We've found a pediatrician that passes muster! We'll call him Dr. V, because....well, that's his name. He seems to be the right blend of friendly, funny and smart. But not smart-ass, because we got enough of that with Dr. SAL.
Today's appt. was the follow-up requested by Dr. SAL so here are the updated stats: Wyatt is 14 lbs, 13.5 oz. (yes, every half ounce counts and I'm still berating myself for not pumping him full of a bottle immediately prior to putting him on the scale) and he's 24" long. Trust me, I was actively involved in making sure the tech accounted for every millimeter of length and I might or might not have questioned her measuring technique. She was nice about it, though. I'm sure they get "my type" in there all the time - you know, the moms who've been made to feel this big about how their child is progressing - so she knew to let me "help" get accurate measurements. Anyway, the handy-dandy chart shows that Wyatt is now tracking right back where he was (still small, but perfectly small thank you very much). It's like last month's little dot on that chart is just a big, fat (or short, thin) anomaly. Yay!
*****
Please note that yesterday's post should be edited to include the following: the combination of two favorite things is exponentially greater than the two items by themselves. Like today, when Millie sneezed, it was awesome!
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Where Does It Go...
Time, that is. First of all, we woke up again at 6:48 this morning so you'd think it would've felt like a long day, but no! All of a sudden it was 4:00 this afternoon and I can't quite figure out where my day went. (This doesn't make me any happier about our rude awakenings, but it does amaze me that we've learned how to occupy our days.) More importantly, Wyatt hit the 7 month mark last week and I can't figure out how we got here so quickly. Seven months! As a few (obviously) non-moms have pointed out to me, he's now closer to a year than he is to being a newborn. I'm already sad that my little baby is growing out of his babyhood. Don't rush it, people!
He's changing so much. At Christmas, he was really good at giving kisses on command. He'd put his hands on my cheeks, lean in and open his mouth against my face. Not really the kind of kiss I want him giving forever, but it was so sweet! But now? Now when I say, "Wyatt give mommy a kiss, please?", he gets a big grin on his face and smacks my face with both hands, then grins some more. He's turning into a squirrely little boy already.
Other things he loves at the ripe old age of seven months:
1. Millie. She's still top of his list and he's getting better every day at rolling or creeping to where she is. I'm having to wash her toys more often and monitor where they end up because hey, what's good enough for her is good enough for Wyatt!
2. Water. He LOVES his bath. He LOVES having his hands washed after a meal. He will contort himself any which way to be able to see water running from a faucet, thought the beach was pretty darn cool and kept a very watchful eye on Nathan today while he played with water in his bucket outside. Jealousy was brewing, I tell you! Give us another couple months and Lisa and I will have the boys in their wading pools while the fruity drink mixer whirs away in her kitchen.
3. Having his teeth brushed. Seriously, we brush his teeth (& gums) every night and he loves it! He also gets great enjoyment from us brushing our teeth - it's a sure-fire way to get a smile.
4. Bananas. But only pureed real bananas, not those store-bought tubs of bananas for babies. He has a discriminating palate! This is a good thing because we can add pureed bananas to just about anything and he'll eat it, but bananas cause us to have to also serve prunes, lest we have issues. Luckily he thinks prunes are okay, too.
5. Fake sneezes. It turns out that if we fake sneeze, he'll CRACK UP! We have video, but it's the one that won't upload to blogger. Big disappointment.
6. His hands. They endlessly fascinate him. He loves watching them open and close, he loves chewing on them, he loves grabbing anything and everything with them. And when you think about it, he's right! Hands are pretty amazing!
7. Rolling. This skill is apparently most fun on the changing table, while getting dressed or while having a dirty diaper changed. Let's just say he's already learning the meaning of a stern "no".
8. Nylon straps. Maybe it's the "if you can't beat them, join them" theory, but he gets great enjoyment out of chewing on any straps that secure him into a seat, stroller, carrier, etc. Oh, and maybe this is the best place to mention he's chewed a hole in his baby bjorn? Nice.
9. Crib toys. On the mornings that the base doesn't feel the need to wake us with reveille, Wyatt wakes us with his own little symphony. He's a young dj! He starts with the dragonfly, rolls to the other end to rattle the dog's plastic handle against the rails and then adds in his cacophony of dada, nanana, goo-ga, blah blah blah. And we love it.
10. His parents. The way his little face lights up when either of us enter a room tells me that he loves us, too. It's the best.
He's changing so much. At Christmas, he was really good at giving kisses on command. He'd put his hands on my cheeks, lean in and open his mouth against my face. Not really the kind of kiss I want him giving forever, but it was so sweet! But now? Now when I say, "Wyatt give mommy a kiss, please?", he gets a big grin on his face and smacks my face with both hands, then grins some more. He's turning into a squirrely little boy already.
Other things he loves at the ripe old age of seven months:
1. Millie. She's still top of his list and he's getting better every day at rolling or creeping to where she is. I'm having to wash her toys more often and monitor where they end up because hey, what's good enough for her is good enough for Wyatt!
2. Water. He LOVES his bath. He LOVES having his hands washed after a meal. He will contort himself any which way to be able to see water running from a faucet, thought the beach was pretty darn cool and kept a very watchful eye on Nathan today while he played with water in his bucket outside. Jealousy was brewing, I tell you! Give us another couple months and Lisa and I will have the boys in their wading pools while the fruity drink mixer whirs away in her kitchen.
3. Having his teeth brushed. Seriously, we brush his teeth (& gums) every night and he loves it! He also gets great enjoyment from us brushing our teeth - it's a sure-fire way to get a smile.
4. Bananas. But only pureed real bananas, not those store-bought tubs of bananas for babies. He has a discriminating palate! This is a good thing because we can add pureed bananas to just about anything and he'll eat it, but bananas cause us to have to also serve prunes, lest we have issues. Luckily he thinks prunes are okay, too.
5. Fake sneezes. It turns out that if we fake sneeze, he'll CRACK UP! We have video, but it's the one that won't upload to blogger. Big disappointment.
6. His hands. They endlessly fascinate him. He loves watching them open and close, he loves chewing on them, he loves grabbing anything and everything with them. And when you think about it, he's right! Hands are pretty amazing!
