Tuesday, December 7, 2010
16 lbs, 5 oz= 81%
25.5 inches= 80%
Head (I didn't get the measurement) but it's in the 95%
So, he's a healthy boy! We need to work on rolling over and pushing up on his arms. But hey- he has a lot of body weight to lift up!
My next move: Google search "asymmetric tonic reflex." Every time we go, Dr. McDonald says "OH, look- he's showing me the asymmetric tonic reflex! Every baby does it, but he's a little star! He does it so well!" She has said that at the last three visits. My response: "Oh...ha..ha.. ok.... (I feel dumb...should have gotten that medical degree) that's great!" Mental note: wikipedia...
Oh and he's a snorter. He has this constant, rattling snort. He's not congested, nothing is clogged or stuffed up- he just snorts. But it's cute.
And Monday he had to get the dreaded helmet. We got him a blue one this time. We now have one of each... pink and blue. Now we can have all the kids we want because we can appropriately reshape their heads in the coordinating gender colored helmet. :)
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Her response to me: "Mommy, that's messed up!" But it wasn't snotty or rude. Just plain old messed up. Where does she get this stuff?
Monday, November 8, 2010
Emily Grace is fine with me leaving. She's used to it and she gets to play with her buddies. When we walk her to the door it's like "see ya mom!" and she's off. She never even looks back unless I call her to the door to give me a kiss good-bye.
But little Luke broke my heart today, as expected. It started when he woke up this morning. He grinned and giggled like he had never done it before. I think it tickles him to know that he can be so happy. Or maybe he likes to see my eyes water... I don't know!
Then came time to put him in the car seat. When I picked him up he cooed and gave me the biggest smile I've ever seen from him. Why does he have to be so darn cute? So I pulled him back out to give him another cuddle and a kiss. And when I went to put him in the seat, he did it again. Dang it Luke- that was the longest process ever because I kept pulling him back to cuddle once more because he kept smiling and gurgling at me.
Then we got to day care. I love where we take the kids. I'd never pick anywhere else to send them. She is wonderful. But when I set him down in his carrier, his big blue eyes looked at me like "oh, there you are mommy!" and he smiled that heart-breaking smile. I picked him up to prepare to hand him over and he cooed and nestled his head on my chest. And then Luke looked at me with these big sparkly blue eyes and he was simply at peace. As I started to hand him over and walk away, his grin faded and you could see a little bit of panic combined wonder start to set in. I hate that part. I wish I didn’t have to do that. I can't explain to him where I have to go. Or rather, I can't explain to my heart why I have to do this. I really can't. I know he was fine today. I know it. I really do. But my tear-ducts aren't connected to that knowledge.
I got to work and everything was fine. Everyone was so glad to see me and they have all been so thoughtful and delicate and understanding of today. Honestly, I have such good friends here that it's like I never left. It really is ok. But I'm counting the minutes to 5pm. I'm so ready to have my little man back in my arms. And then tomorrow will be here too soon and I'll have to have another piece of my heart chipped off once again.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Chris and I kept the theme and dressed as Oscar the Grouch and Big Bird the weekend before Halloween for our neighborhood block party. I was pretty proud of these costumes as well! (Yep, home-made!) And yes, that is a slimey the worm made out of pipe cleaners safety-pinned to Oscar's Shoulder. Chris was a good sport and even wore the Oscar trash can made out of a laundry basket and some silver tissue paper and spray paint. But, I forgot that Big Bird doesn't wear pearls- oh well. The best part was the feather duster tail and the striped tights. But, after I saw a picture of my thighs in horizontal stripes, I decided to crop the picture. You know what Big Bird's legs look like. :)
The blinged out kitty pumpkin didn't go with our sesame street garb but that's ok. We had fun making it. Thanks Aunt Kimi for the pumpkin bling!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Pink hair bow- CHECK
Pink Soccer Ball- CHECK
Pink Striped Adidas Cleats- CHECK!
You could spend a small fortune outfitting a toddler for sports! And sadly- none of this will fit next year- minus the hair bow... but she was so excited to dress up and play with her little buddy, Hayden, from pre-school!
