Me: J, I think you need another breathing treatment.
J: Whyyyyy?
Me: Because you keep coughing.
J (cough, cough, cough): No (cough, cough) I (cough) don't! (cough, cough, cough, cough, cough)
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
18 months....
err, make that 19.5 months. And that's how delayed our doctor's appointment was.
It started out routinely enough. He runs around the office, giving me near palpitations at how many germ-infested things he touches, and I try to pretend he's not actually touching anything.
Then we get escorted back to our room, where the nurse proceeds to torture him by taking his temperature and checking his height. Oh, and he's also naked (other than a diaper) which is the equivalent of his worst nightmare (more on that in another post). Nurse-Helpful reaches to take him from my arms so that she can weigh him in another room. He turns his head, burying it into my shoulder, and gives me a look like "is this lady for real? She wants to hold me after taking my temperature?!?"
So I carry him to be weighed, where again, he melts into hysterical sobs when I put him down. A clown hangs above the scale. Nurse-Helpful tries to show him this. Seriously? A clown? Who on earth thinks clowns are fun? Ollie takes after his father and cries harder.
I manage to calm him again when Nurse-Helpful leaves. For the record, she only ever appears for the initial weigh-ins at well visits and to give shots...perhaps that's why neither of my kids like her. They much prefer the Sick-Nurse, who knows us by name and always remembers quirky things about both of my boys. In fact, Sick-Nurse popped in to say hello and ask where big brother was that day (thankfully at school).
Long story short, Height: 34 3/4 inches (95 %). Weight: 31 lbs., 3 oz. (95%). Head circumference: off the charts. Vaccinations: 2. Tears: Many.
When I mentioned his big head, the pediatrician said "It's not big. It fits right in with the rest of him." And that's why I love her. She's so wonderful and fantastically on top of things with how behind we are on shots. She always knows exactly when he can and can't have another vaccine without me even having to tell her. She was so happy with how far he's come with his sensory issues and his walking. She was also glad to see his ear tubes in place. That has been the best decision! With all the sicknesses miraculously gone, he's made huge progress and is healthy for the first time in a long time.
Pre-shots and before he was aware there was something to be fearful of (sorry for the crappy cell-phone quality pics):
It started out routinely enough. He runs around the office, giving me near palpitations at how many germ-infested things he touches, and I try to pretend he's not actually touching anything.
Then we get escorted back to our room, where the nurse proceeds to torture him by taking his temperature and checking his height. Oh, and he's also naked (other than a diaper) which is the equivalent of his worst nightmare (more on that in another post). Nurse-Helpful reaches to take him from my arms so that she can weigh him in another room. He turns his head, burying it into my shoulder, and gives me a look like "is this lady for real? She wants to hold me after taking my temperature?!?"
So I carry him to be weighed, where again, he melts into hysterical sobs when I put him down. A clown hangs above the scale. Nurse-Helpful tries to show him this. Seriously? A clown? Who on earth thinks clowns are fun? Ollie takes after his father and cries harder.
I manage to calm him again when Nurse-Helpful leaves. For the record, she only ever appears for the initial weigh-ins at well visits and to give shots...perhaps that's why neither of my kids like her. They much prefer the Sick-Nurse, who knows us by name and always remembers quirky things about both of my boys. In fact, Sick-Nurse popped in to say hello and ask where big brother was that day (thankfully at school).
Long story short, Height: 34 3/4 inches (95 %). Weight: 31 lbs., 3 oz. (95%). Head circumference: off the charts. Vaccinations: 2. Tears: Many.
When I mentioned his big head, the pediatrician said "It's not big. It fits right in with the rest of him." And that's why I love her. She's so wonderful and fantastically on top of things with how behind we are on shots. She always knows exactly when he can and can't have another vaccine without me even having to tell her. She was so happy with how far he's come with his sensory issues and his walking. She was also glad to see his ear tubes in place. That has been the best decision! With all the sicknesses miraculously gone, he's made huge progress and is healthy for the first time in a long time.
Pre-shots and before he was aware there was something to be fearful of (sorry for the crappy cell-phone quality pics):
Thursday, January 27, 2011
music with mom
Today I had a very hard time deciding which picture to use for my photo a day challenge. I had such a busy day with both kids and there were plenty of pictures to choose from. But in the end, I decided not to use the following pictures for the challenge, because I thought they needed their own post.
