Buddy was chewing on something that I couldn't see.
"yummy!" he exclaimed.
"What's yummy?" I asked.
"Boogers."
*******
Grandma uses a step ladder to reach things on the top shelf of the kitchen cabinets. After she stepped down a moment ago, Buddy exclaimed, "My turn!"
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Monday, December 27, 2010
Friday, November 05, 2010
Buddy's 1st ER visit
It's been 4 days already... but here's the story if have not already heard. Grab a kleenex.
Original note begun 10:30pm, Tuesday 11/2/2010:
Original note begun 10:30pm, Tuesday 11/2/2010:
pardon me while i type one handed. my son is snuggled against my tummy, and i'm holding him a bit tighter tonight. i've heard the saying that goes something like, "having a child is like letting your heart walk around outside your body." i thought i knew what that meant the day my daughter was born. then, when she had her first bout of dehydration and daddy took her to the e.r. while i stayed home with baby brother. i thought i knew that saying's meaning then, too.
of course, there are times when they are so happy that my heart wells up with pride and joy for them. but today i experienced the terror of worrying about my baby on a new level.
the kids had been angels when we went the voting poll, and they were pretty good when we went to lunch at a local restaurant on the square. (little man was so filled up on pretzels and goldfish that he was not hungry, but he did not have any fits, so that qualifies as a success in my book.)
just before two o'clock we pulled into the apartment complex, checked the mail, and instead of parking and going inside for naptime, i decided to go to the playground for a few minutes.
i thought b was just behind me when i turned around to look at something that caught my eye. the reality was that he was straight on sissy's tail as she made her way to the monkey bars. at the top of a four foot high platform...
*****
11 pm 11/2: Both kiddos are in bed sound asleep.
As I remember... as I said, I had turned around for a second, thinking B was running near me. THUD. cry. "Oh, S***!!!!! God, no!" My heart raced as I ran toward my baby boy, who was face down under the monkey bars. Scared to pick him up, but dying to at the same time, I rolled him over to lay him flat. He looked at me, but his stare was rather blank. I noticed scrapes on the side of his forehead and above his cheekbone, but the bleeding was minimal. He closed his eyes. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911. Their staff was superb, staying on the line with me, helping me calm down. The 20 seconds or so his eyes were closed seemed like an eternity, but when he opened them he reached up and hugged my neck tightly. I breathed a huge sigh of relief, but was still worried. 911 lady kept talking to me as we waited for the ambulance, H stayed close, asking if her baby brother was ok but also somehow staying really, really calm and collected while Mommy went back and forth from near hysterics to deep breaths and hopefulness. A little 6 year old boy had come over from his apartment to play and matter of factly told me that he fell off a play gym once. (His mom was on her patio across the parking lot and she came over to see what was going on, too.) We heard the ambulance near, they pulled up on the other side of the park area and H ran over to show them where we were. The 3 EMT's/Firefighters came over, immediately began checking B's vitals and asked what happened. At that point, B was sitting in my lap facing out, eyes open but very quiet. He kept blinking as though he would fall asleep, and he was getting less responsive. When they first arrived, there was a possibility that I could drive him to the county hospital with a pediatric unit 20 minutes away, but we quickly determined he needed to go to the Children's Hospital of Atlanta for care. So one of the EMT's grabbed H's car seat out of our car (which was next to the play ground, thank God, as we had driven there in stead of parking and walking over from our building). B's vitals remained strong, but he kept falling asleep, and it wasn't long before he would not open his eyes when tickled. Of course, it was also his nap time, and the EMT tried to encourage me to be hopeful since I had told him that B was a heavy sleeper. However, I knew this was not my little bouncing baby boy's normal behavior. And it terrified me. He remained basically unresponsive, or extremely limited in his responses, for the next 2 hours or so.
In the ambulance, Big Sis sat in her car seat and observed, mostly. I had tried to call 2 local friends, and succeeded in texting one to share the news, but there just wasn't time to leave big sis anywhere. And with Daddy out of state, I also felt like she needed to be with us. She thought it was cool that we were flying past all the other vehicles on the highway. The EMT's and I kept trying to awaken him, but his sleep seemed to grow deeper... until they stuck him to give him an IV port just in case. Then he whimpered a little and said "ouch." While I hated to see him hurt, I knew that at least he was feeling things.