7. Rolling. This skill is apparently most fun on the changing table, while getting dressed or while having a dirty diaper changed. Let's just say he's already learning the meaning of a stern "no".
8. Nylon straps. Maybe it's the "if you can't beat them, join them" theory, but he gets great enjoyment out of chewing on any straps that secure him into a seat, stroller, carrier, etc. Oh, and maybe this is the best place to mention he's chewed a hole in his baby bjorn? Nice.
9. Crib toys. On the mornings that the base doesn't feel the need to wake us with reveille, Wyatt wakes us with his own little symphony. He's a young dj! He starts with the dragonfly, rolls to the other end to rattle the dog's plastic handle against the rails and then adds in his cacophony of dada, nanana, goo-ga, blah blah blah. And we love it.
10. His parents. The way his little face lights up when either of us enter a room tells me that he loves us, too. It's the best.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Too Busy Having Fun
Hi all. We've been busy just living our lives for the last few days, hence the no-posting. I'm sure you've been fine without us inundating you with pitiful details of our days (although Jeff & I actually saw a movie, in a theater!, yesterday. Lisa & PC watched the little man so we could have a couple hours out. It was lovely).
Just wanted to let you know that we're still here, we're doing well, we're staying busy and Wyatt is getting more teeth! Looks like the top two - maybe three - are about to cut through. Perhaps that explains his reluctance to nap lately? I've dosed him with Tylenol in hopes of getting him to take his afternoon nap, but he's currently fussing again after only 40 minutes. Bummer! Anyway, I need to take a bunch of pictures because I'm really very fond of his two-teeth-only smile.
We're also getting geared up for our trip to Sapporo's snow festival next week. It's going to be SO COLD but hopefully really fun. Lisa is apparently an expert packer, so I figure I can just throw in some stuff and she'll have anything I forget. Odds are good I'll forget something, since I forget something every time I leave the house. Plus, she's already started packing and I haven't even made a list. There's still time...it'll be okay.
Well, that's it. Nothing exciting and Wyatt is really wailing now. Guess he's not going to fall back to sleep. Have I mentioned how much I enjoy the teething process? Good times. Life rocks.
Just wanted to let you know that we're still here, we're doing well, we're staying busy and Wyatt is getting more teeth! Looks like the top two - maybe three - are about to cut through. Perhaps that explains his reluctance to nap lately? I've dosed him with Tylenol in hopes of getting him to take his afternoon nap, but he's currently fussing again after only 40 minutes. Bummer! Anyway, I need to take a bunch of pictures because I'm really very fond of his two-teeth-only smile.
We're also getting geared up for our trip to Sapporo's snow festival next week. It's going to be SO COLD but hopefully really fun. Lisa is apparently an expert packer, so I figure I can just throw in some stuff and she'll have anything I forget. Odds are good I'll forget something, since I forget something every time I leave the house. Plus, she's already started packing and I haven't even made a list. There's still time...it'll be okay.
Well, that's it. Nothing exciting and Wyatt is really wailing now. Guess he's not going to fall back to sleep. Have I mentioned how much I enjoy the teething process? Good times. Life rocks.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Who Let the Bugleman In?
Please try to imagine my joy when I realized this morning, at 6:48 am, that they've fixed the base loudspeaker located (apparently) directly behind my bedroom window. That's right, folks! I'm now enjoying the benefit of waking up on a military base. It sounded something like this.
And we're off to the races.
And we're off to the races.
So Annoying!
I've been trying for two days to post a video to my blog - no luck. And it's great video! Will have to keep trying....
in the meantime, I'm trying to share pictures from today and I haven't figured out this whole arrange-pictures-around-your-text thing. Sorry, but this is as good as it gets!
Wyatt and I made a trip to the beach because it was such a beautiful afternoon.
He loved running his hands through the sand 
(and didn't try to eat it - good boy!) and he really liked it when I rolled up his little pants and let him splish splash in the East China Sea. It seems like we have some big fun ahead of us at the beach - can't wait for spring! 
Oh, and I took his pants off for the ride home since they were wet and apparently it's super cool to ride in your carseat wearing only a onesie and some socks - he was chattering up a storm and slapping his thighs the whole way back. If only I'd caught that on film!
Sunday, January 21, 2007
An Open Letter
I've been a pretty poor friend to a lot of people out there in the last few months. I'm not really talking about the people with whom I have face-to-face contact (though there are a couple of those, too) but more the friends with whom I'm connected by e-mail and phone. Let's face it, I am a pretty good e-mailer (usually) and not so good at the phonecalls. Lately I've been horrible at both.
Let me clarify: if you're wondering why you haven't heard from me, I really have no good reason. You can also rest assured that I probably go to bed every night with the best intentions to call you the next day. And that carries over to the next day and the next and then here I am, months later, berating myself for not holding up my end of the friendship. I apologize.
I apologize that I let the minutiae of my everyday life get in the way of more important big-picture things, like my oldest friendships. And my not-new-year's-anymore-resolution is to change my behavior. You know, reprogram myself on this issue.
I just wanted you to know.
And it's going to be a challenge for me. Just because it is. Just so you know.
The irony here is that most of the people I'm thinking of don't even know this blog exists. But somehow I feel better just having put this in writing.
Thanks.
P.S. Wyatt is getting really good at pushing up on all fours then scooting his little legs forward. Can crawling be far behind?
Let me clarify: if you're wondering why you haven't heard from me, I really have no good reason. You can also rest assured that I probably go to bed every night with the best intentions to call you the next day. And that carries over to the next day and the next and then here I am, months later, berating myself for not holding up my end of the friendship. I apologize.
I apologize that I let the minutiae of my everyday life get in the way of more important big-picture things, like my oldest friendships. And my not-new-year's-anymore-resolution is to change my behavior. You know, reprogram myself on this issue.
I just wanted you to know.
And it's going to be a challenge for me. Just because it is. Just so you know.
The irony here is that most of the people I'm thinking of don't even know this blog exists. But somehow I feel better just having put this in writing.
Thanks.
P.S. Wyatt is getting really good at pushing up on all fours then scooting his little legs forward. Can crawling be far behind?
