Last week was Brian’s first week back to school (boo!), and wouldn’t you know it…Olivia came down with a sinus infection and pink eye! Thus, my mothering skills were put to the test, and thankfully, I triumphed with some help from my awesome husband and mother-in-law. I’m so glad that I’ve never had pink eye, but I truly hope my kids don’t get it again either…it’s awful to look at; every time I glanced at Olivia, I winced. See a relatively tame shot of her below.
Unfortunately, Olivia’s illness also brought back her need to be “babied,” which wasn’t so bad at first, but with jealousy of Connor’s attention thrown into the mix, temper tantrums entered the Carro household. I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or scream when Olivia started rolling on the living room and following me into every room of the house howling, but I did none of those things. I just called Brian and begged him to break the speed limit when driving home. The other thing that complicated my life with two little ones all alone is that Olivia has learned how to open and close doors (and not just the refrigerator). Now that might not seem so bad, but when I’m nursing Connor, she’s out of my reach and will sometimes ignore my “no’s.” (We had to break down and put safety knobs on some of the rooms.)
Needless to say, we did not really celebrate Halloween this year; we just went to Grandma and Grandpa Carro’s house. I did try to put Olivia in her puppy costume, but as you can see from the crying picture below, it didn’t go well. Connor didn’t mind his “cow” costume until Olivia stepped on his arm.
And we did get our first trick-or-treater in all four and half years of living here!
So, the past week and half really haven’t been that bad. I’ve got to spend lots of quality time with my kids. Now that Olivia is back at daycare a couple days a week, I really miss her. Update on Olivia: She’s using so many words now; we have to be really careful because she repeats almost everything we say, including “crap,” “shoot,” and her personal favorite that she says all of hte time now–”oh jeez” and “oh man.” Sometimes her voice is soft and sweet–just utterly adorable–and other times, she’s yelling or grunting her words. It’s a riot listening to her. Our hearts absolutely melt, though, when she says her brother’s name–”Non-nor.” Oh–here’s something that’s funny and really odd–Olivia is scared of whipped cream. We’re not sure why–the can?, the substance?–but she will freak out if it’s on her tray, yelling “no…clean” repeatedly.
Update on Connor: he’s becoming more and more alert, staring at my face quite often. Yesterday he grinned at me several times, but I’m still waiting for the big smile! He’s also starting to sleep a little longer at night (3-4 hour chunks), but I have to hold him from 8:30-10:00 usually to insure any results.





















































































































