The rest of the evening is a blur. Hospital staff took H to another room to color and do some crafts, B had already been assigned a tag bracelet, and he was whisked into triage, followed shortly by a CT scan of the head and a x-ray of the c-spine. This is where Hope crept in. My boy began to come back to me. In the CT room, a projector displayed a rotating sea-life scene on the ceiling above the table. "Look, mama. Fish. Water." He pointed to the ceiling. He was laying still. The only time my 2 year old boy lays that still is when he sleeps. When we moved down the hall to X-ray, he saw pumpkin and cat decals on the ceiling and identified them. I explained to him that a big camera was going to take his picture, and asked him to look at the camera and say "cheese." He kept talking about the pumpkin, the cat, and the camera. For this scan, they even had to repeat a lateral film because he had moved his head while I helped hold his arms down flat.
His improvement continued while we waited in his ER room. He laid flat far longer than I had expected him to, but soon, he began rolling around. He was wearing a neck brace as a precaution, and it was not very long until he sat up. Shortly after that, Aunt Sara arrived, having survived rush hour traffic in Atlanta. Oh, how grateful I am for her tonight.
The nurses came in periodically to check his vitals, and he became increasingly more normal. His movement set of the equipment alarms. He pretended the TV remote was a telephone and called the nurses station for help by pressing the button as he talked on his "phone." He sang "the wheels on the bus go round and round." While he likes that song, I can't help but wonder if it because he knew he was in an ambulance (because we told him so) or rolling down the hall on a cot.
Finally, the doctor came in and authorized his release as his test were fine, and not a moment to soon. He showed her how he could stand on his bed and step up onto the railing while he hugged mommy's neck... with all his wires still attached.
As we drove home and the sky darkened, he sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" from his cousin's car seat. Big Sis fell asleep pretty quickly, but in the parking garage she told Aunt Sara that she did not like it when her brother got hurt.
(Thank God for babies in the family! We did not grab his car seat when we took Sissy's.) As we waited in the drive through at Chik-fil-A, he exclaimed "chicken!" And of course, when we pulled into our complex, he asked for the playground. I asked him if the playground was fun or scary. "Fun." But at one point I think he also said "Playground hurt."
As the evening progressed, we ate our dinner, watched a movie, and he began to play with the teddy bear he was given at the hospital (while at the hospital he was not really interested in it.) He wanted me to put his neck brace (yeah, I kept it) on the bear, along with the disposable pressure cuff the nurse had put on it. Then he told the bear to "wake up!" just like we had been telling him in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, when he had that glassy eyed look on his face (if his eyes were open at all).
He set his teddy bear on his pillow, then climbed into bed next to it.
Later, as I tucked Big Sis into bed and sang "You are my sunshine" as one of her lullabies, she changed the lyrics to "please don't take my brother away." My strong, brave girl did so well through this ordeal, too.
Sara's here with me tonight, I am so glad for the company. Daddy will be home on Friday as planned, since the test results were ok and our little man is already back to his old self.
****
Thank you to everyone who heard the news through the grapevine and prayed for us today. Four feet is a really long fall for a 2 year old, and Someone must have heard and softened his fall.
*****
23.5 hours later
11/3/10
My boy is in my lap again, chattering away, pretending a mini slinky is a camera and saying, "cheese." A few minutes ago, he and H were racing hobby horses around the apartment, and before that he was twirling in circles, throwing himself on the ground laughing and exclaiming, "hurt! mama! hurt" But then repeating the cycle. This is completely normal play for him.
God is so good!
of course, there are times when they are so happy that my heart wells up with pride and joy for them. but today i experienced the terror of worrying about my baby on a new level.
the kids had been angels when we went the voting poll, and they were pretty good when we went to lunch at a local restaurant on the square. (little man was so filled up on pretzels and goldfish that he was not hungry, but he did not have any fits, so that qualifies as a success in my book.)
just before two o'clock we pulled into the apartment complex, checked the mail, and instead of parking and going inside for naptime, i decided to go to the playground for a few minutes.
i thought b was just behind me when i turned around to look at something that caught my eye. the reality was that he was straight on sissy's tail as she made her way to the monkey bars. at the top of a four foot high platform...
