LM took some steps today! If we're being honest here (and when am I not?!?!?), I wouldn't count them as "her first steps" or anything, but she did it so I'm going to put it on record.
We hit the park after supper because BigM took a nap, which means she won't fall asleep until after 10pm. (I've just given up that she's going to have a quiet time, and instead, we lay in my bed together and watch a movie on the portable DVD player while LM naps.) While BigM was swinging, DM was encouraging LM to walk behind her adorable push-car walker thing. She didn't think that was very fun, so he started helping her take steps by holding her hands. Then he let go of one hand and helped her take a few steps that way. Then he slowly let go of the other hand and... she walked three steps all by herself before she realized what she was doing. She immediately sat down, looked up at DM as if to say, "You traitor!" and burst into tears.
It was hilarious.
I am thoroughly convinced she can walk, she just doesn't realize it and she will probably prefer to crawl forever. Which is fine with me, I can keep up with her right now. When she starts walking, my life as I know it will officially be over.
7.27.2009
7.21.2009
Throw Down
LM has just started picking up food and throwing it over the side of the tray on her highchair.
Then she looks at me and smiles. Like I think it's cute or something.
I sternly tell her "No- don't throw food" and she bursts into tears.
Then she picks up another piece and throws it over the side and looks at me and smiles.
(rolling eyes) That's when I take away her dinner.
Then she looks at me and smiles. Like I think it's cute or something.
I sternly tell her "No- don't throw food" and she bursts into tears.
Then she picks up another piece and throws it over the side and looks at me and smiles.
(rolling eyes) That's when I take away her dinner.
7.20.2009
It's Not a Choice, It's a Child
It's been a busy summer at the Mouse House. (Obviously, because I haven't been blogging much.)
Well, all of that changed today. Actually about a week ago, so I better note this so I don't forget. LM finally got a third tooth. It was actually on her Aunt's birthday, so maybe I wouldn't have forgotten. Four, five, six, seven and eight are following close behind... and it's about time, maybe she'll start to look like a toddler with more teeth.
Back to today's news! Lolli was kind enough to invite BigM over for a slumber party last night, so I only had one mouse this morning- the little one, of course.
We spent a very long time blinking at each other. While this may seem mundane and boring (believe me, it wasn't!) I had a blast. Blinking. It all started when I closed my eyes and she laughed and closed her eyes, very deliberately. (Of course I had opened my eyes again and was able to witness her copying me.) We blinked and laughed at each other for about 15 minutes. Seriously, it was intense.
If you're still reading (bless your heart, you really are a trooper!) our other entertaining story comes from BigM. We had to return a ceiling fan at Lowe's today, and BigM wanted to see "her playground"- the big display in the lumber yard... and by big I actually mean gargantuan. (I don't believe she's quite figured out that our lot is less than an acre- so we won't actually ever get a big, gargantuan playground.) And seeing as it was nice and cool inside Lowe's, I felt like walking a few laps. The mice were strapped in the Jimmy Johnson big blue race car shopping cart. (By the way, does anyone hate those as much as I do? I feel like I'm trying to steer a yacht, blindfolded, when I push that thing!) We ended up in the paint department and run into a sales associate who is texting. Not looking up, she asks if I need any help. I reply, "No" and think 'even if I do, I'm not sure you can tear yourself away from whatever is so utterly important.' She finally looks up at us and mutters, "I'm going to kill my son." BigM's eyes get as big as saucers and she cries out, "Doen kiwl your son, dat's not nice!"
The lady realizes what she has said and assures BigM that she wishes her son no harm, but BigM is not convinced. She repeats herself, "Weally. Das not nice. You shouden kiwl peopwel. Doen kiwl your son."
Maybe she'll go into law enforcement? Lawyering? (Stand-up comicing?!?!?!?)
Well, all of that changed today. Actually about a week ago, so I better note this so I don't forget. LM finally got a third tooth. It was actually on her Aunt's birthday, so maybe I wouldn't have forgotten. Four, five, six, seven and eight are following close behind... and it's about time, maybe she'll start to look like a toddler with more teeth.
Back to today's news! Lolli was kind enough to invite BigM over for a slumber party last night, so I only had one mouse this morning- the little one, of course.
We spent a very long time blinking at each other. While this may seem mundane and boring (believe me, it wasn't!) I had a blast. Blinking. It all started when I closed my eyes and she laughed and closed her eyes, very deliberately. (Of course I had opened my eyes again and was able to witness her copying me.) We blinked and laughed at each other for about 15 minutes. Seriously, it was intense.
