Friday, March 30, 2007
An Update on Elijah's Birthday
Today is Elijah's 3rd Birthday! I keep asking him if he knows what today is, just to hear him say it's his birthday, cause I'm not sure he knows what that means. But at least he'll tell me that it is his birthday. He got a card from Grandma, and that made him happy. He didn't care about the money (he doesn't know what it is), but he loved the note she wrote and has been carrying it around with him. Cute. He's also been singing happy birthday to himself, but also to me and to Rob, so again, not sure he gets it. :) Elijah's Injury and Other Elijah Things
Update on Elijah's head. It's fine. Stitches are gone.
He pulled the bottom one out himself on Saturday, and we took the other two out on Monday. They say stitches on the face are supposed to only stay in 3 - 5 days to minimize scarring. Now he just has a nice scab there. The scab is starting to come off and soon we'll be putting sunscreen and bandaids on it so that it won't scar too horribly in the summer sun. They gave him antibiotics to take as a precautionary measure so that he wouldn't get an infection. And he's now done with those, too. So the only thing still lingering from this experience is the fact that I almost fell apart when I saw his wound, and that's still bugging me. I'll have to work on being calm under pressure in the future.
Sticking with Elijah, since it's his birthday. Elijah is doing pretty good potty training. We still have to stay on top of him going every 2 hours, but he's not fighting us on it, and that's nice. He still thinks it's more fun to hide and have accidents every now and then, which we don't think is fun at all. But we're realizing it's at the same time most days, so we'll have to preempt them in the future.
And Elijah is still the sweetest kid ever. We adore him. ... Some stories. He listens when I tell him no (something Miciah never really did), and when he doesn't like that I told him no, he'll do one of a couple things. He might just walk away upset and forget about it a second later (which is what he usually does). Or he'll Care Bear stare me or cast a spell on me or something like that. Or, my new personal favorite: he'll say, "Sorry, Mom" as he's doing it anyway. He'll say it in that tone of voice that says, "Sorry, Mom, but you lost. I'm doing it anyway and you'll just have to be okay with that." I think it's pretty funny, but I keep a straight face and get "upset" with him.
D at Our House
Having D here has been a pleasure. She's a doll and she keeps Miciah entertained and out of trouble. Miciah goes to preschool in the morning 4 days a week, so D's bored in the mornings, but once Miciah comes home they don't stop. D has started talking to me when Miciah's not around, which has only taken a week to come about.
D and Miciah are hams together, and it's fun to watch. I brought out the camera the other day and took pictures of the two of them doing their "cute" faces. I told them to look cute, and they both did these posing faces, D with her hands on her chin, Miciah with her head cocked to the side. Funny. They also spent about half an hour yesterday "introducing" themselves to the backyard. Miciah would shout out something like, "And now here comes the swimsuit rockstar girls!" and they'd walk down the deck stairs, and then dance and strutt and "spose" as D said (translate to pose). Then they'd walk back and do it all over again. It was funny, and man, D has some poses!
D fell yesterday and skinned her knees. One of them she skinned pretty bad, but she was pretty brave as I cleaned it out (I only used water cause it wasn't too dirty). It reminded me of old times when I would skin my own knees.
The differences between Miciah and D are pretty huge.
Today, actually, D decided she wanted chocolate milk. She started talking to Miciah about what they wanted to drink. Miciah decided she wanted water and then promptly decided she wanted to play downstairs. D followed Miciah saying, "Shouldn't we ask for something to drink?" They never did ask me, and I have a rule that I don't get something unless specifically asked for it. So D came to me about an hour later and said, "Tamra, did you forget to get me chocolate milk and Miciah water?" I told her I didn't forget, but that they didn't ask. She said, "Oh." and started walking away. I followed it with, "D, you can ask me and I'll get it for you." She responded with, "I'm going to go tell Miciah that we forgot to ask." 30 seconds later Miciah was forcefully requesting chocolate milk and water. It was interesting.