*****
11 pm 11/2: Both kiddos are in bed sound asleep.
As I remember... as I said, I had turned around for a second, thinking B was running near me. THUD. cry. "Oh, S***!!!!! God, no!" My heart raced as I ran toward my baby boy, who was face down under the monkey bars. Scared to pick him up, but dying to at the same time, I rolled him over to lay him flat. He looked at me, but his stare was rather blank. I noticed scrapes on the side of his forehead and above his cheekbone, but the bleeding was minimal. He closed his eyes. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911. Their staff was superb, staying on the line with me, helping me calm down. The 20 seconds or so his eyes were closed seemed like an eternity, but when he opened them he reached up and hugged my neck tightly. I breathed a huge sigh of relief, but was still worried. 911 lady kept talking to me as we waited for the ambulance, H stayed close, asking if her baby brother was ok but also somehow staying really, really calm and collected while Mommy went back and forth from near hysterics to deep breaths and hopefulness. A little 6 year old boy had come over from his apartment to play and matter of factly told me that he fell off a play gym once. (His mom was on her patio across the parking lot and she came over to see what was going on, too.) We heard the ambulance near, they pulled up on the other side of the park area and H ran over to show them where we were. The 3 EMT's/Firefighters came over, immediately began checking B's vitals and asked what happened. At that point, B was sitting in my lap facing out, eyes open but very quiet. He kept blinking as though he would fall asleep, and he was getting less responsive. When they first arrived, there was a possibility that I could drive him to the county hospital with a pediatric unit 20 minutes away, but we quickly determined he needed to go to the Children's Hospital of Atlanta for care. So one of the EMT's grabbed H's car seat out of our car (which was next to the play ground, thank God, as we had driven there in stead of parking and walking over from our building). B's vitals remained strong, but he kept falling asleep, and it wasn't long before he would not open his eyes when tickled. Of course, it was also his nap time, and the EMT tried to encourage me to be hopeful since I had told him that B was a heavy sleeper. However, I knew this was not my little bouncing baby boy's normal behavior. And it terrified me. He remained basically unresponsive, or extremely limited in his responses, for the next 2 hours or so.
In the ambulance, Big Sis sat in her car seat and observed, mostly. I had tried to call 2 local friends, and succeeded in texting one to share the news, but there just wasn't time to leave big sis anywhere. And with Daddy out of state, I also felt like she needed to be with us. She thought it was cool that we were flying past all the other vehicles on the highway. The EMT's and I kept trying to awaken him, but his sleep seemed to grow deeper... until they stuck him to give him an IV port just in case. Then he whimpered a little and said "ouch." While I hated to see him hurt, I knew that at least he was feeling things.
The rest of the evening is a blur. Hospital staff took H to another room to color and do some crafts, B had already been assigned a tag bracelet, and he was whisked into triage, followed shortly by a CT scan of the head and a x-ray of the c-spine. This is where Hope crept in. My boy began to come back to me. In the CT room, a projector displayed a rotating sea-life scene on the ceiling above the table. "Look, mama. Fish. Water." He pointed to the ceiling. He was laying still. The only time my 2 year old boy lays that still is when he sleeps. When we moved down the hall to X-ray, he saw pumpkin and cat decals on the ceiling and identified them. I explained to him that a big camera was going to take his picture, and asked him to look at the camera and say "cheese." He kept talking about the pumpkin, the cat, and the camera. For this scan, they even had to repeat a lateral film because he had moved his head while I helped hold his arms down flat.
His improvement continued while we waited in his ER room. He laid flat far longer than I had expected him to, but soon, he began rolling around. He was wearing a neck brace as a precaution, and it was not very long until he sat up. Shortly after that, Aunt Sara arrived, having survived rush hour traffic in Atlanta. Oh, how grateful I am for her tonight.
The nurses came in periodically to check his vitals, and he became increasingly more normal. His movement set of the equipment alarms. He pretended the TV remote was a telephone and called the nurses station for help by pressing the button as he talked on his "phone." He sang "the wheels on the bus go round and round." While he likes that song, I can't help but wonder if it because he knew he was in an ambulance (because we told him so) or rolling down the hall on a cot.