If you're still reading (bless your heart, you really are a trooper!) our other entertaining story comes from BigM. We had to return a ceiling fan at Lowe's today, and BigM wanted to see "her playground"- the big display in the lumber yard... and by big I actually mean gargantuan. (I don't believe she's quite figured out that our lot is less than an acre- so we won't actually ever get a big, gargantuan playground.) And seeing as it was nice and cool inside Lowe's, I felt like walking a few laps. The mice were strapped in the Jimmy Johnson big blue race car shopping cart. (By the way, does anyone hate those as much as I do? I feel like I'm trying to steer a yacht, blindfolded, when I push that thing!) We ended up in the paint department and run into a sales associate who is texting. Not looking up, she asks if I need any help. I reply, "No" and think 'even if I do, I'm not sure you can tear yourself away from whatever is so utterly important.' She finally looks up at us and mutters, "I'm going to kill my son." BigM's eyes get as big as saucers and she cries out, "Doen kiwl your son, dat's not nice!"
The lady realizes what she has said and assures BigM that she wishes her son no harm, but BigM is not convinced. She repeats herself, "Weally. Das not nice. You shouden kiwl peopwel. Doen kiwl your son."
Maybe she'll go into law enforcement? Lawyering? (Stand-up comicing?!?!?!?)
7.01.2009
Even more Music and Lyrics
Straight from the mouth of babes:
(an exerpt from the Little Einstein's theme song):
"... everyone to Rocket, count the town down!"
and I needed my BigM to English dictionary for this one.
"... a shoe shabby shake."
She had to sing it for me before I realized what she was singing (or trying to sing, at least.)
"and you shall be saved."
(FYI- we've moved on from Toddler Action Songs in my car cd player to their version of kid worship songs. Really cute stuff!)
(an exerpt from the Little Einstein's theme song):
"... everyone to Rocket, count the town down!"
and I needed my BigM to English dictionary for this one.
"... a shoe shabby shake."
She had to sing it for me before I realized what she was singing (or trying to sing, at least.)
"and you shall be saved."
(FYI- we've moved on from Toddler Action Songs in my car cd player to their version of kid worship songs. Really cute stuff!)
6.29.2009
How big is Baby? Sooooooo big!
Well, okay, she's not so big. Today LM had her one year check-up. (Sniff, sniff!) This is the first time I've taken the two mice at the same time to the Dr's office and it was nothing short of an adventure.
I heart our pediatrician, really, I do- but I have one little teeny mild complaint. I have to wait for 42 years to see him. I understand, really, I do- I always ask for the first appointment of the day but he has to check on all the newborn babies at the hospital in the mornings so he doesn't always get there on time. (Okay, he never gets there on time. Or if he does, it's certainly not on the days when we have appointments. And please don't suggest I try the first appointment after lunch- 1. the sick kids have had their chance to infect the waiting room air by then- don't think I let my kids touch ANYTHING there and 2. that is smack dab in the middle of quiet time.) Today, we only had to wait for 45 minutes in our exam room, which was plenty of time for BigM to eat her gummy snack, drink her juice, read the book I brought (four times), play with the toy I brought for her, play with the toy I brought for LM, go potty, wash her hands with the green soap, pretend it was purple soap, point to everything in the entire room, and eat LM's snack.
While all of that was going on, LM got her finger pricked for the first time. (Apparently, our state officials are very concerned about the lead levels of our children, so they are now sticking them and having the kids tested. They are either going to say, "Your child has been exposed to too much lead," or "Your child has not been exposed to too much lead." Thank you very much for that diagnosis.) She was not happy about it one bit. Even better, she started sucking on the band-aid on her bleeding finger and it got all soggy and started slipping off- so I decided to take it off for her. Big mistake. Blood started running down her hand and all over me. Luckily, there was an unending supply of cotton balls in the exam room so I helped myself while BigM was shouting, "What are you doing, MM? Why are you getting all those white things?" Then LM tried to eat the cotton balls. I finally asked the nurse for another band-aid, which LM managed to almost suck off again, but by that time, the bleeding had stopped. My life is one embarassing moment after another. People would think we were in a slasher movie if they had seen all the blood.
Dr. Nesbit finally came in and BigM jumped all over the chance to talk with him. I had to remind him that "this is LM's turn" and her turn would come later. (See the other post from today- it was a big day in the Mouse House!) That didn't stop her from giving a running commentary, "Wass he doing, MM? Is he wooking in her nose? Is he going to put dat stepascope on her tummy? Or her back? Wass dat wight for? Is he wooking at her eyes? Tan I watch? Why is he sticking that thing in her ear? Wass dat for?" Poor Dr. Nesbit did not realize he was actually running a teaching hospital.
So. The moment you've all been waiting for. She's totally normal. She's meeting all her milestones right on schedule. She weighs 18 lbs, 13 oz (15th percentile) and she's only 29 1/2 inches long (around 50th percentile). Because we all know that the percentiles are the most important part of the check ups. LM is still a shrimp, but that's okay, because she's cute as pie.