And, my favorite D story so far. D and Miciah decided they wanted hot chocolate. I got it for them and they were drinking it at the table as asked when D accidentally spilled her drink on her clothes, the table, and the floor. I reacted in a way I typically react to Miciah. I gave the "I am annoyed that I have to clean that up" look and said, "If we can't be careful, we can't have hot chocolate any more." And sweet D started crying! I was appaled. I felt like the lowest, crappiest person ever to walk the earth. I then reacted to her how she needed in the first place. I hugged her, told her it was okay, that I knew she didn't mean to do it. ... What a scum I am. It's just that Miciah would have looked at me and said, disgustedly, "I didn't MEAN to do it, Mom. Gosh!"
Teancom
Teancom is doing great. I still haven't called about the test results, but I have to call and make his 9-month appointment anyway. Teancom has his first tooth. And he's rolling a ton and eating anything in his reach, including paper, the vaccuum cord, Cheerios, and pickles. He's still happy, happy. And apparently he looks like a girl. When I take him out in public to places where people don't know him, everyone calls him a girl. Which is interesting to me because they don't even ask if he is a girl, they just assume he is one. So he must look like a girl to them, and they must be pretty certain. If I take him out in white, yellow, or green, he's a girl. Yesterday it was the cashier and he was wearing a dinosaur green shirt and STILL got called a "pretty girl." :) I keep looking for it, but he still looks like a boy to me. Maybe it's the cute eyelashes and pretty eyes. ... Though I have decided it's better for a boy to look like a girl than the other way around. We'll take a "pretty" boy.
And that's life here. Tonight we're having R & C over for cake and ice cream, as well as Elijah's buddy A. It'll be fun to celebrate Elijah.
Take care everyone!
Tamra and family
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Elijah's ER Update
So, I had just finished writing the last e-mail when Elijah happened. But that last e-mail was done, so I had to send it off cause I thought it was funny, the timing of it all.
No sooner had I finished the e-mail when Elijah, who was running around like a madman fell down. Not a big deal, really, since he'd done it 5 minutes before and was fine. But he comes to the doorway crying really hard. I look over at him and he's got a hole in his head. I can handle bleeding. Kids bleed. But I wasn't prepared for a gash in his head that doesn't bleed at all. It was just a black hole. Bleeh. (It did start bleeding, like a minute after. Only bled for a couple minutes, if that, and then just oozed slowly after that. It would only bleed when messed with. It was so not bloody that I trusted Elijah to hold his own rag on the way to the hospital.)
So I called C in desperation. She took D, Miciah, and Teancom and I drove Elijah down to Children's. Rob met me there cause I was a little frazzled. By the time I got there my nerves had calmed down, but I was glad he was there. We got in pretty quick cause a nurse walked around the waiting room looking for a kid with an open would. She said she was a suture technician "shopping" for business. :) Good for us, anyway.
X-ray showed no fracture. They were a little worried about that. Elijah was a pretty good patient until they washed out the wound with water. I thought it was going to be this gentle washing. No. They like power-shot water into the wound. He was NOT happy about that. Fortunately, I brought the secret weapon: his binkie. He only has his binkie for bedtime these days, and, apparently, for ER visits. It came in handy.
Anyways, he only got 3 stiches. The wound wasn't really long (like half an inch) or wide (like 1/8 inch), but it was deep (about 1/4 inch). Ick, ick, ick. It's on his right eyebrow and a little above. So most of the scarring will be under his eyebrow, and that'll be nice. Shouldn't scar too bad anyway, since he's only 3.
I'm not really sure how he got a wound like that. He was running around with wooden puzzle pieces in his hand (think 6 inches long, an inch thick and with corners). I think he fell down on top of one. In which case, we're probably lucky he didn't fall on it half an inch lower and hurt his eye. Miciah, who also wasn't looking, said he fell and hit the wall. This seems fairly improbable to me considering the severity of the wound and the area where he fell. But, who knows. The real concern isn't how he got hurt, but rather that he did.
We got out of the ER 3 hours after we got there and took Elijah to McDonalds where he pigged out on french fries. He probably now thinks getting hurt is a way to get french fries.
... We've told a couple people about the visit. Told them how it happened. Elijah, running around like a madman, fell and hit his head. They've just said, "Welcome to having little boys." ... I won't mind going back to the ER. Just so long as I don't have to do it tomorrow. I might just cry.