Almost a year ago, I made this post. And now the time has come again to have a special day for moms at J's school. He has been so excited about this all week. Every day he comes home telling me something new. Tuesday he came home telling me that he had made me a special snack for Thursday. I was a bit (ok, a LOT) wary when he told me the special snack was ice cream. But at this stage in his life, I can typically assume he knows what he's talking about when it comes to school.
So I hired a babysitter for Ollie (his very first ever) and made my way to the school this morning. I love seeing portions of his school day. I love it for a lot of reasons, but the biggest one is that sometimes there's this lightbulb moment "aha! That's where he learned that from!"
We started out by going to his Music & Movement class. There we sang a song about driving to Minneapolis (first lightbulb!) and danced around. We also sang a song that including burping (second lightbulb...the fake burping has been driving me nuts!) And then we sang a song that included blowing raspberries (third lightbulb moment).
Then we were presented with a gift made by our children.
And then we were invited to enjoy a dessert made by our children. Thoughtfully, they labeled each dessert so that we were given the one our child had actually prepared.
It was an hour and a half of one-on-one fun that I thoroughly enjoyed. And I'm so glad I was able to see how J spends parts of his school day.
Almost a year ago, I made this post. And now the time has come again to have a special day for moms at J's school. He has been so excited about this all week. Every day he comes home telling me something new. Tuesday he came home telling me that he had made me a special snack for Thursday. I was a bit (ok, a LOT) wary when he told me the special snack was ice cream. But at this stage in his life, I can typically assume he knows what he's talking about when it comes to school.
So I hired a babysitter for Ollie (his very first ever) and made my way to the school this morning. I love seeing portions of his school day. I love it for a lot of reasons, but the biggest one is that sometimes there's this lightbulb moment "aha! That's where he learned that from!"
We started out by going to his Music & Movement class. There we sang a song about driving to Minneapolis (first lightbulb!) and danced around. We also sang a song that including burping (second lightbulb...the fake burping has been driving me nuts!) And then we sang a song that included blowing raspberries (third lightbulb moment).
getting ready to do our music:
Then we were presented with a gift made by our children.
And then we were invited to enjoy a dessert made by our children. Thoughtfully, they labeled each dessert so that we were given the one our child had actually prepared.
It was an hour and a half of one-on-one fun that I thoroughly enjoyed. And I'm so glad I was able to see how J spends parts of his school day.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
actor in the making
One of my favorite childhood memories is putting on "plays" for my parents. I use that term loosely, as I was mostly a child dictator demanding that they pay attention to me, and treating my siblings like servants. So I was delighted to be on the opposite end of the spectrum for the FIRST time today.
Yes, my 4 year old has finally come to the realization that he can monopolize our time by promising great theatrical entertainment. His show started with "ladies and gentlemen, you may come in." And consisted of jumping, twirling, rolling, and posing in gymnastics-like fashion. Oddly, there were alligators ready to eat his feet if he jumped off the chair.
Me: Wow, you'll have to be quick to get away from that many alligators!
J (giving me a nasty look for interrupting his theatrical debut): I am using my FANCY feet. They always get past the alligators.
Yes, my 4 year old has finally come to the realization that he can monopolize our time by promising great theatrical entertainment. His show started with "ladies and gentlemen, you may come in." And consisted of jumping, twirling, rolling, and posing in gymnastics-like fashion. Oddly, there were alligators ready to eat his feet if he jumped off the chair.
Me: Wow, you'll have to be quick to get away from that many alligators!
J (giving me a nasty look for interrupting his theatrical debut): I am using my FANCY feet. They always get past the alligators.
Monday, January 24, 2011
theatrics
First there's the need to constantly shut doors. Obviously, this can be problematic.
Then there's his desire to only eat dinner on his own terms....once he's played "this little piggy" on himself.
Then there's his desire to only eat dinner on his own terms....once he's played "this little piggy" on himself.
but what's past minnesota?
Me: J, you need to use the potty before you go to bed.
J: Trust me, I will do it. Trust me all the way to Minneapolis.