Friday, January 19, 2007
Of Note to Family:
We're sitting on the couch last night and Jeff nonchalantly mentions that the new bachelor in the squadron went to K-State. To which I replied, "oh, great" because honestly, I'm decidedly not a K-State fan, supporter, sympathizer, etc. Not even here.
But then Jeff goes on to tell me that this new guy, Shulenberg, grew up in Linn County. LINN COUNTY! Now he has my attention. Especially when he says, "yeah, I mentioned the name Stites to him and he said that's the sheriff's last name" and "I think he's from Parker". Okay, back up. "There is no way this guy's from Parker", I say. Jeff says, "oh, you're right. But he knows where it is. He's grew up in Mound City."
For real! We're in OKINAWA and there's a guy from MOUND CITY in our squadron. Heck, he's even in our flight, which means Jeff is his flight commander. Craziness! Linn County is in the house! And for this, I can forgive his K-Statedness and will even have him over for dinner.
Just thought you'd want to know.
But then Jeff goes on to tell me that this new guy, Shulenberg, grew up in Linn County. LINN COUNTY! Now he has my attention. Especially when he says, "yeah, I mentioned the name Stites to him and he said that's the sheriff's last name" and "I think he's from Parker". Okay, back up. "There is no way this guy's from Parker", I say. Jeff says, "oh, you're right. But he knows where it is. He's grew up in Mound City."
For real! We're in OKINAWA and there's a guy from MOUND CITY in our squadron. Heck, he's even in our flight, which means Jeff is his flight commander. Craziness! Linn County is in the house! And for this, I can forgive his K-Statedness and will even have him over for dinner.
Just thought you'd want to know.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Dear God,
When you said to share the gospel, did you mean for people to be sneaky evangelists? Like the lady today at 100Yen who was posing as a shopper? 'Cause she kinda scared me, the way she got all up in my personal space and pulled her church's business card out as if it were drugs that no one could see and, I swear, after looking around to make sure no one was watching said, "miss? could I tell you about a church?"
Ummmmm, hey sneaky lady! Freaking people out is generally not the best way to endear yourself to them but it was really clever the way you and that man you were with went all over the store pretending to be interested in the goods. Did you find anything?
I did. I love 100 Yen. It Rocks. Today's purchases included new ice cream bowls, a funky bib for Wyatt with clever features
and very helpful instructions on the back. 
I also got a crazy fermented red bean kit kat bar, 
a new kind of chocolates - chopan, but as best I can tell they have something to do with the composer, Chopin, whose dates are listed on the back in the midst of a bunch of kanji 
- and a rare cheese cake. 
I haven't gotten up the nerve to try the kit kat or the rare cheese yet, but I'll be sure to let you know how they are.
Oh, and good thing everything's 100 yen because I broke one of the bowls before I made it back to the car. It might have had something to do with Wyatt's carseat being wedged too tightly into the crazy, gimp-wheeled Japanese shopping cart. Now I'll have to go back....oh, the trauma.
Ummmmm, hey sneaky lady! Freaking people out is generally not the best way to endear yourself to them but it was really clever the way you and that man you were with went all over the store pretending to be interested in the goods. Did you find anything?
I did. I love 100 Yen. It Rocks. Today's purchases included new ice cream bowls, a funky bib for Wyatt with clever features
and very helpful instructions on the back. I also got a crazy fermented red bean kit kat bar, a new kind of chocolates - chopan, but as best I can tell they have something to do with the composer, Chopin, whose dates are listed on the back in the midst of a bunch of kanji - and a rare cheese cake. I haven't gotten up the nerve to try the kit kat or the rare cheese yet, but I'll be sure to let you know how they are.Oh, and good thing everything's 100 yen because I broke one of the bowls before I made it back to the car. It might have had something to do with Wyatt's carseat being wedged too tightly into the crazy, gimp-wheeled Japanese shopping cart. Now I'll have to go back....oh, the trauma.
Fo' Real
My husband's job sucks sometimes. Like now. He left sometime before 6 this morning and it's now 8:34 with no sign of him. This is day three of him not seeing his son and I KNOW he's hating it. I just feel bad for him. I mean, no offense to those of you who put in long hours at a desk, but it just isn't the same thing. He is physically exhausted after days like this, let alone the mental gymnastics. Hopefully this was the last upgrade ride for a while. And to put it in further perspective for you: he called home at 11:10 this morning to tell me he was back on the ground. That's right, they've spent the last nine hours discussing a single sortie. Glad it's not me.
*****breaking news! He just called and is on his way home!!!!
Now about me. Why am I so darn tired at the end of the day? Because really? I don't DO anything that should make me tired. I mean, yeah, I wash bottles about 6 times a day (and through the night), prepare little bowls of "solids" that go uneaten at least twice a day, change many diapers, let Millie out about 12 times a day, run a variety of errands, do a load of laundry almost every day (although if I would just complete a load instead of leaving it somewhere in the process overnight, I could probably reduce that), and figure out how to entertain an infant for hours on end every day, but how does that leave me feeling like I've actually physically exerted myself? I don't get it. And the little nagging voice in the back of my head tells me that if I would actually exercise, I'd end up with more energy. Sometimes little voices are overrated.
Don't worry. The little voice of my little boy is definitely not overrated which is why I won't be requesting a job change any time soon. I'll just be here, running myself ragged for no tangible benefits, waiting to see what tricks Wyatt does tomorrow.
*****breaking news! He just called and is on his way home!!!!
Now about me. Why am I so darn tired at the end of the day? Because really? I don't DO anything that should make me tired. I mean, yeah, I wash bottles about 6 times a day (and through the night), prepare little bowls of "solids" that go uneaten at least twice a day, change many diapers, let Millie out about 12 times a day, run a variety of errands, do a load of laundry almost every day (although if I would just complete a load instead of leaving it somewhere in the process overnight, I could probably reduce that), and figure out how to entertain an infant for hours on end every day, but how does that leave me feeling like I've actually physically exerted myself? I don't get it. And the little nagging voice in the back of my head tells me that if I would actually exercise, I'd end up with more energy. Sometimes little voices are overrated.