Tamra
No sooner had I finished the e-mail when Elijah, who was running around like a madman fell down. Not a big deal, really, since he'd done it 5 minutes before and was fine. But he comes to the doorway crying really hard. I look over at him and he's got a hole in his head. I can handle bleeding. Kids bleed. But I wasn't prepared for a gash in his head that doesn't bleed at all. It was just a black hole. Bleeh. (It did start bleeding, like a minute after. Only bled for a couple minutes, if that, and then just oozed slowly after that. It would only bleed when messed with. It was so not bloody that I trusted Elijah to hold his own rag on the way to the hospital.)
So I called C in desperation. She took D, Miciah, and Teancom and I drove Elijah down to Children's. Rob met me there cause I was a little frazzled. By the time I got there my nerves had calmed down, but I was glad he was there. We got in pretty quick cause a nurse walked around the waiting room looking for a kid with an open would. She said she was a suture technician "shopping" for business. :) Good for us, anyway.
X-ray showed no fracture. They were a little worried about that. Elijah was a pretty good patient until they washed out the wound with water. I thought it was going to be this gentle washing. No. They like power-shot water into the wound. He was NOT happy about that. Fortunately, I brought the secret weapon: his binkie. He only has his binkie for bedtime these days, and, apparently, for ER visits. It came in handy.
Anyways, he only got 3 stiches. The wound wasn't really long (like half an inch) or wide (like 1/8 inch), but it was deep (about 1/4 inch). Ick, ick, ick. It's on his right eyebrow and a little above. So most of the scarring will be under his eyebrow, and that'll be nice. Shouldn't scar too bad anyway, since he's only 3.
I'm not really sure how he got a wound like that. He was running around with wooden puzzle pieces in his hand (think 6 inches long, an inch thick and with corners). I think he fell down on top of one. In which case, we're probably lucky he didn't fall on it half an inch lower and hurt his eye. Miciah, who also wasn't looking, said he fell and hit the wall. This seems fairly improbable to me considering the severity of the wound and the area where he fell. But, who knows. The real concern isn't how he got hurt, but rather that he did.
We got out of the ER 3 hours after we got there and took Elijah to McDonalds where he pigged out on french fries. He probably now thinks getting hurt is a way to get french fries.
... We've told a couple people about the visit. Told them how it happened. Elijah, running around like a madman, fell and hit his head. They've just said, "Welcome to having little boys."
Tamra
News Here
Spring Weather!
It's finally warming up! Yea! We had a great warm week, then it froze again for a week, and now it's back up to like 65. ... I've played in my garden, weeding it out and stuff (which has been MUCH easier than last year, the first spring in this house. It was a weed patch then and took me HOURS and HOURS to weed out). Anything to get outside. The kids have enjoyed playing outside, too. Miciah asked to play outside with her friend who was over. I said sure. She came inside and said, "We need to wash our hands." I said okay and glanced over and their hands weren't dirty, they were COVERED AND DRIPPING WITH MUD. Oh well. They must have had fun.
Rob
Rob is still Rob. He's been doing a lot more lately as Young Men's president in our ward, which is fun. He went last Friday to do a "Shredding Party" with the Priests (16-18 year olds). He took our paper shredder and they shredded stuff, just cause the YM thought it was cool. ... I don't get it. Probably because I'm female. But they had a good time. Rob got home past midnight and had nothing but good to say about the activity. Rob seems to be really jelling in his calling, and that's fantastic. It's running smoothly and isn't stressing him out like it used to. It's all going well.
Next week Rob starts some other classes at school. One is every Monday night for 10 weeks. He won't be home until like 9 those nights. It'll be an adjustment for me. But, it's on Mondays, and those are my best days, so I'm not too worried about it.
Miciah
Miciah is doing soccer this spring. That'll be fun. Her first practice is this Saturday, so it'll be fun. I hope she enjoys it. Miciah and I just went to pick up D, my neice, who will be staying with us for a little bit. Miciah and D hugged each other for about a minute with huge grins on their faces when they first saw each other. It was cute. I haven't seen them at all since D's been here cause they've been having so much fun playing together. It's been great. They play really well together.