One of the mid-field temper-tantrums. Chris is trying to resolve the situation without drawing too much attention... poor Chris- he always gets that job while I hold the camera... :)
Whoops- another tantrum... I guess I thought they were prime photo memories and that's all I took pictures of- but she really did have fun!
The funniest part was the coaches. They must be high school kids because our naive poor little coach lined up the kids and then said this word for word:
"I'm going to kick you the ball and then I want you to stop it and dribble it back to me..."
Um "dribble?" Buddy- they're 3- let's start with NO HANDS! Of course he got blank stares and lost half of the kids attention... but really- they didn't even have a goal that they were playing towards- it was just a free for all- run and kick! They'll get the details later. If you've ever been to one of these toddler games, "organized chaos" is an understatement!
Sunday, September 19, 2010
A small piece of me worried that when Luke got here, my time, my attention and my love would have to be cut in half. But while time and attention do have to be shared, my love has doubled, or tripled or exponentially expanded! I wish I could hold both of them every hour of every day. I love them so much. I wanted to write this so that I could look back and remember the place that I am in now. I never want to forget this feeling! God is good and we are truly blessed!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
So Little Luke HATES it. I keep trying. I had given up but after talking to a few moms after EGU's preschool the other day, I decided to give it another try.
Early this morning, 2:30-ish am to be exact, we woke up for yet another feeding for little man. I love our feedings but this every-three-hours-thing is for the birds! I love to hold him close and hear him gulp but I now realize how spoiled we were with EGU by not having to wake up all night. He'll be 6 weeks tomorrow and we are nowhere NEAR getting him to sleep through the night. Anyway, I tried swaddling him again. We woke up and both of his arms had come up out of the bottom pouch and under the wing/flaps that velcro him tight and were sort of free (at least up to the elbow). His paci was behind his back, digging into his skin of course, and he had wiggled down so much that his knees were bent in the pouch at the bottom and one of the swaddler wings was sort of wrapped across his HEAD (But still velcro'd tight)!
I won't swaddle him again tonight. That was just too scary. I know I'm doing it right- It's the same as what we did with EGU. I think he just fights it THAT much and wiggles like crazy until he semi-gets free.
Back to the drawing board and 3 am feedings...
Monday, September 6, 2010
Well, we're really boycotting any restaurant with a play place but Chic-fil-A was the only place that I let Emily Grace play in the play place until now. Of all of the restaurants, I felt it was the least-germy. I'm probably very wrong because other parents most likely feel the same and so more children are probably in there spreading more germs than in other plastic microbe incubators. Gah- talking about this makes me want a CLOROX WIPE!
Anyway, twice last week Emily Grace got invited to play dates at Chic-fil-A. And twice we accepted. Both times I tried to sit out of view from the nasty germ-infested plastic paradise but alas, she is too smart. She knows where we are when we go there. She knows Chic-fil-A comes with chocolate milk and a slide. OH dear. So, I let her go play, waiting with the gallon of purell at my side.
So day 1- Tuesday: Long story short, she got to the top while I waited and watched anxiously from the safe side of the plexiglass of hygiene. Something happened, I have no idea what, but all of a sudden she was sitting on the top-most shelf, crying. Actually, she was bawling. Alligator tears were FLOWING down her sad, plump little cheeks. I couldn't get in there fast enough!!! Another mom, who invited us, was in there and helped me get to her. I don't even remember what happened. I feel like I was tossing little kids to the side in my attempt to get to her. But, we got her out, I bathed her in purell and she ate her ice cream and we went home (where I later boiled all of our clothes to combat the contamination that had seeped into the fibers).