Don't worry. The little voice of my little boy is definitely not overrated which is why I won't be requesting a job change any time soon. I'll just be here, running myself ragged for no tangible benefits, waiting to see what tricks Wyatt does tomorrow.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Back on Track
Well, now that Wyatt is almost seven (!) months old, I decided we should probably go get his 6 month shots. You know, no time like the present. Anyway, the immunizations clinic is conveniently located just down the hall from the peds clinic so I decided to stop for a weigh-in.
Apparently Operation Stuff the Baby is working because at his appointment on January 11, Wyatt weighed 13.1 lbs. Today, exactly one week later, my little sumo-in-training weighed 15 lbs. even. Now, I didn't take his clothes or diaper off for this one, but trust me - he was definitely NOT wearing 2 lbs. of gear. I mean, even if he's really only gained a pound, that's good, right? Right.
If you disagree, please keep it to yourself because I'm pretty happy right now.
And my big boy is awake so I have to go. Time for a feeding.
Apparently Operation Stuff the Baby is working because at his appointment on January 11, Wyatt weighed 13.1 lbs. Today, exactly one week later, my little sumo-in-training weighed 15 lbs. even. Now, I didn't take his clothes or diaper off for this one, but trust me - he was definitely NOT wearing 2 lbs. of gear. I mean, even if he's really only gained a pound, that's good, right? Right.
If you disagree, please keep it to yourself because I'm pretty happy right now.
And my big boy is awake so I have to go. Time for a feeding.
Twinkle Toes
Well, since I know you've been absolutely dying to see our results, here's the picture of our toes. Cute, no? That place is amazing. And the view of the East China Sea doesn't hurt.
Clockwise from top right: Japanese cherry blossoms, sunset scene with palm trees, white flowers on blue, Valentine's hearts.
Clockwise from top right: Japanese cherry blossoms, sunset scene with palm trees, white flowers on blue, Valentine's hearts.Sunday, January 14, 2007
Good Times
Is there anything better than seeing an old friend and being able to pick up where you left off? Laurie and Nick got here today (they're so not here to see me, it's just really handy that Laurie's sister lives here) and it was SO good to see them and just get to hang out. It's been two years (almost to the day) since we last saw each other...crazy! It just makes me happy knowing they're only 10 minutes away...at least for the next 10 days :) Tomorrow we're getting our toes done - Okinawan style. I've been thinking for days about what design I want. Oh, the pressure! Perhaps tomorrow I'll post a picture.
One more thing: this is what is so annoying about tv over here. I have it on Bravo right now and all of a sudden we're getting ready to watch the ball drop in Times Square. Right. For New Year's. And that was.....oh, yeah, precisely 2 weeks ago so it's just now in our lineup.
Happy New Year. I predict good times ahead.
One more thing: this is what is so annoying about tv over here. I have it on Bravo right now and all of a sudden we're getting ready to watch the ball drop in Times Square. Right. For New Year's. And that was.....oh, yeah, precisely 2 weeks ago so it's just now in our lineup.
Happy New Year. I predict good times ahead.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Random Musings.
1. My kid doesn't like baby food. He DOES like real food. Gerber bananas? No! Mashed banana? Yes, please! And avocado was a hit, although still a little too chunky. Sweet potatoes are still his favorite. Prunes? Not so much.
2. The Bracys got new bikes. They're hilarious. Ron spent at least 30 mintues this afternoon riding his bike up and down our little cul-de-sac while Millie, Wyatt and I were playing in the yard. I had to ask him, "new bike, Ron?" to which he replied, "yeah! only $18 at the BX!". Bargain, Ron. Bargain. But you know what's cute? He had obviously made the decision to purchase bikes without consulting Eva because he had her new bike and helmet waiting on the front walk for her and was SO EXCITED when she finally pulled onto our street to see him cruising. So off they went, still in their work clothes, around the block on their new bikes. And Lisa? Could you not feel me willing you home? I am so sad you missed this extravaganza :)
3. I'm totally biased, but my kid is getting cuter every day. When we're both on the floor playing, his new thing is to commando crawl to me and lay his head on my leg or try to crawl into my lap. Pretty much melts me every time. And he's really into yelling at Millie to get her attention. It's not working, but it's funny and he now laughs at her. She walks by, he laughs. She plays tug-of-war with me, he laughs. And the best is when I hold him out in front of me and we chase Millie around the house making her do 360s. Then he just cracks up! I love it.
4. My kid is also getting the hang of pushing up on all fours. He doesn't stay that way for too long, but he's definitely getting more consistent. And tonight he started leaning forward from sitting and landing on his tummy. Oh, and he also tried to stand up tonight. Again. It's still not working for him, but I find it a little alarming that he's so intent on being vertical. Fun times ahead, no?
5. I bought a Kelty backpack/stroller today from a girl who'd listed it in the classifieds and I low-balled her price. I do not feel good about this. She was super nice, the backpack is in good condition (she even had the paperwork it came with), she's my friend HAC's neighbor. I COULDN'T EVEN LOOK HER IN THE EYE WHEN I OFFERED THE LOWER PRICE! But I had it on good authority she's been trying to unload this thing for awhile, so.....it was a business deal, right? She didn't have to take a lower price, right? And she didn't take my super low price, but we did strike a deal. And I felt guilty all the way to the car. Then I realized it doesn't collapse flat and therefore might count as a piece of luggage when we try to fly with it (ummm, hello! that's the reason I wanted this thing) and the guilt was pretty much over. Or not. Because I'm still talking about it. Moving on.
6. Have I told you? Wyatt now likes to turn his music on when we go into his room for a nap or for bedtime. He's been pretty into the little boombox* for months now, always looking at the speakers when it's on, but he thinks it's SO COOL when I let him push the button to make it start. And no, he can't really do it on his own so I help him but he's getting closer. He lacks the force it takes to actually push the button. Although today he started swatting at it more, so I think it'll be any day now. So fun to watch him figure things out.
