I keep sitting down to try to write a post, and then can't think of anything to say. There just doesn't seem to be a whole lot of interest to talk about.
D continues to do pretty well dealing with everything. Today Q took a marathon 1.5hr nap (usually I'm lucky to get 30 minutes at a time... ). It was super nice, as I got to actually get down on the floor and play with D, which is really hard to do these days. I expected D to eat up this rare mommy-and-me time, and he did for the first hour or so, and then he started saying, "I think Quinn's awake, let's go check on him..." I think he actually missed his brother. =)
Then again, later on when Quinn took a marathon nursing session and had me glued to the chair for nearly an hour (while D watched yet another Mighty Machines video...), D asked me to get him some juice, and when I was still feeding Quinn 5 or so minutes later, he came over and said, "I think that's enough milk. I think Quinn has had enough milk now." I asked him what we should do instead, and he said "You can get me my juice."
Q's rash is basically all gone. We've had a few relapses, I've established that tomatoes definitely hurt him. I'm back on dairy now, as I haven't noticed enough of an effect on him to justify the huge PITA that it is for me to not have it. His temperament seems to slowly but surely be calming down a bit... he still fusses often, and some days are better/worse than others, but we're having more instances where he'll be entertained looking at toys for longer periods of time.
Right before my mom left, a friend of mine with two kids emailed me and told me that the first week on my own would be really hard, and I'd probably cry several times, and wonder what the heck I'd gotten myself into. Then the next week would be better, and the week after that a little better, etc. And she was totally right. When Q was right around 3-5 weeks things felt kind of awful. Now, while I'll feel frustrated and exhausted at times, most of the time things feel... ok. I can handle it. It may not always be fun, like when I'm busy with one kid while the other one screams, but I know I can handle it (and that they can, too). And that knowledge really makes all the difference.