My super size baby

At 6 months Sean is still in the 75% for everything. He is 27 inches long and almost 17 lbs. He got a few shots today and a prescription for Triamcinolone cream. Apparently he has eczema, poor kid. He is healthy and doing well. But the Dr. thinks he should be sitting up- and he's not. Just scooting all around. Which he shouldn't really be doing yet. He's a little early with that, I think.

The sweet story of the brothers Dreyer.

While Seth bathes I usually plop Sean in the tub as well. I have to hold him up with one hand while I wash him but it's more convenient for me. Seth always loves it, he thinks Sean can play in the tub with him. The other day he tried to give Sean a toy,"Play with me" he requested. Obviously the little guy was clueless but smiled anyway because he loves anything his brother does. Then Seth but his arm around my neck and Sean's and said " Friends, we are all friends!"

Domo arigato, Mr. Destructo

If there was a contest for how quickly a small child could destroy a small house ,my son would win, hands down! All it takes is a short visit to the facilities for him to find something he shouldn't get into and completely create a disaster. And the thing is, he knows what he should and shouldn't do because many times he will try to close the door and say "Go away, Mom" if he knows that there is something in the room that he wants to get into. I have learned this by making the mistake of actually going away for a few minutes when he has done this.
Sometimes I feel as if poor Sean gets gypped in the attention department since we spend all day cleaning up after Seth. Remember when the tasmanian devil would turn into the tornado and deestroy everything in his path? Well, that's Seth.
Boundless energy with no where to burn it off since it's 120 degrees out. The kid would end up with heat stroke after 5 minutes.
Anyway, we did all go to Mamaw's on Friday evening and ate roast and mashed potatoes. Seth and I really enjoyed it. Seth and sean also played pretty hard and slept wonderfully that night. We probably wore out Mamaw, but she enjoyed seeing the boys. She wants to see Sean more because when he doesn't see someone in a period of weeks he gets shy when he sees them again and cries.
Sean is trying and trying his hardest to crawl he rocks forward and back on his hands and knees, almost like he's building momentum, and then he lurches forward to move. And then does his half drag/ half army crawl thing. Hey, it seems to work for him.
Boys are hungry, time to feed the starving boys, you'd think they never ate before by the way they carry on!

And I shall call him "Scooter"

Because that it what he does, you see. He kind of wiggles and scoots himself around now and does pretty well. The kid can really cover some area with his semi-limited mobility. He frequently gets up on his hands and knees and rocks and rocks back and forth but can't seem to figure out the crawling thing yet. He has already become proficient at his odd wiggle/scooting maneuver so I am sure he will crawl soon.
I thought they were supposed to sit before they crawl? Sean isn't so great at the sitting thing. He can sort of prop himself on his arms but he quickly fall to the side.
And he has also joined the world of the toothed (teethed?) since he now has two little teeth on the bottom of his mouth. Poor kid. Oddly enough, he isn't so grumpy as I would expect him to be. He is generally an easy going kid. Thank goodness.

My ugly scar

The skin in the center of my scar is very pink and there are several pink spots surrounding it where the sutures were. It looks quite horrible so I guess my arm modeling days are over. Such a waste. Boo hoo.
My grandmother is peeved that it scarred so much, she thinks the Dr. should have done a better job suturing. Doesn't bother me as much I guess. I have the reminder of my stupidity my my arm for eternity. I deserve it. Fortunately my insurance covered all of the ER visit minus the $100 co pay so that's not too bad.

I could get used to this

" Hop into bed!" I said. And he did. Only he had to be silly first and position himself in every strange sleeping positon ( like upside down with his feet in the air) and say" Like this?"
He's silly.
Finally he got into bed correctly and I said goodnight. By the time I got back to the living room little Sean had passed out on the blanket on the floor. Awwwww! So cute.
Anyway this has happened two nights in a row! Both boys going to sleep at the same time. I certainly hope this continues.

Seth: future handyman...

He was poking around the vacuum cleaner making beep, boop, and clicking sounds. I had to ask," What are you doing ,Seth?"
"I'm fixing the vacuum cleaner, it's broken."
I did not know this but at least I know it's fixed now.:)

I think he's been watching "Robots" too much.