Elijah
Elijah is still cute as can be and happy. We're mid-potty training with him. It's going alright. Not great, but not horrible, either. He's getting it and we're excited to only have one kid in diapers!
Some cute Elijah stories. Elijah was being crazy the other day. He loves to be pushed and tickled and manhandled. So he was running around in circles and asking me to push him down and stuff like that. He then starts telling me things that I smell like. He says, "You smell like poop." I said, "I smell like poop?" He answered, "You smell like poop and cheese." It made us laugh so hard that we didn't even tell him it's not nice to tell someone they smell like poop.
Elijah is addicted to pancakes. I don't know why, he just is. He was begging me for them the other morning. So back and forth it went: "Mommy, you make pancakes a-me." "You make pancakes for me!" "No, YOU make pancakes a-ME." I then told him I'd make pancakes for him if he made pancakes for me. Just to see what he'd do. He's looking a little frustrated and he runs over to my bed. I'm thinking he's going to hit the bed, since he hits objects when he's frustrated. But instead he fiddles with his hands, reaches out towards me, hands palm-up, and says, "Here. Pancakes!" It was so cute that he "made" pancakes for me. Of course I went and made some pancakes for him.
And the last story, courtesy A who was watching Elijah and Teancom so I could go pick up D. I was dropping him off in the morning. He was acting a little sad and mopey, like he didn't want me to leave. He didn't want to give me his binky. He didn't want to go play downstairs with K or watch Finding Nemo, even though he loves K and Finding Nemo. I gave him a hug and was being really soft with him. Elijah's a really sensitive kid and I just thought he needed some extra time to be comfortable. Anyways, I walked out the door, and A says that as soon as I shut the door, Elijah said, "Ha, ha," threw his binky on the floor and ran downstairs to play. ... What a little jerk! I was floored. My sweet little Elijah. Well, then. :)
Teancom
That only leaves Teancom. Teancom is the world's best baby, which I might have mentioned before. I feel very lucky to be his mother. I don't know what kind of deal I made with God, but I would recommend making the same sorts of deals. He's amazing. ... In terms of his health. We got him in to the doctor to get a referral to Children's Hospital so they could do some blood work. It was a long 2 hours at the doctor for a referral. But we got it and went in last Monday for the bloodwork. They said it would take a week, so I guess I could call my doctor's office and get the results from it. The office said if the results were abnormal, they'd call me, but I don't know how on top of things they are. So maybe I should call them.
Anyways, when I went in he was happy and active. His activity level has skyrocketed in the last 2 weeks. He's rolling across the floor, grabbing toys, he doesn't sit still very much. So when I took him in, I told them he wasn't really rolling still. But instead of saying that he wasn't very strong and to keep an eye on that, the doctor just said, "Some babies just aren't interested. He's obviously active." So that was nice. I told the office that I was told Teancom was anemic. The two nurses and two doctors that saw him were almost shocked. It was interesting to see their reaction. One of them said, "Who? HIM?" They said his coloring is great, he doesn't look pale or anything (he's so dark, it'd be hard for him to look pale), plus he's active and happy. All good things to hear.
Teancom has been sick for the last little bit. Starting Friday he started throwing up and diarrea-ing. He didn't keep much down all weekend, and he didn't want any solids. Tuesday night he finally acted hungry for something other than formula, which I thought was great! He was fine yesterday, and that's good, too. He's back to being happy and smiley and so I think the sickness is mostly past us. ...
And I'm doing okay. Life is good and I can't complain.
Hope all is well for everyone!
Tamra, Rob, Miciah, Elijah and Teancom (with assorted fish (though they're slowly dying off) including our baby, Lucky who is still alive, and our two cats, Cleo and Ceasar)
It's finally warming up! Yea! We had a great warm week, then it froze again for a week, and now it's back up to like 65. ... I've played in my garden, weeding it out and stuff (which has been MUCH easier than last year, the first spring in this house. It was a weed patch then and took me HOURS and HOURS to weed out). Anything to get outside. The kids have enjoyed playing outside, too. Miciah asked to play outside with her friend who was over. I said sure. She came inside and said, "We need to wash our hands." I said okay and glanced over and their hands weren't dirty, they were COVERED AND DRIPPING WITH MUD.
