James is 15 months today. He is still not walking, but will walk much further as long as he has two hands to hold while he does it, or a hand and a piece of furniture. Today was big progress- he walked around childwatch holding my hand with one hand and his snack trap with the other, and then when we got home walked in the house holding just one hand. So I think it'll be soon.
I had postponed his 15 month checkup til October since his pediatrician is out on adoption leave. But yesterday we got a letter about the doctor who is covering- and it turns out to be JEFF's old pediatrician. So now I have to reschedule so Jeff can go in and see his old doctor. (I am a little worried about going to see some 70-something year old man who came out of retirement instead of our beloved pediatrician, but since I am pretty sure James is developing normally and he goes back to his regular doctor three months later I'll risk it.)
We had a big adventure this weekend- our first car crash as a family. We were driving down Topanga Canyon when a car pulled out in front of us and we ran right into it- I had enough time to try to brake but not enough time for it to stop us. I don't think Nathan really understood what happened until the firefighters (who were conveniently driving down the street behind us and pulled over to investigate) opened his door to ask if he was okay. He burst into tears- "What's happening??" Meanwhile James was all, "Hi! Want a cracker?" No one was hurt and the accident happened right by an In N' Out, so we got lunch, and rode in a tow truck, and it was fine. My mother came out the next day (she was coming to get my brother Daniel from his mission) which was convenient and she helped us get carseats and a rental car. Nathan has snapped back pretty well- he went from repeating over and over how scary it was and how he did not want that man to hit us to reenacting the crash with his cars and other objects, pointing out all the cars that were NOT hitting us while we drive ("Look, Mommy! That car looking where he is going!"), and showing me a magazine ad with a smashed up car and declaring "That car has a BIG owie but our car just has a LITTLE owie."
Then I had another mini-adventure today- James and I did our "Nathan is in school" routine- Y, Trader Joe's, then back home to play- when I noticed the check engine and "Low Tire Pressure" lights came on in the rental car. So we had to hustle it BACK over to the rental place, return that car, get a new car (we originally reserved an economy car but got a free upgrade because there were no economy cars there Monday- the guy was all, "So, I have to give you an economy car now," and I was like, "Sure, sure, that's fine," but admit I may have made a little sad face when he pulled out the keys- there was not even a clicker!- or maybe James was just so cute, so he said, "You know what, I'll give you another compact car" and I can now say that I do not like the Hyundai Sonata OR the Nissan Sentra nearly as much as my beloved Toyota Camry, and I am so glad that it is being fixed) and then get over to Nathan's school for pickup. We made it in the nick of time. But I am scared that these things come in threes- what auto-mishap will I have next?
I had postponed his 15 month checkup til October since his pediatrician is out on adoption leave. But yesterday we got a letter about the doctor who is covering- and it turns out to be JEFF's old pediatrician. So now I have to reschedule so Jeff can go in and see his old doctor. (I am a little worried about going to see some 70-something year old man who came out of retirement instead of our beloved pediatrician, but since I am pretty sure James is developing normally and he goes back to his regular doctor three months later I'll risk it.)
We had a big adventure this weekend- our first car crash as a family. We were driving down Topanga Canyon when a car pulled out in front of us and we ran right into it- I had enough time to try to brake but not enough time for it to stop us. I don't think Nathan really understood what happened until the firefighters (who were conveniently driving down the street behind us and pulled over to investigate) opened his door to ask if he was okay. He burst into tears- "What's happening??" Meanwhile James was all, "Hi! Want a cracker?" No one was hurt and the accident happened right by an In N' Out, so we got lunch, and rode in a tow truck, and it was fine. My mother came out the next day (she was coming to get my brother Daniel from his mission) which was convenient and she helped us get carseats and a rental car. Nathan has snapped back pretty well- he went from repeating over and over how scary it was and how he did not want that man to hit us to reenacting the crash with his cars and other objects, pointing out all the cars that were NOT hitting us while we drive ("Look, Mommy! That car looking where he is going!"), and showing me a magazine ad with a smashed up car and declaring "That car has a BIG owie but our car just has a LITTLE owie."
Then I had another mini-adventure today- James and I did our "Nathan is in school" routine- Y, Trader Joe's, then back home to play- when I noticed the check engine and "Low Tire Pressure" lights came on in the rental car. So we had to hustle it BACK over to the rental place, return that car, get a new car (we originally reserved an economy car but got a free upgrade because there were no economy cars there Monday- the guy was all, "So, I have to give you an economy car now," and I was like, "Sure, sure, that's fine," but admit I may have made a little sad face when he pulled out the keys- there was not even a clicker!- or maybe James was just so cute, so he said, "You know what, I'll give you another compact car" and I can now say that I do not like the Hyundai Sonata OR the Nissan Sentra nearly as much as my beloved Toyota Camry, and I am so glad that it is being fixed) and then get over to Nathan's school for pickup. We made it in the nick of time. But I am scared that these things come in threes- what auto-mishap will I have next?
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