Upside down brothers

Remember that lame Nickelodeon show "The naked brothers band" ? Well, my boys will be the Upside down brothers. They both have an odd fascination with being upside down. Seth thinks it hilarious and Sean just laughs and laughs.
Maybe it's just a boy thing. Maybe my kids are strange.
Today while I took a shower Sean lied on the bathroom floor with his toys and turned himself facing the bedroom so he could watch Seth run around in circles in the bedroom. He just giggled and giggled. Sean thinks that everything Seth does is extraordinarily humorous. It's cute now but just wait until Sean tries to copy everything his big brother does... I just better keep my health insurance plan.

Ever have one of those days that you feel like you are second best at everything? Today was my day. I was a lousy overworked nurse with people falling ,dying, and trying to fall all around me. I long for some alone time away from my boys for a little mental health break ( Just 30 minutes would be sufficient-I swear) And I am quite sure I am the worst wife that ever existed. We won't even get into that.
It's safe to say that today just was a bad day and my head hurts.
I hope tomorrow is a better day.

Speak my mind or lose my mind

Much of the time I opt for the latter since I am not confident that I am correct in whatever the issue is. So I just bottle things up so I don't upset anyone and say something I may regret. People think I am nice and happy. But when I explode, I (obviously) sometimes do damage. Of course, not to any living thing but sometimes a poor, defenseless window gets the brunt of my anger. In my defense, this has happened exactly once. Any other time I screamed or broke a coffee cup. (note to self: breaking coffee cups is less harmful for my health and well being-not to mention the integrity of my skin)
I worked a double shift Sunday and then had to work monday AM as well. So you can imagine I was feeling pretty worn down by the time I got home yesterday afternoon. I found that David had stripped the crib sheets and Seth's bed sheets to wash them but the beds weren't made and the laundry from the previous day was dumped out on the bed awaiting my arrival.
I was a little irritated but didn't want to show it because I thought it was probably petty and I didn't want to upset David.
It really bugged me and ate at me! Fianlly I told David that even though I didn't ask him to put away the clothes I thought he might and it irritated me that he saved them. All he said was " Okay, I'll remember that for next time" or something like that.
Wow, that was easy. This communication thing. I guess ,I should do it more often. But I need to work on listening as well. I hear fine, but sometimes (especially if I have a fussy, hungry 5 month old boy in my arms and a 2 year old climbing on me) I tend to not pay attention as well as I should.

yard work- Dreyer style

I finally got tired of waiting for a day with temps. under 150 degrees to weed the front yard. So after David left for work I set a blanket and a beach umbrella out on the lawn for Sean, and Seth and I went to work. Well, it was mostly me working. He would pick up the odd item found in the yard and swat me with it. For instance, he found one of those plastic things that attach to a flower pot so you can hang it from your roof eaves, I don't kow where he got it but I got smacked in the head a couple times. He thought it was funny. Me, not so much.
Well, between beatings from my two year old son, I actually accomplished some weeding. Seth helped to scub out the bird bath. Sean just rolled around on his blanket.
Eventually we were all overheated and we came inside. We all had matching pink cheeks.
Sean quickly sucked down a bottle and promptly fell asleep while Seth announced." I want sumpin'!" Which is his lovely way of saying he's hungry.
I told him I was going to make Bagel Bites but he was peeved that I was going to cook them first. He seems to think that everything should just come out of the fridge ready to eat. I guess i'll think twice about going to his house for dinner in 20 years.
He didn't want to wait ,so while I used the facilities, he got up on a kitchen chair and opened the loaf of bread and took a slice. At least, he put the loaf away where he found it. He doesn't get that from his Dad...:)
After we ate I decided he needed to bathe. I think he smeared much of the pizza sauce on his face, I'm not quite sure why.
Next thing I know ,while I was making up his bed he ran down the hallway and grabbed a paintbrush David let him play with and he decided he was going to "paint" the tub with water. It was quite cute, especially since he was humming "Baa Baa Black Sheep" at the time.
He's so weird.

What a good brother!

As I shower I place Sean on the floor in the bathroom with a couple toys while I usually sing songs to him. Seth plays on my bed watching TV. Today I noticed Sean had batted his little soft blocks away from him and he couldn't reach so I said," Aww, you can't reach your blocks!" Seth immediately hopped off the bed saying "I'll get them!" He wandered into the bathroom and picked them up and placed them so Sean could reach. It was very sweet.
Seth didn't like my singing though, as I sang the ABC song to Sean, Seth would come into the bathroom and say " Stop it!".