Sitting up-with his neck brace on- in his ER room
As we drove home and the sky darkened, he sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" from his cousin's car seat. Big Sis fell asleep pretty quickly, but in the parking garage she told Aunt Sara that she did not like it when her brother got hurt.
(Thank God for babies in the family! We did not grab his car seat when we took Sissy's.) As we waited in the drive through at Chik-fil-A, he exclaimed "chicken!" And of course, when we pulled into our complex, he asked for the playground. I asked him if the playground was fun or scary. "Fun." But at one point I think he also said "Playground hurt."
As the evening progressed, we ate our dinner, watched a movie, and he began to play with the teddy bear he was given at the hospital (while at the hospital he was not really interested in it.) He wanted me to put his neck brace (yeah, I kept it) on the bear, along with the disposable pressure cuff the nurse had put on it. Then he told the bear to "wake up!" just like we had been telling him in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, when he had that glassy eyed look on his face (if his eyes were open at all).
He set his teddy bear on his pillow, then climbed into bed next to it.
Later, as I tucked Big Sis into bed and sang "You are my sunshine" as one of her lullabies, she changed the lyrics to "please don't take my brother away." My strong, brave girl did so well through this ordeal, too.
Sara's here with me tonight, I am so glad for the company. Daddy will be home on Friday as planned, since the test results were ok and our little man is already back to his old self.
****
Thank you to everyone who heard the news through the grapevine and prayed for us today. Four feet is a really long fall for a 2 year old, and Someone must have heard and softened his fall.
*****
23.5 hours later
11/3/10
My boy is in my lap again, chattering away, pretending a mini slinky is a camera and saying, "cheese." A few minutes ago, he and H were racing hobby horses around the apartment, and before that he was twirling in circles, throwing himself on the ground laughing and exclaiming, "hurt! mama! hurt" But then repeating the cycle. This is completely normal play for him.
God is so good!
Acting normal tonight
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
a few long awaited words
As he climbed out of the bathtub and into the towel in my arms tonight, Buddy exclaimed the sweetest words to a mommy's ears. "I ya you Mommy, I ya you! Muah!" he planted a wet kiss on my face. "I love you too, B." "I ya you too, Mommy!"
This is the first time he has told me he loves me first, at least verbally.
This is the first time he has told me he loves me first, at least verbally.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
buddy's 2!!!!
Our little man is already TWO years old! We were not able to have any family join us to celebrate. But some of our new friends here came over for pizza and cake, and we had a GREAT time hanging out. Their kids are essentially the same ages and developmental stages as ours. Plus, while the kids and Moms get together on occasion, the Dads had not hung out since our guest helped us moved in. He chose a "Cars" cake with Lighting McQueen and Mater, his main toy (among several smaller gifts) from Mommy and Daddy was a car ramp, and Grandma and Papa provided a big boy bedding set with all sorts of vehicles on it.
I haven't taken him in for his 2 year check-up yet. No rush. (I'm not a first time mom.) However, he does know his basic body parts, he's saying so many words I've lost count, and last week he said his first phraseas Sissy left the room: "Bye, bye, have fun!" If something is broken, he calls it "hurt."
He is sleeping in his big boy bed, skipping the toddler stage of his convertible bed all together since we have an extra twin bed in his room.
Just picking up packages at the office was a present for the kids, especially when one arrived on his actual birthday. I couldn't get them to look at me at the same time.:
So, more about my boy:
He tries to say some 3 syllable words: umbrella and elephant
He loves to sing.
He is a monkey.... loves climbing on myback. And sliding down daddy's legs. He can also hold his own in a wrestling match with big sis. Or jumping on furniture that I really should be teaching him to not jump on.
His laugh is infectious. You can't stay mad at him or in a bad mood when he belly laughs.
When he sees steam or the oven is on, he says, "hot!" and sometimes "ouch!"
He LOVES to brush his teeth. Or at least suck and chew on the toothbrush. Future dentist?
He is very affectionate... loves to give and receive kisses, tickles and hugs.
He's a pickier eater than I remember Bear being at this age. Sometimes he just won't eat.
