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We went to the park today and Matthew wanted to wish you a happy new year:

Happy New Year!

All the pictures uploaded today.

Preface: Our apartment has a pretty deep, two doored closet (one opens into the living room and the other opens out into our hallway area) that we call the Murphy Bed closet – we think it used to hold a Murphy Bed back in the day. Anyway, in this closet we have about 8 or 9 boxes of books from our move that we haven’t found a home for yet (still getting bookshelves) and a few boxes of other assorted odds and ends that haven’t found a home. Once everything gets settled and organized, the plan is to use that closet as our clothing closet and storage space (our bedroom is a reformed dining room and thus has a cool buffet but no closet).

Matthew adores going into the closet and poking around. And lately he has been playing hide-and-seek, although he does not call it as such:

Just pictures today.

Today kind of sucked.

- Matthew didn’t wake up until 9:30AM. This is after an explosive diaper at 1:30AM, which kept all of us up for about an hour, and some of us up longer than most. I actually had to go in and wake him up.

- After I got him dressed, he puked up water and some remnants of dinner from the night before. He and I have worn more outfits today than is remotely appropriate.

- He then napped from about 11:15AM until 1PM. Ate some grapes and a banana. Drank some more water, had a few sips of apple juice.

- Then he had an explosive poop at the laundromat. Thank goodness there wasn’t anyone else there! I forgot wipes, so had to wet rough paper towels and change his diaper on the spot.

- Then while we waited for the wash loads to finish (this week we had my two loads, Josh’s two loads, M’s load, and all of our towels and sheets), we headed to Whole Foods so we could pick up more diapers (size 6 now! *SOB*). This is around 3pm. He falls asleep again, after eating a banana.

- He stays asleep from 4:15ish on, we came home while the clothes were drying. M falls in and out of sleep while we do a video chat with Josh’s parents. We decide at 5pm to put him to bed. Josh wrangles the cranky and sobbing boy while I get a fresh sheet onto his crib mattress.

- I return to the laundromat to fetch all of our clothes. I’m there for about an hour or so because none of my clothes are dry.

- I finally return home, M by this point has woken up and melted down. I get some Pedialyte for him (no milk today – see explosive poop) and he drinks it. Then because of his cold he coughs so hard that he triggers a puke, all over me and him. Change him.

- Josh wrangles M down to sleep again, poor schmoo. Then he goes to fold his laundry (I don’t fold his laundry because he is Particular) and says, “Where are my light colored clothes?” Oh, they would be still at the fucking laundromat because I FORGOT TO MOVE THEM TO THE DRYER. So he went back there while I made dinner, chicken parmagiana, to retrieve them from the washer and put them in the dryer.

- Meanwhile, I am sicker than I have been in a long time. I can’t breathe clearly through my nose, which is a freakin’ faucet. My throat is killing me and sneezing doesn’t help. I wanted to get a pair of shoes at Target today and something disagreed with me in the shoe section, because I sneezed (I counted) 15 times. The last time I sneezed I dislodged one of my contacts so I had to futz with my eyeball in the middle of the shoe aisle.

- Pettiest: I can’t smell a damned thing. I ate Swedish meatballs at IKEA today and I couldn’t smell them – I’ve been looking forward to these meatballs for ages! I had no idea how closely tied together my sense of taste was with my smell until today, because I couldn’t taste them at all. Josh says the chicken parm turned out really great, but damned if I could tell, it all tasted like cardboard to me. Bah.

I hereby request a weekend from my weekend.

Dear Matthew:

Pictures are worth a thousand words, right? Then consider this your longest letter. This month has been kind of tiresome – you are still healing from your time you were sick, we are still battling things like yeast (agh) and today you came down with a slight stomach bug, so Mama’s wiped. Besides, these pictures tell a better story than Mama could in words right now.

Love,
Mama
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So, Matthew was prescribed Claritin for his allergies. I took him this morning to go pick it up (side note: who was it who coined the term the terrible twos? Because I would like to punch that person and show him a tantrumy sixteen month old, who scratched my face something hard and then five minutes later was flirting with the cashier!)

Here it is:

GIVE “MATTHEW” 5ML BY MOUTH EVERY MORNING. “Matthew” – is it an actor playing the role of our son? Did the real “Matthew” go into the witness protection program? Did he change his name? Only the pharmacist at Walgreen’s knows.

We went to see Santa today up in Albany today.

(I am interrupting to note that today was 57° F. I wore a long-sleeved t-shirt and cropped jeans. Essentially, so did Matthew. This California living is something I can get behind.)

Matthew walked in and immediately honked Santa’s nose, to all of our amusement. Then he clung tightly onto Josh and was not about sitting on a strange man’s lap. Atta boy, Matthew.

The only person happy here is Josh:

Clearly unamused:

Compare with last year’s:

Josh took Matthew to the doctor for a follow up doctor’s visit from his ear infection/staph infection/other junk from October (he’s been sick for over an entire month, no joke. BAH!). He’s doing well, his residual cough is believed to be either asthma or allergies. We have to keep an eye out on it – so if it gets better and worse then it’s probably allergies. I think. I’ll have to doublecheck with Josh. Anyway, he is doing well. If he could just kick this residual cough, I think we’d all feel better.

I met up with Josh and Matthew tonight after work – Josh was headed off to a concert in Berkeley so we met in Berkeley and had dinner together – Taste of the Himalayas, an Indian/Nepalese place. We haven’t had Indian in awhile, and wow, was this well worth the wait. I was inspired by an entry of Sherry’s and ordered the butter chicken. That was just amazing. I feel like I can still taste it in my mouth. Yummy.

Matthew was a flirt tonight – on the bus ride home, he kept turning around and petting the woman in front of us, who was only too willing to oblige. She waved goodbye to him, and of course, Matthew only starts waving goodbye too when the doors are shut, the woman is gone, and the bus starts to pull away.

My boy is growing up so fast.

(More pics uploaded today)