Can't say I'm surprised

On Thursday I turned in all the end of semester paperwork, grades and whatnot. I also finally succumbed to a cold on Wednesday evening.

This poor body has been pushed and abused quite a lot for the past few months (if you count pregnancy as abuse, and maybe it does, then over a year) so I'm not surprised I finally came down with something. I gotta say, it was a long time coming, and it happens often that once I'm out of the thick of stress I come down with anything that's floating around. Cookie woke up with a scratchy throat today (also not surprisingly, but he was sure his immune system would prevail) but at least baby Peanut is not sick. I hope my milk protects him, because he's being a handful as it is.

I think we just started the 8th month development leap, and it hasn't messed with his nightsleep too much (yet, I am sure the sleep regression is just around the corner), other than a couple of nights where he woke at 4:30 ready to play but I manage to get him back to sleep around 5 or 5:30, mostly without intervening. He has sort of dropped one nap (nooo), the really early one, the one I used to get breakfast while he slept. So it's been a week of transitions. He has, though, stabilized his sitting so he can now hang out on the floor without much danger, he's starting to use the pincer grasp, he's very mobile rolling and sort of scooting around (mostly backwards),  and this week he signed milk and more for the first time! I haven't seen the more sign, though my mom has, while feeding him, but he's signing milk while he breastfeeds almost every feeding now, and last night he signed it when we were about to get him in the tub, when I knew he was hungry. So, yay!! I don't think I'm imagining things!

I haven't signed consistently since I wasn't sure I was getting through him, but I am determined to sign more things more often! Hopefully the signing will help with the newfound communication "skill" he's developed: screaming bloody murder. It sounds like we're killing him and it depletes our patience in like two seconds. Nghhh. I know he's frustrated because he wants to do things but he can't yet, and his brain is going much faster than his chubby body, but boy can he scream.

It's been a whirlwind of a week with him, specially while I'm under the weather, but work is slowing down a bit. H&C's house is doneeee, my parents' bathroom is doneeee, the industrial park zoning project is doneee (and paid!) so I'm only dealing with Mrs. T's renovation right now and two projects, the office remo one that is still kicking my ass (mostly because I don't want to do it) and a new project for one of Cookie's coworkers, a facade redesign for an old house. I haven't even started that one. I'm trying to take it easy a bit, though I think once I kick this cold I'm just going to feel much, much better than I have in months.

Fingers crossed.