He fills out size 2T tops pretty well, but can still wear some 18 month pants and shorts. Most 2T pants are still a little long. (He has his Daddy's "athletic" shoulders. Funny, his daddy wasn't really an athlete but he wears an athletic cut suit coat.)
He still clings and fusses when we drop him off at the nursery, but eventually settles down to play. Most of the time. At Bible study this summer, they put him in Bear's class to keep him happy. It worked, and the teachers raved about how she is such a great big sister. (Which she is.)
Another favorite phrase: "
Height/weight stats to come... eventually...
Friday, March 05, 2010
18 months and growing
My baby boy is a year and a half already. We took him to his check-up today... Daddy took off work, just as much because I knew Bear would be difficult during her boosters. She fought more than Buddy.
I was given "homework": teach the kiddo his basic body parts. When Doc asked if he points to them, I told her he would if I had taught them to him. Hey, at least he's not like the 57 pound 3 year old with a pacifier in her mouth that we saw in Wal-mart. Other than that, of course he is growing normally. 57th percentile for height, 43rd for weight, 95th for head circumference. (More room for his brain... must not neglect that and teach him his body parts... pronto! ha!)
The Pediatrician is nice to the kids, seems to know her things, but Mommy and Daddy suspect that she does not have kids of her own yet. Maybe our prior experiences at a more laid back family practice just spoiled us, maybe pediatricians teach to the lowest common denominator, we don't know.
Here are some things he does:
*climbs on whatever he can: kitchen table, chest, couch (to reach the light switch), beds, toilet seat (to reach whatever is on the counter). He has been known to move something to step on it and reach something else.
*plays peek-a-boo with the blinds
*takes the clothes off the princess Alexa doll that sings
*language development. Some words are understandable, some are only to us, but he is vocal. His jabbers are adorable, and he likes to "talk" on the phone. Or just listen to whoever is talking on the other end. Frequently heard (in his language): hi, hello (huhwo), bye, please, thank you, dada, mama, bah (bottle/cup/box/bath) uh-huh, this (dis), that (dat), up, door, juice, uh-OH!, book, brush (b-ush) shakes his head yes and no, points and grunts
*he's beginning to show interest in the potty. When I told big sis to go potty and brush her teeth the night before last, he followed her to the bathroom, tried to open his potty seat, pointed at it til I did, then sat down on it with his clothes on. When he was done he closed the lid, stepped on it, and asked for his toothbrush.
Saturday, January 09, 2010
first words
I have not tracked all of Buddy's 1sts as well as I did with Bear. He is definitely becoming more verbal. He likes to say Mama and Dada, of course. He says a nice throaty "aaaagh" while holding his baby triceratops toy or Bear's pterodactyl. He tries to say or sign "please" and "thank you" when prompted. His current favorite? "Hot", which sounds a bit more like "ha." He'll point to his plate and say, "hot." When something is in the oven, he does the same. This morning he walked over to the stove and pointed toward the steam rising from my pot of water for tea. You guessed it, "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" (He actually kept me from ruining another pan.) And last night when we were out about, he said, "co" in reference to the COLD winter air. No problem with this kid's comprehension.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
(not-so) accidental milestone
Buddy was bathing and a familiar expression crossed his face. I really did not want to have to bleach the tub and all its toys again... so I grabbed the padded potty seat, scooped him up, and set him on there. We've had false alarms where nothing has transpired before.... this time was not a false alarm. I think he liked the praise he received for using the potty, because he kept climbing out and wanting to sit on the potty seat again.
The funny thing was that I pulled Bear's training potty out of storage today. It makes a good step stool and the two of them have been fighting over the Dora step stool ever since Buddy has become obsessed with brushing his teeth. Looks like it might be mutipurposed.
The funny thing was that I pulled Bear's training potty out of storage today. It makes a good step stool and the two of them have been fighting over the Dora step stool ever since Buddy has become obsessed with brushing his teeth. Looks like it might be mutipurposed.
Friday, November 27, 2009
there's a new name...
in Buddy's vocabulary
and it's ella's, yes it's ella.
(sometimes la-la.)
He giggles and grins with pride as he looks at his 4 month old cousin and calls her name.
Precious.
and it's ella's, yes it's ella.
(sometimes la-la.)
He giggles and grins with pride as he looks at his 4 month old cousin and calls her name.
