Wednesday, June 17, 2009

So That I Don't Forget

I'm hoping to get these numbers in the Baby Books, but for now here they are:

Allyssa, 2 years old: 24 lbs 13oz and 32 1/2 inches tall; 25th percentile both

David, Jr., 3 months old: 14 lbs 4 oz and 23 1/4 inches tall; 75th percentile for weight, unknown for height

Doctor visits for both yesterday. Allyssa had an anemia test, but that's it. Both kids are doing well. No changes in acid reflux plan for David, but he did get some eye drops for his gunky eye that has been bothering him for 2 months now. Oh, and Kia told me that she did have one concern about Allyssa. You'll never guess what it was! Talking. She was concerned that she isn't talking enough. I told Kia that wasn't a problem; Allyssa talks non-stop. Kia asked if she said 50 words. I told her she said 40 at 15 months and is proabably closer to 1000 than 50 at this point. We've got a chatterbox; that's for sure. A shy chatterbox. It is true that she doesn't talk to Kia (although, for the record when I asked her to tell Kia her age, she said "Two" usually she says "I'm two," but she was being shy. She also said "Hi, Miss Kia," and when I asked her to tell her what her name was, she mummbled "N-na" which means I said, she was being shy and abreviating everything). After Kia left the room and the nurse who pricked her finger came in she said things like "Jesus fix it." and "Need hug." Poor kiddo. She's right though. Jesus will fix her little finger prick, in fact, He already did.

Meanwhile, at home Allyssa is just the cutest. She has been "bathing" David, Jr. and I with water from her sippy cup that she shakes out. Yesterday as she washed David, Jr. she said things like this, "Wash bottom," "Soapy, Soapy, Soapy," "Wash diaper," "Wash arm," there were lots of things she washed. She also tried to feed him some pretend chicken. He didn't eat it. I can't wait until he's old enough to talk back to her. I'd love to hear what he's thinking about her. He watches with shear joy and admiration as she pretends to clean his bottom and feed him plastic.

Monday, June 15, 2009

"Bad Mommy" Day

Today is one of those Bad Mommy Days. David is out visiting today, so it is just me and the kids for a good portion of the day (he's usually home for lunch and helps get naps started before going back to work). Knowing this, I decided last night that today needed to be an easy day. No trips to the grocery store. Nothing needs to get done. Just get through the day as happy as possible. Everything was going well for a while. David, Jr. was playing happily on the floor when Allyssa needed to go potty. Allyssa is in training right now. (I hope you caught that little piece of humor.) Off we race to the potty. She sits a while. Nothing. She sits a while...oh she peed! Horray. She sits a really long while. David starts to cry. She stands up, asks me to dump her potty in the toilet. I thought she was all done, and I could go get David. Nope, she promptly sits back down and pees some more. Stands up, has me dump it; sits back down, pees again.... I think it was a total of 5 times. By the time we got her hands clean and a diaper back on, David was very, very, very, very upset. I rocked him, cuddled him. He calmed down. Then a little bit later, while I was holding him, he got fussy. He was tired. So I put him down, and he promptly fell asleep. Good! Or so I thought. Lunch was coming...maybe he'd sleep through it, and I'd get Allyssa down for a nap before he woke up to eat. Oh Momma, you've got a lot to learn. He woke up about the time that we sat down to eat. He was very happy to look around all swaddled up for a few minutes. Then, the swaddling became annoying, so I unwrapped him and moved him from one bouncy seat to the other so that he could play with the toys the other one has. (He sleeps in the day in his bouncy seat because the angle is good for his acid reflux.) Knowing that I was about to take Allyssa to bed for her nap, I put the fun bouncy seat in the room farthest from Allyssa's bedroom for him to play. He played happily while we finished lunch. Good! Or so I thought. Allyssa was done eating, so I took her to her room. Unfortunatly for us, we still rock her to sleep for her nap. I no sooner sit down to rock her than I hear David all the way across the house screaming loudly for someone to please come pick him up and feed him. Poor baby. Being the clueless mom that I am, I decide to make him wait in hopes that Allyssa will fall asleep quickly. I count to 120 and she's not even close to asleep. Darn the luck. I think about the situation one more time, realizing that we might have a no-nap day if I put her down now. I put her in her crib, wide awake. I rush to David, feed him, burp him, and proceed to hold him upright for the prescribed 30 minutes (acid reflux, remember?). All the while being serenaded with sounds of my daughter singing her name over the monitor. "A-L-L-Y-S-S-A Allyssa is my name." I put David down for his nap and contemplate whether or not I should go to her and try to rock her to sleep or not. She isn't crying. I want her to fall asleep on her own. I won't go, I decide. An hour and a half passes since I first layed her down in her crib. She's still awake. I hear her say "Up. Up." Then, I hear her say "Go potty." That one was very quiet, but I heard it. I rush in, scoop her up, take her to the potty. She says, "Uh-Oh. Allyssa peed diaper." "That's okay," I assure her. "Do you have any more?" Sure enough she does. Woo HOO!! I wash her hands, bring her one green and one blue M&M, just as requested. I look at the clock as I walk in her room. 1:36. I put on a fresh diaper, wrap her up in her blanket and give her her dog. I sit down to rock her. She falls asleep quickly. I put my sleepy girl in her crib. As I close the door to her room, I glance at her clock. 1:41. As I head back to the other side of the house, I think about the ice cream that I'm going to eat while she sleeps. NAPTIME!!

