The days have been endless but the weeks have just flown by. Why is that always the case? Dylan's bronchial infection was apparently just that, an infection. However, on the day he finished his course of Biaxin, he developed a cold. The downside of having Sasha in daycare. So he was congested again. But this time it was a stuffy nose instead of a stuffy chest. So a week of that resulted in him losing his appetite for yet another week and about a pound and a half. However, in view of the fact that at 8 months he is the size of a North American 1 year old, the weight loss is apparently nothing for us to worry about. Around this time I gave up on channelling my inner Martha as I kept having to throw away the food I had painstakingly made, which in addition to his not eating, made it doubly frustrating. So I switched to jars of food, which was less painful to chuck after a spoonful. He has started eating again although we are back to square one which is simple pureed fruits..sigh..just as we were on to avocado and cottage cheese. We are also just getting back into the usual nap schedule and instead of getting up every 2 hours (I swear, it was like having a newborn again), he only wakes up twice for his milk (which we are transitioning into whole milk by mixing half formula and half whole milk). Before his infections, he was going through the night without milk, but I guess we have to take small steps towards that goal again. Also, as I am trying to get him to hold his bottle, his fast flow size 3 nipples have been swapped back to size 2's, so he wont choke, but this increases his feed times from 5 minutes to 15. Ah well, as long as he learns to hold his own bottle soon. Funnily enough, even when sick, he is such a happy camper. Laughing, giggling, grabbing at things, launching himself off the sofa, and torturing Sasha. I hated his being sick, but one day as I was walking Sasha to daycare I was able to put things into perspective. Ahead of us on the sidewalk was a boy in a wheelchair with his carer. He was obviously paralyzed from neck down. So while I found it such a chore to wake up every 2 hours, at least I knew that time would heal Dylan and he is still my healthy happy bunny. Thats all that matters right?

D is in Europe again so I am not only sleep deprived but also surviving on cereal and coffee. I am just too lazy to cook anything for myself. So lazy that I actually walked to the end of the block and bought myself a tuna salad sandwich for lunch. How sad is that.

To keep myself busy, I have been gathering stuff around the house to sell at the yard sale we are organizing week after next. I am seriously surprised how much junk we have. I am also amazed at how much of Sasha's clothes we still have left after giving away 2 suitcases full recently. We have another 2 suitcases..I swear..when did she wear all these clothes? I also notice that from age 2 onwards, I seem to have only gone to the Gap around the corner..again, I am reminded of how lazy I am. Pricing everything for $2 each...which is a steal considering there are barely used Laura Ashley and Ralph Lauren dresses and Gap outfits galore. I initially thought of holding the sale ourselves, then decided to invite a couple of neighbours thinking the more the merrier. Since 4 of us were planning to sell our kids stuff, I figured I would just ask around if other neighbours would be interested. So far we will have 16 houses selling stuff from snowboards, skis, furniture, china, lamps, and lots of clothes (we are thinking of calling it the GapKids resale sale). It is now a street sale. Should be fun and a great way to recycle and reuse..keep those toys out of the landfills.