7. *This reminds me, I meant to tell you this the other day! I took Jeff to the airport on Monday and then took some backroads through Naha on my way home. It was rush hour, so lots of people were out and I think I might have seen a Japanese breakdancing team! It was a group of about 7 guys, all dressed alike and the leader was carrying a huge boombox (aka ghetto blaster - I'm pretty sure that's not politically correct!) like I haven't seen since I was in junior high. And he was carrying it on his shoulder like he was the Fresh Prince or something. I was so hoping they would throw down some cardboard on the corner and show their moves, but no such luck.
8. Last thought for tonight: THIS is part of the reason I find solids challenging. The laundry! Any suggestions?
2. The Bracys got new bikes. They're hilarious. Ron spent at least 30 mintues this afternoon riding his bike up and down our little cul-de-sac while Millie, Wyatt and I were playing in the yard. I had to ask him, "new bike, Ron?" to which he replied, "yeah! only $18 at the BX!". Bargain, Ron. Bargain. But you know what's cute? He had obviously made the decision to purchase bikes without consulting Eva because he had her new bike and helmet waiting on the front walk for her and was SO EXCITED when she finally pulled onto our street to see him cruising. So off they went, still in their work clothes, around the block on their new bikes. And Lisa? Could you not feel me willing you home? I am so sad you missed this extravaganza :)
3. I'm totally biased, but my kid is getting cuter every day. When we're both on the floor playing, his new thing is to commando crawl to me and lay his head on my leg or try to crawl into my lap. Pretty much melts me every time. And he's really into yelling at Millie to get her attention. It's not working, but it's funny and he now laughs at her. She walks by, he laughs. She plays tug-of-war with me, he laughs. And the best is when I hold him out in front of me and we chase Millie around the house making her do 360s. Then he just cracks up! I love it.
4. My kid is also getting the hang of pushing up on all fours. He doesn't stay that way for too long, but he's definitely getting more consistent. And tonight he started leaning forward from sitting and landing on his tummy. Oh, and he also tried to stand up tonight. Again. It's still not working for him, but I find it a little alarming that he's so intent on being vertical. Fun times ahead, no?
5. I bought a Kelty backpack/stroller today from a girl who'd listed it in the classifieds and I low-balled her price. I do not feel good about this. She was super nice, the backpack is in good condition (she even had the paperwork it came with), she's my friend HAC's neighbor. I COULDN'T EVEN LOOK HER IN THE EYE WHEN I OFFERED THE LOWER PRICE! But I had it on good authority she's been trying to unload this thing for awhile, so.....it was a business deal, right? She didn't have to take a lower price, right? And she didn't take my super low price, but we did strike a deal. And I felt guilty all the way to the car. Then I realized it doesn't collapse flat and therefore might count as a piece of luggage when we try to fly with it (ummm, hello! that's the reason I wanted this thing) and the guilt was pretty much over. Or not. Because I'm still talking about it. Moving on.
6. Have I told you? Wyatt now likes to turn his music on when we go into his room for a nap or for bedtime. He's been pretty into the little boombox* for months now, always looking at the speakers when it's on, but he thinks it's SO COOL when I let him push the button to make it start. And no, he can't really do it on his own so I help him but he's getting closer. He lacks the force it takes to actually push the button. Although today he started swatting at it more, so I think it'll be any day now. So fun to watch him figure things out.
7. *This reminds me, I meant to tell you this the other day! I took Jeff to the airport on Monday and then took some backroads through Naha on my way home. It was rush hour, so lots of people were out and I think I might have seen a Japanese breakdancing team! It was a group of about 7 guys, all dressed alike and the leader was carrying a huge boombox (aka ghetto blaster - I'm pretty sure that's not politically correct!) like I haven't seen since I was in junior high. And he was carrying it on his shoulder like he was the Fresh Prince or something. I was so hoping they would throw down some cardboard on the corner and show their moves, but no such luck.
8. Last thought for tonight: THIS is part of the reason I find solids challenging. The laundry! Any suggestions?
Thursday, January 11, 2007
My God, He's a Genius OR Mmmm...Crow Tastes Yummy!
Well, apparently sweet Wyatt is a genius. Not only did he hear EVERYTHING Dr. Sucks-A-Lot said today, but he really took it to heart. I mean, he must have understood how distraught I was. Therefore, between 2 pm and 8 pm he consumed:
3 oz. formula + 5 minutes nursing
1/3 of a serving of sweet potatoes
15 minutes nursing
mashed baked beans off my dinner plate*
pureed peas and chicken from Isaac's dinner plate*
4 oz. formula
15 minutes nursing.
That's right, I'm eating crow right about now because apparently YES, my child has been hungry for approximately 6 months.
*No, we are no longer following the "introduce one new food every 4 days" rule. We have moved to triage mode where we offer anything the child thinks he wants. Turns out he has a more sophisticated palate than I gave him credit for and likes his food with flavor, hence the downing of my mashed baked beans. It was beautiful. He opened up like a little birdy over and over, just waiting for me to give him more beans. So then we (Lisa and Kristen witnessed tonight's miracle) offered the homemade pea/chicken combo to test the "he likes real food" theory.
And also, his little belly was SO full that I'm hoping he doesn't explode during the night :)
3 oz. formula + 5 minutes nursing
1/3 of a serving of sweet potatoes
15 minutes nursing
mashed baked beans off my dinner plate*
pureed peas and chicken from Isaac's dinner plate*
4 oz. formula
15 minutes nursing.
That's right, I'm eating crow right about now because apparently YES, my child has been hungry for approximately 6 months.
*No, we are no longer following the "introduce one new food every 4 days" rule. We have moved to triage mode where we offer anything the child thinks he wants. Turns out he has a more sophisticated palate than I gave him credit for and likes his food with flavor, hence the downing of my mashed baked beans. It was beautiful. He opened up like a little birdy over and over, just waiting for me to give him more beans. So then we (Lisa and Kristen witnessed tonight's miracle) offered the homemade pea/chicken combo to test the "he likes real food" theory.
And also, his little belly was SO full that I'm hoping he doesn't explode during the night :)
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Someone Needs A Stiff Drink - Long Rant Ahead!
