, which I've always planned to be a gradual entrance.

He has no clue about the baby, of course, although he has stared a couple of times in obvious puzzlement at my abdomen. We're very curious to know how he's going to react to EB. Our best guess is that he won't care very much at first, and then, when he wants something (specifically from me, since EB will likely be with me most of the time) he'll probably try shoving the baby out of the way, which is what he does to stuff he doesn't want.

Since he isn't old enough to understand, I've got to do my very best to spend as much time with him as I can, but it's still going to be a rough transition for him, I'm guessing. He's the center of our (my) universe right now, but very shortly, he's going to have to learn how to share. Thankfully, love isn't a finite resource.

I'm actually hopeful, though, that the baby may be the motivation he needs to start talking when he suddenly realizes that he has this awesome power/weapon for getting attention.

We took him to a speech therapist, who wasn't very worried. She wanted us to attend an eight-week course for parents about kids with speech delay, but it was eight-weeks long, running past my due date, plus it was from 4-6 in Kearney Mesa. I would have to work really hard to find a more inconvenient time and place than that.

So, after emailing her about that, she said to just come back in two months. She recommended a particular book, which we got, and we'll see how things go.

And with that, I'll dash off. We've reduced his naps to two hours max, which has helped him sleep until nearly six most days (as opposed to waking up between 5 and 5:30.) But, this does cause some crankitude, so it's a slower, gentler process than in days past. He's now lying in his crib, sucking his thumb and looking at his warmed milk, which I set next to him. He definitely takes after Mike in the waking up department.