Sickly

It's that time of year again, when every other post of ours is about being sick. Good times! This week it was Lucia with strep and Espen and I with a sore throat virus that made us feel generally miserable and super lethargic. Here's a shot of us at the doc on Monday. Pete was with us, but Espen lost his mind when he saw me with Lucia trying to comfort her, as her fever was 102.3 (!). He's back at daycare, I'm back at work and Lucia is back at school today. Rough few days, but we're on the mend. Hooray!

17!

Espen turned 17 months old yesterday and we celebrated by getting hand-foot-mouth disease again, which means no daycare and we're basically quarantined at home. PARTY. Which wouldn't be a bad thing, except for the fact he's climbing and SO destructive. I remember friends of toddler boys telling me that everyday they're basically preventing the kid from injuring himself, ALL DAY. Yep. It's like that.

But he's so cute. This month we've seen a lot more words -- Pete says he said the word UP yesterday, for instance. He sings Let It Go with Lucia (of course), he shakes his head no, but seems to not really understand what that means. He also climbs up on our dining room chairs now, all the livelong day, and up on the kitchen table. Hugely entertaining is also standing on the ottoman and basically falling onto the sofa. And then back to the ottoman. So fun!

We are looking to move as soon as possible. I'm hoping we can make it to next summer, but I'm just not sure, watching how Destructo is. He needs a yard and places to run around.