J: Trust me, I will do it. Trust me all the way to Minneapolis.
Friday, January 21, 2011
offensive?
J (while taking his socks off): Daddy! Smell my feet. They smell like *Susie*
*Name has been changed to protect the possibly offended.
*Name has been changed to protect the possibly offended.
sticking to the easy words
Me: O, can you say J______?
O: Brudda!
Me: Good job! But can you say J_____?
O: NO!
O: Brudda!
Me: Good job! But can you say J_____?
O: NO!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Maybe we'll put off home improvements
J (while watching HGTV, where the guy was installing new flooring): This guy is freakin' me out!
Saturday, January 15, 2011
He's developing a personality
And I'm not sure how or when that happened. But one day, boom, he's a kid. Not a baby. Wow. Life is strange. The changes in a child's first 2 years are so incredible to witness and also so bittersweet. Matt told me not to rush his babyhood, not to wish for him to crawl and walk. Enjoy the immobile baby. But somehow, he turned into this tiny human anyway.
Today, Matt was lying on a pillow that O wanted. He kept yanking it, yelling "purple" (I'm assuming purple is pillow, but I could be wrong.) He was finally so exasperated that he said "Fie, Sih, Eight!" I burst into laughter. How can you not love a baby that knows what he wants, even when it means threatening his father with counting?
Today, Matt was lying on a pillow that O wanted. He kept yanking it, yelling "purple" (I'm assuming purple is pillow, but I could be wrong.) He was finally so exasperated that he said "Fie, Sih, Eight!" I burst into laughter. How can you not love a baby that knows what he wants, even when it means threatening his father with counting?
watch your language
Matt: I haven't played singles tennis in forever, I'll probably play like (muttering quietly) shit.
O: SHIH! SHIH!
O: SHIH! SHIH!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
photo a day update
I added a link to the right hand column for my picasa photostream. This will be where the photo a day pictures are located.
Buggy-isms
Bast-off, peas?- Can I watch TV? (comes from blastoff in Little Einsteins)
Dit Dit- blanket
Peeple- computer (yeah, that one took awhile to figure out)
Foofa- Woofy, his stuffed dog generously given to him by Big Brother
Go?- food is all gone
'side- Let's go outside
Unh uh, Nooooo- pretty self-explanatory, but they always go hand in hand
soh- sock
hell- help
Dit Dit- blanket
Peeple- computer (yeah, that one took awhile to figure out)
Foofa- Woofy, his stuffed dog generously given to him by Big Brother
Go?- food is all gone
'side- Let's go outside
Unh uh, Nooooo- pretty self-explanatory, but they always go hand in hand
soh- sock
hell- help
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
photo a day
Since we clearly don't have time for everyday updates ;) We'll do a challenge on this blog too. A photo a day for all of 2011...starting now. Just like everything else, we're a little late on this. But that's ok. We technically only missed 9 days since we posted yesterday too.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Wow, we have a blog?!
Seriously, I've been gone forever. And I'm sorry for that. Life is, well busy. And blogging....not so much time for that. Between J's school, O's Gymboree class, and me picking back up my nanny job, we're constantly busy. Not to mention, facebook picture updates kind of make me forget to double the pictures on this site.
Plans for this week were not so plentiful, due to weather predictions. So this week, we are home and lazy. Today is a snow day, tomorrow is likely an ice day (school is already canceled and Matt will work from home), and then the typical week will pick back up on Wednesday. Matt will be traveling Thursday.
So, the snow pictures!!
Getting ready to go out:
Waiting...
Also, check out our other blog endeavor (52 weeks, 52 books) , which will chronicle our reading journey over the next year. And since it's something we're super passionate about, we're going to be updating it regularly.
Plans for this week were not so plentiful, due to weather predictions. So this week, we are home and lazy. Today is a snow day, tomorrow is likely an ice day (school is already canceled and Matt will work from home), and then the typical week will pick back up on Wednesday. Matt will be traveling Thursday.
So, the snow pictures!!
Getting ready to go out:
Waiting...
Also, check out our other blog endeavor (52 weeks, 52 books) , which will chronicle our reading journey over the next year. And since it's something we're super passionate about, we're going to be updating it regularly.
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