I heart our pediatrician, really, I do- but I have one little teeny mild complaint. I have to wait for 42 years to see him. I understand, really, I do- I always ask for the first appointment of the day but he has to check on all the newborn babies at the hospital in the mornings so he doesn't always get there on time. (Okay, he never gets there on time. Or if he does, it's certainly not on the days when we have appointments. And please don't suggest I try the first appointment after lunch- 1. the sick kids have had their chance to infect the waiting room air by then- don't think I let my kids touch ANYTHING there and 2. that is smack dab in the middle of quiet time.) Today, we only had to wait for 45 minutes in our exam room, which was plenty of time for BigM to eat her gummy snack, drink her juice, read the book I brought (four times), play with the toy I brought for her, play with the toy I brought for LM, go potty, wash her hands with the green soap, pretend it was purple soap, point to everything in the entire room, and eat LM's snack.
While all of that was going on, LM got her finger pricked for the first time. (Apparently, our state officials are very concerned about the lead levels of our children, so they are now sticking them and having the kids tested. They are either going to say, "Your child has been exposed to too much lead," or "Your child has not been exposed to too much lead." Thank you very much for that diagnosis.) She was not happy about it one bit. Even better, she started sucking on the band-aid on her bleeding finger and it got all soggy and started slipping off- so I decided to take it off for her. Big mistake. Blood started running down her hand and all over me. Luckily, there was an unending supply of cotton balls in the exam room so I helped myself while BigM was shouting, "What are you doing, MM? Why are you getting all those white things?" Then LM tried to eat the cotton balls. I finally asked the nurse for another band-aid, which LM managed to almost suck off again, but by that time, the bleeding had stopped. My life is one embarassing moment after another. People would think we were in a slasher movie if they had seen all the blood.
Dr. Nesbit finally came in and BigM jumped all over the chance to talk with him. I had to remind him that "this is LM's turn" and her turn would come later. (See the other post from today- it was a big day in the Mouse House!) That didn't stop her from giving a running commentary, "Wass he doing, MM? Is he wooking in her nose? Is he going to put dat stepascope on her tummy? Or her back? Wass dat wight for? Is he wooking at her eyes? Tan I watch? Why is he sticking that thing in her ear? Wass dat for?" Poor Dr. Nesbit did not realize he was actually running a teaching hospital.
So. The moment you've all been waiting for. She's totally normal. She's meeting all her milestones right on schedule. She weighs 18 lbs, 13 oz (15th percentile) and she's only 29 1/2 inches long (around 50th percentile). Because we all know that the percentiles are the most important part of the check ups. LM is still a shrimp, but that's okay, because she's cute as pie.
6.26.2009
Happy Birthday to You!
Today is LM's first birthday! So far, she has enjoyed a breakfast of cheese squares and a bite of applesauce (and did not enjoy the sweet potato I put on her tray.) We then played a rousing game of "I throw the spoon on the floor and say, 'uh-ooooh' and you pick it up." We were able to snuggle (surprise, anyone?) in my bed for awhile and she fell asleep in my arms. That must have been her present to me, it was so sweet.
"We got to the hospital at 6 am for the induction and they got the IV started. My dr came in at 7; he broke my water and they started the pitocin drip at the same time. Contractions started to regulate and my husband and I watched the news- around 9, I asked for the epidural and in came the anesthesiologist. He did his thing and left- it only took fully on the left side, apparently LM was positioned such that she was blocking part of the nerves in my stomach so my left side was adequately numb and the right side was numb enough that the contractions were bearable. My nurse tried lying me on my right side to see if moving would help, but it didn't. Around 11, she checked me and I was already 5 cms dialated, so she said she would go ahead and take her break so when she got back she wouldn't miss anything. While she was gone, the medicine must have worn off, bc the contractions came back in FULL FORCE! on the right side (the left side was still numb enough that I didn't feel them) and I wasn't sure if I should push the button for more medicine or wait and ask if there was something else we should do. DM finally got sick of watching me in so much pain that he pushed the button and about that time, the nurse walked back in and I told her what was going on. She asked if I was feeling pressure, which I was, and she said she was going to check me because she thought I would be fully dialated. She had only been gone 45 minutes, so I thought she was crazy. Well, obviously she knew what she was doing because I was 10 cms. And because I was "so far along," she pushed the button for more medicine and we were off! LM wasn't fully engaged, so she had me push a few times laying flat on my back (and once they got her to move even a little bit further into the birth canal, the epi immediately balanced out and both sides were numb)- I could barely feel anything so I felt like I was not doing anything when I was pushing. The next thing I know, the dr had come in, another nurse was there to hold back my leg, my nurse was pushing on my belly and three little pushes later, there was LM! The entire pushing process took less than 30 mins, and we were waiting in between contractions for around 3 mins each time. Scarily enough, the cord was wrapped around her neck twice*, and she was completely blue when she came out but once they got her onto the table and started rubbing on her, she turned pink and started fussing. I did hear her make some little noises right when she was born, so I wasn't too worried, and she still hasn't let out a full blown cry even 36 hours later. (But before you get all annoyed that I have a quiet baby, please know my first came out screaming like a banshee and really hasn't stopped since- so life is fair!)"