Precious.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Watch out world! (and watch your stuff)
Buddy is walking. Almost running. And he likes to hide things. As I type this, he's trying to hide his jammie-clad self and a clean diaper which he confiscated out of his cainet behind a small wicker chest. I suspect the chest will not survive the attack, as little pieces keep cracking off. My camera is down in the car, Bear is in the bathrub, and I am trying to understand his fascination with cramming himself into tight places. He also retrieved a sock he had hidden back there. This morning I found a toy train in the top of the diaper champ, along with wipes he thought needed to be thrown away. In the past 5 minutes, I have picked him up and moved him no less than 10 times. He's behaving almost like a puppy who has found its spot to mark... but he is dressed, so I don't have to worry about cleaning up that kind of mess this time. Ok, to his play saucer he goes. If you keep up with me on facebook, you know this attempt to corral the kid won't last long. He has figured out how to climb out. He grips around the top and under the edges with his fists. Kicks his legs back and tries to shimmy his legs up through the seat. Then he either shakes the saucer til it tips over and he climbs out sideways, or manages to straddle one leg over the side and then the other without tipping it. Except right now he's tired and getting frustrated instead of remaining determined. (Yes, I do believe it's time to clean up the saucer and put it into storage.) I smile at him from across and he cries in protest. I do believe it's time to finish off that sippy cup and go to bed, son.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
an ordinary 1st birthday
11:04 a.m.
Birthday cake #1 is cooling. Big sis is playing baseball with the happy birthday balloon and "'1" candle, exclaiming "batter-up!" while she plays. Birthday boy loudly protests the imposed naptime from his crib, and Mommy is going to take a shower.
Birthday cake #1 is cooling. Big sis is playing baseball with the happy birthday balloon and "'1" candle, exclaiming "batter-up!" while she plays. Birthday boy loudly protests the imposed naptime from his crib, and Mommy is going to take a shower.
Monday, April 06, 2009
almost...
he's almost crawling! he kicks his little legs and waves his little arms, pushes himself up on those cute little arms and kicks those cute legs some more, shaking his little tush and grunting his quiet little baby boy grunt... then he decides to roll over and reach for the trash can instead of the toy he had been aiming for.... oh, wait... now he's doing the running man crawl (in place) and squeaking trying to get to the power cords. time to intervene...
Sunday, April 05, 2009
spring comes in like a lion..
has a whole new meaning in this house.
This post contains a bit TMI, so if you are easily grossed out or offended, stop here and come back later....
Whether it's the formula feeding or some genetic cause, my babies are not typically "loose."
Well, after a bottle and some jarred apricots/apples/pear mix, that changed quite quickly. Buddy was playing on a blanket, and as I approached him, I could smell something... very quickly, I was glad I had not taken up that blanket off the floor....
"oh, no, mommy... it's a disaster!!!!" big sis exclaimed,
along with, "Eeww, Buddy stinks. That is SOOO gross!" She is such a girl!
actually, in spite of the fact that we were getting ready to go to an easter egg hunt, we actually had plenty of time built in. so "disaster" was a bit melodramatic. Nasty mess, yes, disaster, no.
"what's the big deal, dad?"
Hubby took care of the bathing duties while I tackled the laundry.... I was soo tempted to just trash the outfit, but it's only the 2nd or 3rd time it was worn, and I couldn't throw out his cute overalls. So into the prewash cycle they went, shortly followed by all the other items that needed some TLC...
The house didn't even stink when we returned from the egg hunt and Costco.
This post contains a bit TMI, so if you are easily grossed out or offended, stop here and come back later....
Whether it's the formula feeding or some genetic cause, my babies are not typically "loose."
Well, after a bottle and some jarred apricots/apples/pear mix, that changed quite quickly. Buddy was playing on a blanket, and as I approached him, I could smell something... very quickly, I was glad I had not taken up that blanket off the floor....
"oh, no, mommy... it's a disaster!!!!" big sis exclaimed, along with, "Eeww, Buddy stinks. That is SOOO gross!" She is such a girl!
actually, in spite of the fact that we were getting ready to go to an easter egg hunt, we actually had plenty of time built in. so "disaster" was a bit melodramatic. Nasty mess, yes, disaster, no.
