Tuesday, March 26, 2013

6 months

Still as mellow as ever (thank you sweet baby Jesus), unless he's tired. Then he starts this God-awful screeching. It's worse than crying. But at least that way we know he's tired. One boob and 10 minutes later, he's out like a light.

His grip is very strong, and he loves grabbing things. Especially faces. Which means I need to keep his nails trimmed up or else I get scratch marks on my face.

Evan is very smiley. He will smile for anyone who bothers to pay attention to him. Today at his 6m dr appt, the nurses commented that he was a little flirt, smiling. cooing and laughing at all the ladies.

I think we'll start him on people food pretty soon. I want to wait until he's able to sit up on his own, and it looks like that will be soon. I'm not planning on bringing the big breast pump on vacation, so if I'm away from him for a feeding (hello free babysitters!), then they can give him regular food.

The poor guy still has hair on his ears. Mostly his right ear.

We've been trying the crib and have had a few good stretches of sleep in it. I am swaddling him with one arm out, as his right arm tends to flail, so the swaddling keeps that right arm in place.

Overall, he's just a healthy, happy, easy going little dude.

















22 months

I think I can call it official: Corinne has a lovey. She'll carry it around, tuck it into the carseat, hold on tight to it as she watches TV, and will drag it throughout the house by a limb as she searches for the next adventure. A piece of advice I got from a friend a few years ago: when. Your kid gets a lovey, go out and buy 10 of them. That way you can avoid any epic meltdown once it gets dirty/lost/burned/etc.

At a consignment sake last week, I saw another dog, almost identical to hers. I thought it was identical until I brought it home and saw the slight differences: the original has a Canadian accent, a glowing heart sand a different colored vest. Thankfully, these differences didn't bother Corinne, and the idea of object Permanence has been put to the test when she leaves lovey downstairs, only to find him magically reappear in her bedroom upstairs.
Upon recounting this story to two of my friends this last weekend, I learned that each of them had the same dog that they'd be happy to pass along. So, now we'll have 4 loveys.

Speaking of dogs, which, I think are her favorite animal; dark colored dogs freak her out, but she likes light colored dogs. She's a doggie racist.

We've been noticing with each passing day that she's able to run faster, and is leaving the drunk elf walk/waddle behind.

I think we may have left the constipation world behind. She rarely gets backed up nowadays. Her daily pooping time is around 12p, right before her daily nap. She'll only poop at home. If we're out somewhere during that time, she'll hold it until we get home. Which will be interesting when we go on vacation...

She still is mute. However, she'll make sounds that sound like words in her mouth/throat, but won't open her mouth to form the words with her lips. The speech therapist, who we now see weekly, thinks this could be an oral sensitivity issue. Combined with the fact that she will freak the eff out if anyone tries to put anything in her mouth (like me putting my finger or a toothbrush in her mouth). She will give a pass to my finger if it's coated in something chocolately. Glad to see she has standards. ;) the remedy is to get her a vibrating toothbrush and get her to stick it in her mouth beyond her lips to de-sensitize those areas. I gave her M's electric toothbrush to play with and she enjoyed letting it vibrate in the front part of her mouth but wouldn't let it go beyond the front.

Her understanding and ability to follow directions is awesome. Which is weird, as since she's not talking, I assume she has the understanding of an infant, but then she'll totally surprise us when she does something which shows she understands. Like "find your shoes". However, "find my camera" is not working too well because within the last few weeks she's either hidden it very well to where she cant remember where she put it, or threw it in the trash. F%#+^}>£^!!!

Update: found the camera! It was wedged in the seat cushions in the playroom.

I packed up all of her 12m tops. They were way too small. Her 12m pants still fit, but most are high water on her. I wish baby sizing was like men sizing, where you can order up a specific length and width. She needs an 18m length but a 9-12m waist.

She likes to share, 90% of the time. Earlier this week, she was eating a cracker. Sh walked up to another toddler, about the same age, and stuck the cracker in the other girl's mouth. The other girl took a bite. Corinne pulled back the cracker, took a bite herself and then offered it back to the other girl. It was cute, if not, gross.