Day 2- Wednesday: We went to the Natural Science Center with some friends and then headed to the dreaded Chic-fil-A. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy hearing "it's my pleasure ma'am!" every 3o seconds, but at this point, I was DREADING what was inevitably going to happen when the nuggets and chocolate milk ran out. The other moms delicately said "it really can't be that bad -surely that won't happen again!" Ok, sure, let's see how it goes. I'm laid back- let's give it another try. Afterall, the best way to get over a fear of heights (or germs) is to face it, right? WRONGO! She freaked again. She got to the top and you would have thought someone kicked her in the stomach! By the time I climbed through the tunnel of crud to reach my sweet little angel she was a wreck! But on my way up, some snotty-nosed little kid intercepted me- you know the kind- like Minkus from "Boy meets world..." He was the know-it-all who spits when he talks and has snot constantly pouring from his nose, that he wipes with the palm of his hand, that then touches EVERYTHING! So he sits on his knees, watching this drama unfold, seeing my dying rush to reach out to my child and says "HEY LADY! NO ADULTS ALLOWED!" My response should have been "KID! I COULD SIT ON YOU!" But, instead, I just said, "my little girl is crying and I need to get her down (PUNK!), so it's ok that I'm in here." Then the genius kid says in a mocking sort of voice "she should just go down the slide to get down!" Really smarty pants? That's how this thing works? I HAD NO IDEA! I couldn't believe that I was mentally arguing with a Minkus-like 6-year old. Really- who breeds and ends up with him??? I wanted to punch the snot right off of his face for getting between me and my Emmy! But he was what, 6? And I'm the adult here, so restraint was in order... But who lets their kid approach an adult with "HEY LADY!" Needless to say, I had a hard time fighting the urge to pour Purell all over his head like the slime from Nickelodeon! Little ratty germ terd! Wait, I'm the adult, scratch that last part... but notice that I didn't delete it. :)
So I finally reached my little Emmy Gu. Those sad little cheeks were once again covered in giant, flowing tears. I hugged my sweet little angel and we climbed down together. I told her that it was ok to be afraid but it would be a VERY long time before we went back to Chic-fil-a, at least the inside part where the slide was. She finally admitted it was scary in there and agreed that we didn't need to rush back. ((We'll never stop going to the drive-thru though!)) And One day, a long LONG time from now, we'll try it again. But for now, we need to work through her fear of heights and my fear of germs.
Back to clothes-boiling and the drive-thru line!
Monday, August 30, 2010
We had a picnic/ tea party outside- Bailey and Kiwi got chicken nuggets and hot dogs and a few cupcakes for dessert.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
In the Hospital:
Luke in the Hospital
Luke at one week
Emily Grace at one week
Last one- and this is SO mean but it's more for a laugh than anything:
Emily Grace Screaming
Thursday, August 26, 2010
(Last winter during the 8" snow storm, Emily Grace found it fun to throw ice chunks to Bailey. Bailey caught EVERY ONE.. and then ate them. )
(Bailey is such a good sport- even when we make her look like the Easter Bunny)
(Roommate reunion- Chris, Bailey and Cole at Chris' 30th birthday)
Even as recent as about a month ago, our old girl was stealing food. Emily Grace was at Mimi and Papa's house and had a cereal bar in her hand. As most three-year-olds do, she was paying more attention to the tv than to her food and apparently Bailey walked right up and helped herself. The next thing Don and Lisa heard was Emily Grace exclaiming "BAILEY! THAT'S NOT NICE!" When they came to ask her what was wrong she just pointed to Bailey and said, "Bailey took my cereal bar..." Sorry kid- survival of the fittest. Bailey was on the hunt.
(Last Christmas- Bailey playing dres up with Emily Grace's new princess set)
(Bailey staring down Emily Grace's popsicle)
(Bailey chased Chris and Emily Grace on that sled about 30 times that day- they kept sledding and she kept running)
(Halloween 2008- Chris wouldn't let me get a giant ladybug costume for Bailey- but I would have!)
(Amazingly, he did it!)
(This video is hilarious! It is true Bailey and Emily Grace interaction. Emily Grace is much gentler now but there was definately a learning curve on both parts... )
(This is one of the only pictures that we have with Luke AND Bailey- she's too weak now to take another good one. I'm so happy we have this to remember.)
And lastly, I dread looking into Chris' eyes when he brings her home to bury her tomorrow. She's his dog. Since the first day when she peed on his bed, she's been his dog. When he decided to ask me to marry him, she was there, by his side as loyal and loving as ever, proud to be a part of our moment. And now, he's staying by hers, until the sad end that is coming too quickly.
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