Poor Cooper. On Thursday, 17 Nov, Abbie noticed a couple of bumps on him, but she didn't think much of it because they didn't look like hives or anything to really get concerned about. Well, Friday, he had more bumps. So I took the day off and took him to the doctor's to be sure of what it was. It looked a lot like his roseola he had before, but something was different. The doctor said he thought it was most likely > Chicken Pox. Soooo, I've gotten the pleasure of staying home since Friday with Cooper because of his chix pox. We had to cancel our trip to Charlotte for Thanksgiving and we can't even spend it with any other family because of his contagiousness. As you can see, he didn't have it hard on his face, but his back had some pretty big pustules which have turned into very big scabs. He didn't itch until the pustules burst and scabbed over. On top of that, his eczema really flared up because his system was putting so much into fighting the Pox. Hopefully, he'll be better next week.

Lookin' For An Update?

Thanks to Dawn and Katie for "reminding" me that the blog wasn't updated. As if Abbie telling me that every week wasn't enough. Okay, we've got a month to cover. Here it goes...rapid fire...in no particular order.

Cooper's clingy. Can't get him to stay on the floor without chasing you around so he can be picked up. He screams in his car seat in Abbie's car. And he wants nothing to do with me if Abbie's around.

He doesn't get as distracted as he used to....can't just give him a piece of paper and he'll play with it for an hour. Nowadays, its either pick him up, or give him something he truly wants...which as this very moment as I write this is an extension cord. Should I be worried?

He's had a constant elevated temperature for a couple of months, and we found out why. He finally had a top tooth break through his gums. Ouch. Especially for Abbie when nursing.

No, he's not talking yet...at least, not until he says "momma". He makes noises very similar to "the day" and "dad", but they're not words. He ain't speaking until he says "momma". Hmm, the boy could be 2 years old before that happens. :-P

His separation anxiety wakes him up at night. Whereas he had a few nights before that indicated he was going to be sleeping through the night in no time at all...he now wakes up at least 3 hours after he goes to bed, and then at elast once after that. Oh, and because of his separation anxiety, Abbie can't put him back to bed...I get to. Put him in the crib and the results are the same as putting him on the floor during the day. Crying. Did I mention he's having some serious separation anxiety?

The boy is starting to hit. I mean, I'm sure he's not aware that what he's doing hurts like hell and is sooooo rude, but he'll smack Abbie and me while we're holding him and he wants to play. Ain't nothing like trying to put your son down to sleep in the middle of the night, and all he wants to do is smack your fat belly b/c it makes a funny noise. Hmph.

He's walked a few steps with help. He will walk along the couches as long as he's holding on. One day, I went to pick him up at daycare, and what did he do? He looked at me, and stood up without any assistance and without holding onto anything. I was flabbergasted.

And all he does when he's standing next to you is want to chew on your leg. Guess there's no need to get a puppy, we have Cooper.