(*Please don't tell my parents, they still do not know this and if they find out, she will be at Mayo for testing to make sure she is all right.)
Happy first birthday, Little Mouse! (And before you get all worried, we're having her party on the fourth of July, which was her actual due date! More birthday fun to come!)
DM and Pop went to play golf at my parent's country club this morning and the lady mice were going to meet them for lunch. (Here it comes, first child syndrome- no matter what happens, even if by accident, it's always about the firstborn. Today was no different.) In the car, I was watching the clock, waiting to announce at 12:25 pm, "LM was born right now, a year ago!" Well, instead, I found myself wiping throw up off of BigM, who barfed in the car on our way to lunch, which was a good 40 mins from the house. So picture it, BigM standing on the side of the road in her underwear, me using the last of the baby wipes to get the vomit off her hands, her face and her hair while LM is sitting content in her carseat, quietly sucking on her pacifier. Then I remembered the LM hadn't pooped in two days. Yay. (And yes, she did poop at lunch. We had to make do with some papertowels. Poor LM.)
After a long, stinky ride home, we hung around the house for a bit and Pop and my SIL brought home a pizza and a chocolate (birthday) cake. We all ate as fast as we could so we wouldn't be late to see the legendary Gregg Russell at Harbortown. (And before you go thinking you're Harriet the Spy and you have figured out where I live- we are actually on vacation right now! So good try.) BigM, LM and I had a great time sitting on the stage for the concert. BigM was just about dying to get up and sing and LM was just about dying to crawl all over the stage. We had a blast. (I'm actually not sure what the rest of my family was doing, they did not sit with me- and the 3-8 years olds.) I especially enjoyed it since I used to come see Gregg Russell when I was a little mouse.
Now for your reading pleasure, I have pasted LM's birth story, which I wrote last year (before I was a blogging MM).
"We got to the hospital at 6 am for the induction and they got the IV started. My dr came in at 7; he broke my water and they started the pitocin drip at the same time. Contractions started to regulate and my husband and I watched the news- around 9, I asked for the epidural and in came the anesthesiologist. He did his thing and left- it only took fully on the left side, apparently LM was positioned such that she was blocking part of the nerves in my stomach so my left side was adequately numb and the right side was numb enough that the contractions were bearable. My nurse tried lying me on my right side to see if moving would help, but it didn't. Around 11, she checked me and I was already 5 cms dialated, so she said she would go ahead and take her break so when she got back she wouldn't miss anything. While she was gone, the medicine must have worn off, bc the contractions came back in FULL FORCE! on the right side (the left side was still numb enough that I didn't feel them) and I wasn't sure if I should push the button for more medicine or wait and ask if there was something else we should do. DM finally got sick of watching me in so much pain that he pushed the button and about that time, the nurse walked back in and I told her what was going on. She asked if I was feeling pressure, which I was, and she said she was going to check me because she thought I would be fully dialated. She had only been gone 45 minutes, so I thought she was crazy. Well, obviously she knew what she was doing because I was 10 cms. And because I was "so far along," she pushed the button for more medicine and we were off! LM wasn't fully engaged, so she had me push a few times laying flat on my back (and once they got her to move even a little bit further into the birth canal, the epi immediately balanced out and both sides were numb)- I could barely feel anything so I felt like I was not doing anything when I was pushing. The next thing I know, the dr had come in, another nurse was there to hold back my leg, my nurse was pushing on my belly and three little pushes later, there was LM! The entire pushing process took less than 30 mins, and we were waiting in between contractions for around 3 mins each time. Scarily enough, the cord was wrapped around her neck twice*, and she was completely blue when she came out but once they got her onto the table and started rubbing on her, she turned pink and started fussing. I did hear her make some little noises right when she was born, so I wasn't too worried, and she still hasn't let out a full blown cry even 36 hours later. (But before you get all annoyed that I have a quiet baby, please know my first came out screaming like a banshee and really hasn't stopped since- so life is fair!)"
(*Please don't tell my parents, they still do not know this and if they find out, she will be at Mayo for testing to make sure she is all right.)
Happy first birthday, Little Mouse! (And before you get all worried, we're having her party on the fourth of July, which was her actual due date! More birthday fun to come!)
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