"what's the big deal, dad?"Hubby took care of the bathing duties while I tackled the laundry.... I was soo tempted to just trash the outfit, but it's only the 2nd or 3rd time it was worn, and I couldn't throw out his cute overalls. So into the prewash cycle they went, shortly followed by all the other items that needed some TLC...
The house didn't even stink when we returned from the egg hunt and Costco.
Monday, March 09, 2009
Good and bad
The good news...
Buddy doesn't need antibiotics.
He's growing: at 6 months-ish, he weighs 15 lb 14 oz and is around 26 1/2 inches long.
He doesn't have to have his immunization this week.
The bad news....
His temp hit 103 this afternoon. I noticed his torso felt hot while changing his diaper.
He still got poked at the Doctor's office, and his big sister was almost as hard to console over seeing her brother in pain as he was during the process of being pinned down for the blood draw. I guess that's good news, too, at least she's compassionate.
He has a virus.
Buddy doesn't need antibiotics.
He's growing: at 6 months-ish, he weighs 15 lb 14 oz and is around 26 1/2 inches long.
He doesn't have to have his immunization this week.
The bad news....
His temp hit 103 this afternoon. I noticed his torso felt hot while changing his diaper.
He still got poked at the Doctor's office, and his big sister was almost as hard to console over seeing her brother in pain as he was during the process of being pinned down for the blood draw. I guess that's good news, too, at least she's compassionate.
He has a virus.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
1st teeth
You can't see them in photos yet, and I am not willing to work hard enough to get them visible in a photo... but Brandon's bottom two front teeth have broken through.
Here's a pic of him all cozy in his car seat when we returned home from our small group meeting on Sunday:
Here he sports one of his new bibs tonight:
Here's a pic of him all cozy in his car seat when we returned home from our small group meeting on Sunday:
Here he sports one of his new bibs tonight:
Monday, February 16, 2009
the cutest kids on the block
hanging out on their blankets that mommy crocheted for them
when one kid won't cooperate, crop her out
cheese!
longer than the inchworm...these days floor time=tummy time
notice the furniture....
3 little chairs all in a row...
with treasures in one of them...
Bear loved our family Valentine's Day Dinner...
flowers for Mommy from Daddy,
dinner on china, etc....
Bear also loves using Daddy's exercise equipment.
more tummy time, closed captioning on the bib
Buddy usually leans over the sides of his Bumbo seat,trying to reach the toys that are not on the tray.
Bear climbed into the crib to keep her Buddy company while Mommy took her time waking up.I supposed I should look up the weight limit on the springs... but since it's a convertible crib, I think we're pretty safe. Oh, and she brought some friends in with her.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Brandon's first time in nursery
Yep... not quite 8 weeks, and we put him in nursery today! When we were at church 2 weeks ago, I had a hard time focusing and ended up feeding him and not hearing the message. While I waited for Joel in the hallway, I toyed with the idea of putting him in the baby nursery. I didn't think he would need a bottle today, but he had been fussy earlier and I just did not know how I would do with him away from me so soon. Yet I really wanted to listen to the pastor's sermon, and even in the nursing mom's room, I always had a hard time focusing with Bear. (Though I did enjoy chatting with other Moms in there!)
Well, I peeked in and they did not look too crowded yet. I know the nursery workers and trust them, but infants can be easy or needy, and it's usually one extreme or the other. A lady who I have worked with in nursery before passed by and said that if I was putting him in, she would go in and be an extra hand. So that settled it. We signed him in and went on to the worship service.. without the baby. It was a lot harder than I expected it to be with child #2, but no tears were shed.
It turns out that today was also fire drill day, so Brandon was able to go for a walk outside! Well, in someone's arms, of course.
Well, I peeked in and they did not look too crowded yet. I know the nursery workers and trust them, but infants can be easy or needy, and it's usually one extreme or the other. A lady who I have worked with in nursery before passed by and said that if I was putting him in, she would go in and be an extra hand. So that settled it. We signed him in and went on to the worship service.. without the baby. It was a lot harder than I expected it to be with child #2, but no tears were shed.
It turns out that today was also fire drill day, so Brandon was able to go for a walk outside! Well, in someone's arms, of course.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
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