Valentine’s Day?

Baby Wells is now a week old and it is safe to say two things: one, I am completely in love and two, I have lost complete control over my hair! I was planning on attempting to fix it this morning and then I weighed up the fact that I had a spare 10 minutes to either try and make my hair look glam for my toddler and my one week old or I could indulge in an extra large latte while sitting down. I now know I still have my marbles because I chose the latte!

I know I am probably supposed to be writing about Valentine’s Day today but in all honesty I forgot about it and thankfully so did my husband. I am sure we will be that annoying couple if people ask and just say every day is Valentine’s Day in our house but the truth is 7 days post labor I am so far away from “baum-chick-a-baum-baum” and saucy lingerie I think I have suppressed the distant memory of a romantic Valentine’s Day. It is probably appropriate, however, for me to purchase a large quantity of pink paper, glitter, glue and confetti so JR (my toddler) can dive deep into an art project.

Valentine’s Day may have also slipped my mind due to the general state of chaos in our household this weekend. Let me tell you there was a lot of “craffing” (crying and laughing at the same time which I seem to do a lot of these days). I have been completely obsessed with the fact that my toddler is deeply upset by arrival of his baby brother. So much so that I have had my head buried deep into analytical books and have engaged in countless (too many if you ask him) hours of conversations with my hubby about the topic. JR has been generally out of sorts, whining, easily upset, clingy, melt downs at the drop of a hat (you know, if one opens the apple juice in the wrong way) and I was chalking this all up to the fact that his world just got turned upside down. I wish I had footage of me down on one knee talking to him about his inner most feelings.

Any-hoo, at some point yesterday it occurred to me that he was looking a little peaked and so we took his temperature. The poor lamb was sick, yes sick, not freaking out over his baby brother but out of sorts because his chest was hurting, stomach aching and eyes stinging. Somehow in my delirious state I had over psycho-analyzed the situation and forgot the obvious, my sweet pea has a cold! I am sure he is not exactly thrilled that he must share my attentions but he is also not completely devastated and adapting pretty darn well in a very short amount of time. I had to just sit down and “craff”. What a misdiagnosis!