Make Wyatt's a double. Calories, that is. Lisa, you'll want to stop reading here because this is only a continuation of the rant I started outside :)
Wyatt had his 6-month well-baby today and had to see Dr. Sucks-A-Lot (yes, he's been upgraded on the suck scale) because our favorite doctor had to go on emergency leave. I'm sure you know how happy this made me. I thought it would be no big deal; my boy's happy, healthy, normal, fun, etc. I WAS SO FREAKING WRONG!!!!!! Long story short: Dr. Sucks-A-Lot has labeled Wyatt as "failure to thrive" and uttered the following not-so-reassuring things during his brief exam of my kid: (this is where I make the short story long)
Dr. Sucks-A-Lot: When they lose weight, it worries us.
Me: He lost weight?!
Dr. S-A-L: Well, no, but he's dropping off the growth curve, so that's the same thing. So do you have any questions?
Me: Yes. He doesn't like cereal and I understand that is important for his iron intake. Do you think I need to be supplementing him since he's not eating cereal?
Dr. S-A-L: Well you're breastfeeding right? (doesn't wait for answer) I mean, you make more than enough iron for both of you.
Me: Really? Because the AAP suggests that exclusively breastfed babies start getting an iron supplement at 6 months unless they're eating cereal. Since the breastmilk doesn't contain enough iron anymore to provide everything the baby needs. And he's not getting formula and he won't eat cereal, so....
Dr. S-A-L: No, no, nah, no big deal. I mean, if we think it's a problem down the road we can look at giving him half a Flintstone vitamin in his food. We screen all babies for anemia at one year, so we'll just let it go.
Me: Really? We should just let it go that long? I mean, even if he keeps rejecting cereal?
Dr. S-A-L: Well, you do have a little guy, so if you want to give him half a Flintstone now, you can. Just mix it into his food.
Me: Oh, the food he's not eating? (polite laugh but really thinking you a**, are you listenting to a word I say?!)
Dr. S-A-L: Ha! Yeah, you can get him to take it. And you know they have linked anemia with lowered IQs, so it might be important.
EXCUSE ME?!?!?!!! Do you ever think before you speak? Or do you just really love the way you sound so much that you blather on like an idiot all the time? Do you realize you just did a 180 on this topic in approximately 30 seconds?
Dr. S-A-L: I want to see him again in a month, to make sure he's gaining weight.
Me: Okay. Thinking - hell no! You're not seeing my baby again, ever, if I have anything to do with it. I dislike you so much that I will go out of my way to take him to another clinic on another base if that's what it comes to!
Dr. S-A-L: So you need to spend the next month on project fatten up your baby. He might not be getting enough breastmilk; he might just be hungry all the time.
Me: Okay. Thinking - any suggestions, smart guy? I'm feeding him when he's hungry (including during the night), I'm offering formula at least twice a day that he won't take 90% of the time and he's still rejecting solids. Should I improvise some sort of feeding tube while he sleeps? Seriously. You're about as helpful as an anuerysm right now.
Dr. S-A-L: I hate to do this, but I'm labeling him as failure to thrive. I do that because it gets people's attention.
Me: Speechless. What on Earth can I possibly say to that?! What I want to say is "Hey, jacka**! In case you haven't noticed, I'm an informed, involved, caring parent. So if you think you need to do that on my account, don't bother. If you're doing it for your account, well, shouldn't you see his growth chart each time I come in and automatically know that's something to watch? Oh, that's right, I'm NEVER BRINGING MY CHILD TO YOU AGAIN! THIS IS NOT SOMETHING YOU SHOULD THROW AROUND SO LIGHTLY! If it's a serious topic, how about if you act serious? If it's not, how about if you don't "label" my child as anything?!"
The rational me knows this is neither here nor there - Wyatt shows no signs of being malnourished or of being behind the curve physically or mentally. He has a belly, he has chub on his thighs and for God's sake, he's been standing for 2 months now and can give kisses and high fives on command! He's never still, unless he's sleeping, and his father has the fastest metabolism this side of the Mississippi. Of course he's not a big ol' baby!
The irrational/worried mom in me thinks help! help! help!!! How do I make him fatten up? How can I force more calories down him? What do I do? How am I already failing my child? This sucks!! And why do things like this always happen when my husband is out of town?
Ahhh...feeling....better? Not really. Just feeling like now at least I've shared our predicament. Wish us luck on "project fatten up your baby".
I'd like to note that I spared you my rant about the service - or lack thereof - in the Peds clinic today. You know, the part where we were called back 30 minutes AFTER our appointment time despite me seeing & hearing Dr. Sucks-A-Lot and his staff screw around in the hallway, discuss their lunch options and stand in a group around a takeout menu. For serious. This guy SUCKS and I'm just trying to figure out where to file my official complaint so maybe it won't happen again.
And also? It would have been nice if Dr. Sucks-A-Lot would've done any of the other "screening" things expected at a 6-month appt. You know, like maybe asking if he babbles or can sit up on his own, checking to see if he can pass things back and forth in his hands. Whatever. Why bother?
Wyatt had his 6-month well-baby today and had to see Dr. Sucks-A-Lot (yes, he's been upgraded on the suck scale) because our favorite doctor had to go on emergency leave. I'm sure you know how happy this made me. I thought it would be no big deal; my boy's happy, healthy, normal, fun, etc. I WAS SO FREAKING WRONG!!!!!! Long story short: Dr. Sucks-A-Lot has labeled Wyatt as "failure to thrive" and uttered the following not-so-reassuring things during his brief exam of my kid: (this is where I make the short story long)
Dr. Sucks-A-Lot: When they lose weight, it worries us.
Me: He lost weight?!
Dr. S-A-L: Well, no, but he's dropping off the growth curve, so that's the same thing. So do you have any questions?
Me: Yes. He doesn't like cereal and I understand that is important for his iron intake. Do you think I need to be supplementing him since he's not eating cereal?
Dr. S-A-L: Well you're breastfeeding right? (doesn't wait for answer) I mean, you make more than enough iron for both of you.
Me: Really? Because the AAP suggests that exclusively breastfed babies start getting an iron supplement at 6 months unless they're eating cereal. Since the breastmilk doesn't contain enough iron anymore to provide everything the baby needs. And he's not getting formula and he won't eat cereal, so....