Rob
Rob is still Rob. He's been doing a lot more lately as Young Men's president in our ward, which is fun. He went last Friday to do a "Shredding Party" with the Priests (16-18 year olds). He took our paper shredder and they shredded stuff, just cause the YM thought it was cool. ... I don't get it. Probably because I'm female. But they had a good time. Rob got home past midnight and had nothing but good to say about the activity. Rob seems to be really jelling in his calling, and that's fantastic. It's running smoothly and isn't stressing him out like it used to. It's all going well.
Next week Rob starts some other classes at school. One is every Monday night for 10 weeks. He won't be home until like 9 those nights. It'll be an adjustment for me. But, it's on Mondays, and those are my best days, so I'm not too worried about it.
Miciah
Miciah is doing soccer this spring. That'll be fun. Her first practice is this Saturday, so it'll be fun. I hope she enjoys it. Miciah and I just went to pick up D, my neice, who will be staying with us for a little bit. Miciah and D hugged each other for about a minute with huge grins on their faces when they first saw each other. It was cute. I haven't seen them at all since D's been here cause they've been having so much fun playing together. It's been great. They play really well together.
Elijah
Elijah is still cute as can be and happy. We're mid-potty training with him. It's going alright. Not great, but not horrible, either. He's getting it and we're excited to only have one kid in diapers!
Some cute Elijah stories. Elijah was being crazy the other day. He loves to be pushed and tickled and manhandled. So he was running around in circles and asking me to push him down and stuff like that. He then starts telling me things that I smell like. He says, "You smell like poop." I said, "I smell like poop?" He answered, "You smell like poop and cheese." It made us laugh so hard that we didn't even tell him it's not nice to tell someone they smell like poop.
Elijah is addicted to pancakes. I don't know why, he just is. He was begging me for them the other morning. So back and forth it went: "Mommy, you make pancakes a-me." "You make pancakes for me!" "No, YOU make pancakes a-ME." I then told him I'd make pancakes for him if he made pancakes for me. Just to see what he'd do. He's looking a little frustrated and he runs over to my bed. I'm thinking he's going to hit the bed, since he hits objects when he's frustrated. But instead he fiddles with his hands, reaches out towards me, hands palm-up, and says, "Here. Pancakes!" It was so cute that he "made" pancakes for me. Of course I went and made some pancakes for him.
And the last story, courtesy A who was watching Elijah and Teancom so I could go pick up D. I was dropping him off in the morning. He was acting a little sad and mopey, like he didn't want me to leave. He didn't want to give me his binky. He didn't want to go play downstairs with K or watch Finding Nemo, even though he loves K and Finding Nemo. I gave him a hug and was being really soft with him. Elijah's a really sensitive kid and I just thought he needed some extra time to be comfortable. Anyways, I walked out the door, and A says that as soon as I shut the door, Elijah said, "Ha, ha," threw his binky on the floor and ran downstairs to play. ... What a little jerk! I was floored. My sweet little Elijah. Well, then. :)
Teancom
That only leaves Teancom. Teancom is the world's best baby, which I might have mentioned before. I feel very lucky to be his mother. I don't know what kind of deal I made with God, but I would recommend making the same sorts of deals. He's amazing. ... In terms of his health. We got him in to the doctor to get a referral to Children's Hospital so they could do some blood work. It was a long 2 hours at the doctor for a referral. But we got it and went in last Monday for the bloodwork. They said it would take a week, so I guess I could call my doctor's office and get the results from it. The office said if the results were abnormal, they'd call me, but I don't know how on top of things they are. So maybe I should call them.
Anyways, when I went in he was happy and active. His activity level has skyrocketed in the last 2 weeks. He's rolling across the floor, grabbing toys, he doesn't sit still very much. So when I took him in, I told them he wasn't really rolling still. But instead of saying that he wasn't very strong and to keep an eye on that, the doctor just said, "Some babies just aren't interested. He's obviously active." So that was nice. I told the office that I was told Teancom was anemic. The two nurses and two doctors that saw him were almost shocked. It was interesting to see their reaction. One of them said, "Who? HIM?" They said his coloring is great, he doesn't look pale or anything (he's so dark, it'd be hard for him to look pale), plus he's active and happy. All good things to hear.
