This week has been eventful. Monday and Tuesday I baby-sat for my friend Hillary’s little boy Walker who is just 5 weeks older than Logan. He’s somewhat of a perfect baby, and so in comparison Logan is super high maintenance. We love our little needy Logan. He’s not as bad as he was when he first started being fussy. We still get good times from him during the day where he’ll sit on the couch and play by himself or is content to be entertained by the boys. But he is certainly not as carefree and easygoing as Walker was. Teagan and Easton got a kick out of him. Monday I ran some errands and took the younger 2 to G-Ma Patti. After I finished my errands I picked Easton up from school and headed back to G-Ma Patti’s to hang out for the evening and eat dinner over there. While we were there Jayden discovered some kittens in the hole in their backyard, and of course I was bombarded with pleas of, “Mom, can we have one?!” But I held firm, and I said no to those mangy little kittens. They were actually really cute, but I don’t like what they grow up to be. Upon leaving their house kitten-less Easton’s tears flowed like the great flood, and I really was sad, but we couldn’t keep one. I am allergic to cats. And really the reason is that I don’t like them. So thus began our week’s quest for the perfect Edgel family pet.
That night I came home and looked for free sad little dogs on craigslist. So Jacob and I convinced ourselves that we wanted a dog. But I like big dogs. Ones that can protect your home and keep you feeling safe if your husband is gone hunting. So we looked at a “white lab” that turned out to be a mutt. And then this morning Jacob picked up an American Bulldog from someone else on Craigslist, but when he brought the dog home we cowered with buyer’s remorse wondering what the heck we had just gotten ourselves into. That dog would have killed my baby. She couldn’t be restrained, she was 11 months old and already really big, and she would have destroyed our house. We don’t have a backyard to accommodate a dog of that nature. So Jacob called the woman back and got her to take the dog back. We dodged that bullet. At this point in our lives, we need a dog that doesn’t require an immense amount of home training. I need one that won’t massacre my children if I leave the room. One that can fit nicely and quietly in my house. We spent the day rethinking our dog idea and opted to find other pets for the boys. Jacob took the boys to a pet store while I went to lunch with my friend Hillary and our friend Kim (both who I met serving with them in YW’s) in hopes to dissuade them from wanting a dog. They decided a hamster would be good, or maybe a frog, but now I have a friend on FB who has a mini schnauzer that she wants to get rid of.
I should say, “No, we don’t want a dog.” But every time I imagine bringing a little doggy home and seeing the pure excitement and happiness on my little boys’ faces, I can’t help but decide that I really DO want a dog. Not for me, but for them. I am so in love with the idea of making them so happy, that our quest for a pet has been on the forefront my mind since Monday evening. And I’m not a pet person. But I am a little boys type of person (not in a creepy way), and I sure love making my little boys happy. So we will see what the next few days bring. Perhaps we will be the proud owners of a dog that I swore I’d never want.
I’ve done some school this week, planned some things for my sister’s shower, cleaned, schooled Teagan, spent hours trying to keep Logan from crying, and all the other things that accumulate and take up my time. Becca and Sadie came over to play yesterday for a bit before Juddy got home from work. And that has been our week thus far.
My dad is recovering nicely. His PT has been quite impressed with his progress and all the moving around he’s been doing. My dad doesn’t like to sit. He works out regularly, and I think all the sitting is driving him crazy, but he’s really doing well.
Logan spent most of last week napping 3 hours a couple times a day. It was crazy – I had to wake him each time. But yesterday and today he seemed to be back to his habit of a 1-hour nap schedule. His second nap was 2 hours, but the first one was short. I really loved those 5 days of 3 hour naps. I was living the life.
Sometimes I worry about Logan and his motor skills. He didn’t lift his head when he lay on his belly until he was about 2 or 3 months. Both E and T did that almost right away. He didn’t start bearing weight on his legs until about a few weeks ago, and E and T also did that right away. He doesn’t do well with eating food, he just kind of moves his tongue around and thrusts it out of his mouth. He doesn’t have much belly strength and is nowhere near sitting. I don’t feel like he grabs things as well as he should either. At his age Teagan was sitting and up on all fours rocking back and forth. Teags crawled at day 1 of 6 months, and Logan will not be anywhere near that on his 6 month mark. I probably shouldn’t compare him to Teagan because Teagan did everything earlier than most babies his age, and I don’t know if there is a legitimate concern here, but I do worry that he might have some developmental delays. Not cognitively, but physically perhaps. He definitely seems like he’s all there otherwise.
Well, I’m off. There is school to be done and a husband that needs snuggling, and morning always seems to come before I’m ready for it.
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