Dr. S-A-L: No, no, nah, no big deal. I mean, if we think it's a problem down the road we can look at giving him half a Flintstone vitamin in his food. We screen all babies for anemia at one year, so we'll just let it go.
Me: Really? We should just let it go that long? I mean, even if he keeps rejecting cereal?
Dr. S-A-L: Well, you do have a little guy, so if you want to give him half a Flintstone now, you can. Just mix it into his food.
Me: Oh, the food he's not eating? (polite laugh but really thinking you a**, are you listenting to a word I say?!)
Dr. S-A-L: Ha! Yeah, you can get him to take it. And you know they have linked anemia with lowered IQs, so it might be important.
EXCUSE ME?!?!?!!! Do you ever think before you speak? Or do you just really love the way you sound so much that you blather on like an idiot all the time? Do you realize you just did a 180 on this topic in approximately 30 seconds?
Dr. S-A-L: I want to see him again in a month, to make sure he's gaining weight.
Me: Okay. Thinking - hell no! You're not seeing my baby again, ever, if I have anything to do with it. I dislike you so much that I will go out of my way to take him to another clinic on another base if that's what it comes to!
Dr. S-A-L: So you need to spend the next month on project fatten up your baby. He might not be getting enough breastmilk; he might just be hungry all the time.
Me: Okay. Thinking - any suggestions, smart guy? I'm feeding him when he's hungry (including during the night), I'm offering formula at least twice a day that he won't take 90% of the time and he's still rejecting solids. Should I improvise some sort of feeding tube while he sleeps? Seriously. You're about as helpful as an anuerysm right now.
Dr. S-A-L: I hate to do this, but I'm labeling him as failure to thrive. I do that because it gets people's attention.
Me: Speechless. What on Earth can I possibly say to that?! What I want to say is "Hey, jacka**! In case you haven't noticed, I'm an informed, involved, caring parent. So if you think you need to do that on my account, don't bother. If you're doing it for your account, well, shouldn't you see his growth chart each time I come in and automatically know that's something to watch? Oh, that's right, I'm NEVER BRINGING MY CHILD TO YOU AGAIN! THIS IS NOT SOMETHING YOU SHOULD THROW AROUND SO LIGHTLY! If it's a serious topic, how about if you act serious? If it's not, how about if you don't "label" my child as anything?!"
The rational me knows this is neither here nor there - Wyatt shows no signs of being malnourished or of being behind the curve physically or mentally. He has a belly, he has chub on his thighs and for God's sake, he's been standing for 2 months now and can give kisses and high fives on command! He's never still, unless he's sleeping, and his father has the fastest metabolism this side of the Mississippi. Of course he's not a big ol' baby!
The irrational/worried mom in me thinks help! help! help!!! How do I make him fatten up? How can I force more calories down him? What do I do? How am I already failing my child? This sucks!! And why do things like this always happen when my husband is out of town?
Ahhh...feeling....better? Not really. Just feeling like now at least I've shared our predicament. Wish us luck on "project fatten up your baby".
I'd like to note that I spared you my rant about the service - or lack thereof - in the Peds clinic today. You know, the part where we were called back 30 minutes AFTER our appointment time despite me seeing & hearing Dr. Sucks-A-Lot and his staff screw around in the hallway, discuss their lunch options and stand in a group around a takeout menu. For serious. This guy SUCKS and I'm just trying to figure out where to file my official complaint so maybe it won't happen again.
And also? It would have been nice if Dr. Sucks-A-Lot would've done any of the other "screening" things expected at a 6-month appt. You know, like maybe asking if he babbles or can sit up on his own, checking to see if he can pass things back and forth in his hands. Whatever. Why bother?
You Know What They Say
All's well that ends well, right? I guess. My day turned out okay. I know you were on the edge of your seat with anticipation after this morning's events. Go ahead, relax.
Wyatt is the barometer (instigator?)of my days and his late afternoon excellent mood meant today ended on a good note. Hightlights: today he chose to acutally EAT some bananas before he started crying; figured out how to drink from his new sippy cup (although he apparently doesn't care for the taste of water); he also all-out laughed at Millie - who cares that it was because Millie was choking - and played with his cool new leapfrog music table...with his feet! I took video that is, quite honestly, fairly funny but I lack the time and the patience to upload it right now. Maybe later.
For now, how about a couple pictures to sate your need to see my adorable offspring. Hmmm....I'm not feeling too humble tonight, am I?
The picture on the right is from this morning and is especially for Grandma Rock since she gave Wyatt these super cuddly, awesomely soft pajamas. They just make me want to SQUEEZE him. And please, take note of his kickin' bedhead.
The photo below shows him in the midst of his late afternoon lollapalooza on his blanket. Check out his banana/slobber covered shirt and the hand that is a blur. He's all action, all the time.
The longing look toward Millie. I like how she just pretends she can't feel him staring her down!
Wyatt is the barometer (instigator?)of my days and his late afternoon excellent mood meant today ended on a good note. Hightlights: today he chose to acutally EAT some bananas before he started crying; figured out how to drink from his new sippy cup (although he apparently doesn't care for the taste of water); he also all-out laughed at Millie - who cares that it was because Millie was choking - and played with his cool new leapfrog music table...with his feet! I took video that is, quite honestly, fairly funny but I lack the time and the patience to upload it right now. Maybe later.
For now, how about a couple pictures to sate your need to see my adorable offspring. Hmmm....I'm not feeling too humble tonight, am I?
The picture on the right is from this morning and is especially for Grandma Rock since she gave Wyatt these super cuddly, awesomely soft pajamas. They just make me want to SQUEEZE him. And please, take note of his kickin' bedhead.
The photo below shows him in the midst of his late afternoon lollapalooza on his blanket. Check out his banana/slobber covered shirt and the hand that is a blur. He's all action, all the time.
The longing look toward Millie. I like how she just pretends she can't feel him staring her down!