Teancom has been sick for the last little bit. Starting Friday he started throwing up and diarrea-ing. He didn't keep much down all weekend, and he didn't want any solids. Tuesday night he finally acted hungry for something other than formula, which I thought was great! He was fine yesterday, and that's good, too. He's back to being happy and smiley and so I think the sickness is mostly past us. ...
And I'm doing okay. Life is good and I can't complain.
Hope all is well for everyone!
Tamra, Rob, Miciah, Elijah and Teancom (with assorted fish (though they're slowly dying off) including our baby, Lucky who is still alive, and our two cats, Cleo and Ceasar)
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Who Needs Long Hair? (an update)
I was growing my hair out, honest. I went in to get it trimmed cause it was scraggly. I told them I was growing it out and to not take off much length. Well, 2 inches or more later, ... I like the haircut, it's almost the same one I normally get, but it wasn't what I was going for. So we'll have to see if I want to go through all the growing-out stuff still. ...
Not a whole lot going on here still. The weather is trying to warm up one day, then the next it's under 20 degrees again. I don't mind one way or the other, I just wish it wouldn't do it on back-to-back days.
Miciah
I went on a field trip with Miciah today, which is a story by itself. But we went to the Post Office. It's amazing how excited the kids get to do simple things like buy a stamp by themselves. It's wonderful to see Miciah growing up and becoming so capable. She loved me being there with her. I haven't been able to get in to the pre-school this year because of Teancom being so little. So this was the first time. Last year I made sure I went in every other week. ... Miciah has finally been interested in reading and is making some progress there. She can read simple words and sentences. The other day I wrote her a letter that she read all by herself. It said "Dear Miciah, I love you so much. I am so proud of you. You are such a big girl. Love, Mommy" I was impressed that she read it all. I guess it's not much, but she wouldn't even try before, so we're excited about that.
Kindergarten Registration
I also just went in to do all her paperwork for Kindergarten registration. It's so WEIRD to be registering my child for kindergarten. It makes me feel like I should be slightly more mature to have a child in kindergarten. ... Oh well. ... I filled out the paperwork just how they said and brought all the right documents, only for them to tell me I brought in too much of this and too little of that. I showed them in the paperwork how I had brought exactly the right things, but to no avail. I suppose this is where the red tape and stupidity starts. I should get used to it. However, they DID let me leave off her social security number, which I thought was nice of them to not fight me on that one.
They gave me more paperwork for her. To make sure she's ready for her screening she should be able to recognize basic shapes like a circle. I think she's got that one covered. :) I don't regret not putting her in Kindergarten last year, though. She's grown a LOT since then and I know that she's ready for kindergarten this year in all the ways we weren't totally sure about last year. She's a stronger person this year. She's ready to tackle the world. Or disarm it with her smile.
Field Trip to the Post Office, The Story
The story about me getting to go on Miciah's field trip today starts last night. I was on the phone and Elijah walks up to me, stands 2 feet from me and proceeds to throw up everywhere! Yuck! I promptly got off the phone and Rob and I both stayed up late helping tired/throwing up Elijah. He was up every 2 hours or so through the night, throwing up almost every time (or dry heaving, poor kid). So my plan for having people watch Elijah so I could go wasn't going to work. But it wasn't just that I was having someone watch Elijah, I was picking up 2 kids from 2 different houses so I could drop off my 2 kids and go on the fieldtrip. Then I was going to drop off 1 kid, get my own 2 kids, and take the last kid home with me for the afternoon. During which time I was going to watch another 2 kids. ... Yikes. ... Rob offered to work from home today so I could still do all I was going to do. Except I didn't bring any kids home with me to watch here, cause I didn't want to get them sick. So a stressful day turned into a stress-free day cause my husband is awesome. He got to take a nap, too, which he needed cause he was up with Elijah most of the times. Rob is amazing.