Friday, June 12, 2009


I am at my pre-pregnancy weight!! Hooray! 3 pounds to go to get to where I was a year ago (I gained 3 pounds right before I got pregnant and couldn't figure out why I couldn't loose them) and when I graduated high school. 5 pounds to be where I want to be!

Monday, June 8, 2009

Allyssa sings Happy Birthday

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Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Oops! I forgot to tell you!

David was 13 pounds 11 ounces and 23 inches long yesterday. What a big boy!

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

David Jr.'s trip to the doctor

David is 13 pounds 11 oz and 23 inches long today. I took a really long list of "Things I know" to Kia today. Kia is out CPNP (Certified Pediatric Nurse Practioner), and we love her. We never actually see a doctor. We try really hard to see Kia and usually get to see her. She is awesome. She loves that I make a list when there is something really wrong with my kids. She listens to it all, and when I'm done, goes through my list from her memory explaining why things are happening or commenting on things (or she has blood work done depending on the ailment). Today it was all verbal, which David liked much better than pricking and prodding. This is what we discovered. All of his symptoms are classic signs of acid reflux and tied tongue. Zantac isn't a fix-all. It only helps the acid in his stomach not be as harsh on him when it shoots back up his throat. She is letting me give him the Zantac 3 times a day instead of twice a day. Hopefully this will help bridge the gap between the doses when one has worn off and the other hasn't been given yet due to his sleep schedule. We are to prop his crib up even more. It is okay for him to be in a bouncy seat for most of the day because it is so painful for him to be on the floor. We'll worry about floor time later. When his stomach hurts really bad and feels stiff (like your forehead), he can have tylonol and gas relief drops at the same time (Kia calls this "baby champagne"). Besides that, we are doing everything that we can for him already as far as acid reflux in concerned (except introducing cereal which can help, but can only be given through a bottle which David doesn't take, so that isn't an option right now, we'll wait and see how much he improves with the increased medicine and being upright a little more (although, he is upright most of the day as it is, we're just going to not feel badly about it). Now, as far as his tied tongue is concerned, we are waiting to see how soon we can get into a specialist to have that clipped. Most likely, David won't eat well for one to two days after this. He's a big baby though (common with acid reflux babies), so we aren't worried. I think that that is it. He goes back in 2 weeks to see if he's gained a pound which will mean that his Zantac can be increased again. Allyssa has her 2 year check up then, too.