However, also this week, Evan was on the floor playing with the tag on the bean bag. Corinne did not like this. So she walked across the room to where Evan was and took the tag out of his hands. He grabbed it again. She swatted his hand away. He was NOT allowed to play with that tag!!










Friday, March 22, 2013

Mother of the year

Evan's cough sounded really bad, so I took him to the Dr. When we got there and checked in, I asked if I could book a double time slot so Corinne could be seen too. I didn't think anything was wrong with her, but I figured since we were there, might as well get her checked out too.

Evan is fine. His weight dropped a bit from last week due to not eating as much, but that was to be expected.

Corrine weighs 20lb 2oz.

Mother of the year moment: Corinne has a double ear infection. I had no idea. 10 days of antibiotics is in our future...

Move over Martha Stewart

Because I'm roasting a whole MFing chicken. The task that was once delegated to the deli counter at Costco is being tackled at home.

In other news, my fever broke yesterday, so I'm feeling much better. Corinne only woke up once last night, but is still opting to rub her green snotty nose on me or the chair, instead of a Kleenex or washcloth. Little man is now coughing and is not happy with the new sensation. Cough-cry-cough-cry, repeat. Poor dude. He's still having trouble eating, which means my boob is huge and full, so I've been pumping and giving that milk to Corinne. Corinne has no complaints on the matter.

I'm still not 100%, so while M is going to come home to the MFing roast chicken (as it is now named), he'll also come home to a mound of laundry that still needs to be put away, random Cheerios and bits of cheese all over the carpet, and just general messy "we have a toddler and a baby" state of affairs. But the dude will have a MFing roast chicken.











Sitting up

Evan is getting better about sitting up, and can do it unassisted for about a minute or so. Unless his sister pushes him over...









Bath time!













Tuesday, March 19, 2013

The sick house

So much snot. All different colors.

Evan, Corinne and I all have a fever/god-awful cold combo.

If you add up all the 20-minute increments I slept last night, you'd get two hours.

Poor Evan can't even eat because his nose is so stuffy. He also projectile vomited on me yesterday. And when I say "on me", it includes all down the front of my shirt, the side of the bed, the pile of clean clothes that needed to be folded and put away, and the floor. It reminded me of the exorcist.


I want my mommy. She'll take care of my kids, clean puke off my floor, buy me orange juice, and send me to bed to sleep for longer than 20 minutes. That's the dream, man.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Snack time!

At a consignment sale this last weekend, I got a table/chairs set for $6.50. Holla!

So today I gave Corinne her morning snack at HER table.







Sunday, March 17, 2013

First double cart ride

Corinne tried to feed him half a meatball, a green bean chip, and a multigrain cracker.



Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Play it again, Evan

Of course, Corinne had to step in after a bit and show Evan how it should be done.















Monday, March 11, 2013

Duck Pond

I have fond memories of feeding the ducks as a child. Whenever we would go over to my grandparents' house, I would ask to feed the ducks. Nothing was more tragic than hearing "not today."

Today I took the two kids to a local duck pond/park. Armed with half of a loaf of almost stale bread, and a comfortable weather day, we were set to make some memories!

 After watching me, Corinne understood that she was to reach into the bread bag, and throw the bread in the water. But the rest was an epic fail. First, that was perfectly good bread that should not go to waste. So, she had to sample the bread before she threw it. Then, once she threw it in the water, she had to dig it back out of the nasty water, and eat the soggy bread. Next, she wanted to sit on the ground, which was littered with soggy duck poop. No longer content, she decided she needed to go swimming and spent the remainder of the time trying to inch her way into the water.





By that point, I threw in the towel, and we headed to the play area. She was not a happy camper and threw a tantrum the whole way there. 

Epic.Fail.











I let her ride in the bucket seat back to the car. She's a bit bigger than when we brought her home in that seat!


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