Elijah
Elijah's cognitive development has skyrocketed in the last few weeks! He's talking up a storm, and in sentences. "eat" for "let's eat dinner now" has turned into "Mommy, I want eat dinner." Or, "trains" for "let's play trains" has become "Mommy, you play trains a me" as he points to himself. ... He also has picked up considerably on following directions and can and wants to do lots more things by himself. Wonderful. We're also trying over on potty-training. He laid down the other day to change his own diaper and we knew it was time. :) The first day was awful, but for the most part it's going pretty well (except for today which doesn't count cause he's sick). He's obviously ready to make the change, so we're trying to help that along.
He's still the sweetest little boy and very considerate. He says sorry the second he thinks he's done something wrong or that he's hurt you. He always wants to know what happened when it seems like something's wrong or someone's upset. His latest "rebellion", though, is sticking his tongue out. We're trying to curb that, but it's still funny that that's how he's so mean. It's almost comical. I was at my friend's house the other day and her son, A, pulled out his "lazer" (think Buzz Lightyear lazer) when he was upset. It made me smile that other kids do funny little things that are funny but that you still have to discipline.
... I wrote the above portion on March 6th and it is now March 7th. Elijah is doing much better today, so it looks like the sickness passed quickly.
Teancom
We found out last Friday that Teancom is anemic. So we are taking him to the doctor in 2 days to have them re-test and then give him an iron pill to take. Or whatever it is they give babies. We aren't sure why he's low on iron, cause he's eating solids and is drinking iron-fortified formula, but whatever. He still is not real active. He still doesn't move much. I've been keeping track. In the last month he has not rolled over once, even though I know he can. He is getting much better at grabbing things and he seems to be figuring out that those are his hands that he can move how he wants to. :) And he sucks on/chews on everything, including my face/shoulder/hands. ... He's such a well-behaved baby that I have a hard time seeing that there's anything "wrong" with him. He sleeps 12 hours through the night and coos and is happy and smiley and content and eats like a pig.
He did get an ear infection a little over a week ago. He's almost done with the antibiotics. It was funny. It was a Friday and Teancom cried/screamed all day. I called Rob at like 10 in the morning and asked if he thought we should take him in. He said to give it some time. Teancom is NEVER fussy. And even if he is "fussy," he doesn't cry. It's actually pretty hard to make him cry. Even if you startle him he has to think about it, and usually you can talk him out of it. Anyways, he cried and cried and cried. It unnerved me a little, cause I didn't know what to do with a fussy baby! You mean, I can't put him on the floor and he'll be happy? What do I do, then? Hold him? How do I get anything done? Kind of like that. ... Anyways, after a full day of crying, we took him in to an urgent care place. He got the drugs and was almost instantly feeling better. Yea for drugs!
And that's our update. A lot of nothings strung together to be our life. :) We love it!
Tamra and family
Not a whole lot going on here still. The weather is trying to warm up one day, then the next it's under 20 degrees again. I don't mind one way or the other, I just wish it wouldn't do it on back-to-back days.
Miciah
I went on a field trip with Miciah today, which is a story by itself. But we went to the Post Office. It's amazing how excited the kids get to do simple things like buy a stamp by themselves. It's wonderful to see Miciah growing up and becoming so capable. She loved me being there with her. I haven't been able to get in to the pre-school this year because of Teancom being so little. So this was the first time. Last year I made sure I went in every other week. ... Miciah has finally been interested in reading and is making some progress there. She can read simple words and sentences. The other day I wrote her a letter that she read all by herself. It said "Dear Miciah, I love you so much. I am so proud of you. You are such a big girl. Love, Mommy" I was impressed that she read it all. I guess it's not much, but she wouldn't even try before, so we're excited about that.
Kindergarten Registration
I also just went in to do all her paperwork for Kindergarten registration. It's so WEIRD to be registering my child for kindergarten. It makes me feel like I should be slightly more mature to have a child in kindergarten. ... Oh well. ... I filled out the paperwork just how they said and brought all the right documents, only for them to tell me I brought in too much of this and too little of that. I showed them in the paperwork how I had brought exactly the right things, but to no avail. I suppose this is where the red tape and stupidity starts. I should get used to it. However, they DID let me leave off her social security number, which I thought was nice of them to not fight me on that one.
