Can’t. move. Uh. This flu is bad… better update the blog.
Among other things, below you’ll find Sam’s version of a sling for her babies, and Levi receiving an ultrasound:
I laughed so hard I had a coughing fit for like 10 minutes! September 27, 2009
Got a text message on my phone today, had to look around for that gadget that is inevitably out of reach. Ah, found it! Then Sam asked,
“Mom, does that thing have legs?”
Could she be asking what I think she’s asking? “What do you mean, Sam?” Here’s what she said:
“You’re always putting that phone down somewhere, and then we find it somewhere else. It’s always just missing! Does it have legs to walk other places?”
Thanks, Sam- I needed a good laugh today.
More Child Labor July 26, 2009
As evidenced by previous posts, I’m always trying to come up with new ways my small children can help out around here.
Levi’s new responsibility is to take his diapers to the trash can (Eliza’s, too if he’s around for her changing). I came up with this one when I broke my big toe last week- and realized after throwing many diapers toward the trash can- that I have minimal talent for what I’m now calling “trashketball.”
Here he is in action:
You crack me out, Levi July 19, 2009
Sam said this to Levi the other day. I’m not sure if she meant to say “You freak me out,” or “You crack me up.” Either way, I thought “You crack me out was amusing.
So her other new thing is to tell Levi she can’t share something with him because it has eggs in it- she’s totally lying, though. She just doesn’t want to share her treats.
Sir Pukes a Lot Cont’d July 19, 2009
Last June, I published a post about Levi’s spit up, calling him “Sir Pukes- a- Lot.” Oh, how I long for the day when he was just puking! Since then his puking has found a diagnosis. Yes, it seems Sir Pukes- a- Lot has company; others have been afflicted with the same regurgitating phenomenon: experts call it “reflux” (or GERD).
Oh, but this wasn’t the extent of Levi’s afflictions. No, Eczema soon came on the scene, a skin condition resulting in dry, rashy patches of skin. In between wiping up puke streams and puddles, I shook my head and lathered the boy with the creams and lotions recommended by our doctor.
When we went in for his 9 month well check, Sir Pukes-a-Lot hadn’t gained an ounce since his 6 month check up. I was now sufficiently freaked out. The doc seemed slightly concerned, asked us to feed him more protein and fat, and to see us in a month to check his progress.
What’s that? Did she mention the eczema and reflux may be related? Did she caution us about food allergies? No; but in her defense, perhaps she thought I had more sense. Maybe she thought I would actually pay attention to recommended dietary guidelines for infants. I wish I had. Instead (a little distracted with a new pregnancy and a new home search), I only briefly researched this GERD thing, and hoped Levi would grow out of it soon.
A few weeks later- sure that Doc wouldn’t object too much to introducing eggs early if they might fatten the scrawny fellow, I fed them to him scrambled. That’s when we learned that Levi also had food allergies. Thank heaven for Benadryl; Levi survived Anaphylactic shock at ten months old. Here he is around that time, just before the idea of Levi being in the fridge would give me a heart attack:
I crawled into the Doc’s office that afternoon mortified. She was kind, reassured me, and prescribed an epipen.
Now, if your a parent with a child like Sir pukes a Lot, I can tell what you’re thinking. You’re thinking: This is the part where she refers me to an allergist for further evaluation and testing for other allergies, right? This is the part where she mentions that dairy in my diet may be contributing to the excess vomit coming from the nursing baby, right? Surely this is where she mentions that reflux, eczema, and food allergies often come as a package deal, (along with asthma, by the way- I might want to watch out for that); she’ll explain this is all something called “atopic.” She’ll give me a pamphlet, or refer me to a web site or something…..
Sorry to disappoint, readers. Not one of those things happened. If they had, things the following winter might have gone differently….
(This post to be continued. Watch for future post on “Mr Sickley”)
Levi’s new trick May 19, 2009
Just a few days before Eliza was born, I walked into the kitchen, and found….
Yep, that’s my Levi on the table. He apparently shares his Dad’s opinion of heights; to top it off, this kid can climb. His first tantrum was this very same day when I took him off the table, and moved all the chairs so he couldn’t get back up. This one’s all on Matt- honey, that’s your kid.
A week with Dad May 19, 2009
The kids think they’ve won the lottery. Matt’s been home almost a week now, and their world just got a whole lot more interesting. They sleep in together with him almost every morning. Alligator snapping turtles, catfish, and large birds now take up almost as much time as lady bugs and dirt. He even cooks breakfast- something Mommy hasn’t done in months. Thank you, Matt!!!
Eliza May 15, 2009
Welcome to our newest little one. Eliza joined us very quickly Wednesday afternoon, May 13, 2009 weighing 8 lbs, 4oz. She was 19 in long, and pretty mad to be out in the wide world.
In case anyone was worried she may not fit in around here, she, too sucks her thumb. As soon as we catch her on camera, we’ll paste it in.
Levi loves her the way Elmyra loves kitties.
Sam wants to nurse her, but will settle for a little holding.
If the kid survives her first year in this house, it will be a miracle! Enjoy the pictures!
Easter April 25, 2009
Aaaww! I know everyone has these of their children, but I have to say that those kids are pretty cute.
Child Labor Cont’d April 25, 2009
So I’ve mentioned before my affinity for putting my oldest to work, but 8 months pregnant, I gotta tell ya- I don’t know what we’d do without her. Last Sunday, both of us feeling those Sunday lazies, we naturally turned to rock, paper, scissors to determine who would be getting off the couch to feed our hungry little guy when Sam declares, “I got it, guys! I’ll do it. No problem” Pretty soon, both our kids were sitting on the kitchen floor sharing a carton of blackberries.
As if that wasn’t cool enough, the other day I tried to grab a quick shower during Levi’s unreliable morning nap (I don’t know why I thought that would work- the boy has serious radar). Sam comes running in seconds after I step in telling me he’s crying. So I wash up as fast as I can, and get out, but as I’m drying off, I don’t hear my screaming baby. I wasn’t sure whether to run in without bothering with clothes, or to enjoy an unrushed moment getting dressed. Turns out, I could have given myself a pedicure. I found her in his crib, reading him a story. When I walked in, neither one of them wanted out, so I snapped a picture.
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