They gave me more paperwork for her. To make sure she's ready for her screening she should be able to recognize basic shapes like a circle. I think she's got that one covered. :) I don't regret not putting her in Kindergarten last year, though. She's grown a LOT since then and I know that she's ready for kindergarten this year in all the ways we weren't totally sure about last year. She's a stronger person this year. She's ready to tackle the world. Or disarm it with her smile.
Field Trip to the Post Office, The Story
The story about me getting to go on Miciah's field trip today starts last night. I was on the phone and Elijah walks up to me, stands 2 feet from me and proceeds to throw up everywhere! Yuck! I promptly got off the phone and Rob and I both stayed up late helping tired/throwing up Elijah. He was up every 2 hours or so through the night, throwing up almost every time (or dry heaving, poor kid). So my plan for having people watch Elijah so I could go wasn't going to work. But it wasn't just that I was having someone watch Elijah, I was picking up 2 kids from 2 different houses so I could drop off my 2 kids and go on the fieldtrip. Then I was going to drop off 1 kid, get my own 2 kids, and take the last kid home with me for the afternoon. During which time I was going to watch another 2 kids. ... Yikes. ... Rob offered to work from home today so I could still do all I was going to do. Except I didn't bring any kids home with me to watch here, cause I didn't want to get them sick. So a stressful day turned into a stress-free day cause my husband is awesome. He got to take a nap, too, which he needed cause he was up with Elijah most of the times. Rob is amazing.
Elijah
Elijah's cognitive development has skyrocketed in the last few weeks! He's talking up a storm, and in sentences. "eat" for "let's eat dinner now" has turned into "Mommy, I want eat dinner." Or, "trains" for "let's play trains" has become "Mommy, you play trains a me" as he points to himself. ... He also has picked up considerably on following directions and can and wants to do lots more things by himself. Wonderful. We're also trying over on potty-training. He laid down the other day to change his own diaper and we knew it was time. :) The first day was awful, but for the most part it's going pretty well (except for today which doesn't count cause he's sick). He's obviously ready to make the change, so we're trying to help that along.
He's still the sweetest little boy and very considerate. He says sorry the second he thinks he's done something wrong or that he's hurt you. He always wants to know what happened when it seems like something's wrong or someone's upset. His latest "rebellion", though, is sticking his tongue out. We're trying to curb that, but it's still funny that that's how he's so mean. It's almost comical. I was at my friend's house the other day and her son, A, pulled out his "lazer" (think Buzz Lightyear lazer) when he was upset. It made me smile that other kids do funny little things that are funny but that you still have to discipline.
... I wrote the above portion on March 6th and it is now March 7th. Elijah is doing much better today, so it looks like the sickness passed quickly.
Teancom
We found out last Friday that Teancom is anemic. So we are taking him to the doctor in 2 days to have them re-test and then give him an iron pill to take. Or whatever it is they give babies. We aren't sure why he's low on iron, cause he's eating solids and is drinking iron-fortified formula, but whatever. He still is not real active. He still doesn't move much. I've been keeping track. In the last month he has not rolled over once, even though I know he can. He is getting much better at grabbing things and he seems to be figuring out that those are his hands that he can move how he wants to. :) And he sucks on/chews on everything, including my face/shoulder/hands. ... He's such a well-behaved baby that I have a hard time seeing that there's anything "wrong" with him. He sleeps 12 hours through the night and coos and is happy and smiley and content and eats like a pig.
He did get an ear infection a little over a week ago. He's almost done with the antibiotics. It was funny. It was a Friday and Teancom cried/screamed all day. I called Rob at like 10 in the morning and asked if he thought we should take him in. He said to give it some time. Teancom is NEVER fussy. And even if he is "fussy," he doesn't cry. It's actually pretty hard to make him cry. Even if you startle him he has to think about it, and usually you can talk him out of it. Anyways, he cried and cried and cried. It unnerved me a little, cause I didn't know what to do with a fussy baby! You mean, I can't put him on the floor and he'll be happy? What do I do, then? Hold him? How do I get anything done? Kind of like that. ... Anyways, after a full day of crying, we took him in to an urgent care place. He got the drugs and was almost instantly feeling better. Yea for drugs!
And that's our update. A lot of nothings strung together to be our life. :) We love it!
Tamra and family
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