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
I Request a Do-Over, Please
Ever have those days that you wish you could just take back and start over? Well, today is kind of one of them. It's not THAT bad, I guess, just not smooth sailing. Why, you ask? Well, it's like this: I woke up with a headache (never good) and decided a little Starbucks might make me feel better. I didn't want to go alone, so I recruited Lisa and Nathan to go, too. Off we go to the new Starbucks (quite nice, by the way. Lots of room inside, even a few couches and armchairs!) where the following occurs: first, Nathan dumps his grahams onto said armchair, so we move to the standard tables where I, being the slick girl that I am, proceed to knock my coffee off the table onto the floor.
***Bright spot: I didn't spill it all over Lisa, but it was close***
The very loud clatter (it was my refillable bat mug, of course) brings the nice Starbucks man Japanese-scurrying around the corner so I ask him if I can get a rag. Only I definitely don't know how to say, "hey nice Japanese man, can I get a rag to clean this up?" in Japanese, so I use my impeccable pointy-talky instead. He hands me a rag but also gestures something that I don't understand. It translated as, "don't use our kitchen rag on the floor; I'll bring a mop instead" so then the nice Starbucks man is mopping at our feet.
Meanwhile, Wyatt has squirmed out of his carseat (where I lovingly placed him without strapping him in so that I could go get the rag) so Lisa retreived him. Nathan used that moment of distraction to help himself to Lisa's hot caramel macchiato. Thank goodness he really just poured it onto his cheek and down his shirt and that it wasn't that hot anymore, but seriously! Can you say "fiasco"?! 'Cause that was us. Shortly thereafter we departed because I think both boys and all the Japanese seeking a peaceful morning coffee had had quite enough, thank you.
Wyatt was acting really tired when we got home so I put him down for a nap. He informed me he wasn't quite ready to nap by screaming bloody murder. So I went in and got him, we played for a while, I tried again a half-hour later thinking that he would definitely be tired by now. Plus, it's now late enough that I've probably put his afternoon nap in jeopardy. Oh no, he's still not ready to sleep. Now I get to listen to him scream bloody murder AGAIN! Lucky me. And that headache? It's still with me despite my latte and 3 advil. Oh well.
It sounds as though the little man has succumbed to sleepyland while I've been typing so I think I'll take a little snooze myself. Maybe when we wake up we can get restart our day with a better attitude :)
***Bright spot: I didn't spill it all over Lisa, but it was close***
The very loud clatter (it was my refillable bat mug, of course) brings the nice Starbucks man Japanese-scurrying around the corner so I ask him if I can get a rag. Only I definitely don't know how to say, "hey nice Japanese man, can I get a rag to clean this up?" in Japanese, so I use my impeccable pointy-talky instead. He hands me a rag but also gestures something that I don't understand. It translated as, "don't use our kitchen rag on the floor; I'll bring a mop instead" so then the nice Starbucks man is mopping at our feet.
Meanwhile, Wyatt has squirmed out of his carseat (where I lovingly placed him without strapping him in so that I could go get the rag) so Lisa retreived him. Nathan used that moment of distraction to help himself to Lisa's hot caramel macchiato. Thank goodness he really just poured it onto his cheek and down his shirt and that it wasn't that hot anymore, but seriously! Can you say "fiasco"?! 'Cause that was us. Shortly thereafter we departed because I think both boys and all the Japanese seeking a peaceful morning coffee had had quite enough, thank you.
Wyatt was acting really tired when we got home so I put him down for a nap. He informed me he wasn't quite ready to nap by screaming bloody murder. So I went in and got him, we played for a while, I tried again a half-hour later thinking that he would definitely be tired by now. Plus, it's now late enough that I've probably put his afternoon nap in jeopardy. Oh no, he's still not ready to sleep. Now I get to listen to him scream bloody murder AGAIN! Lucky me. And that headache? It's still with me despite my latte and 3 advil. Oh well.
It sounds as though the little man has succumbed to sleepyland while I've been typing so I think I'll take a little snooze myself. Maybe when we wake up we can get restart our day with a better attitude :)
Monday, January 08, 2007
Oh So Tired
Wyatt likes to play in his crib before he actually falls asleep. His activities seem to range from playing with his little stuffed animal to wrestling with his little blanket. He often pulls on the toys at each end of his crib and gets them to play their music, too. I think he fell asleep mid-play today because this was the sight that greeted me when I went to check on him:
My Name is Wyatt...
...and I'm getting funnier every day. My favorite things right now:
1. Millie. I look for her as soon as I get up in the morning and will practically launch myself out of Mom's arms to get closer to her. She doesn't seem to be so enamored with me, but just give her time. I'll make her like me yet!
2. Solids. Okay, not really. My mom gave me bananas last night and I didn't react like she thought I would. I ate them but I think I like sweet potatoes better! Mom says my dad loves bananas and that I'll come around. We'll see. She also said those store-bought bananas are a little more tangy than fresh bananas and that I might like homemade banana baby food better. Whatever tangy is...
3. Rolling. I love to roll. I roll everywhere I want to go. And then sometimes I cap it off with a commando crawl to grab what I'm after. Except Millie. She keeps moving away from me.
4. Slurping on my bottom lip. Mom & Dad keep laughing at me when I do this but I don't know why. It's totally fun to slurp your bottom lip - and now I'm so good at it that I've started slurping my slobber in and out. Mom said it's gross and that girls won't like it but Dad just laughed and said, "who cares?"
5. Me. I think I'm pretty cool and Mom lets me check myself out in the mirror. Like last night, before bed, she stood me up facing her after she put me in my pajamas but I just whipped myself right around so I could have some quality mirror time before I went to sleep. And then Mom videoed me - check me out!
1. Millie. I look for her as soon as I get up in the morning and will practically launch myself out of Mom's arms to get closer to her. She doesn't seem to be so enamored with me, but just give her time. I'll make her like me yet!
2. Solids. Okay, not really. My mom gave me bananas last night and I didn't react like she thought I would. I ate them but I think I like sweet potatoes better! Mom says my dad loves bananas and that I'll come around. We'll see. She also said those store-bought bananas are a little more tangy than fresh bananas and that I might like homemade banana baby food better. Whatever tangy is...
3. Rolling. I love to roll. I roll everywhere I want to go. And then sometimes I cap it off with a commando crawl to grab what I'm after. Except Millie. She keeps moving away from me.
4. Slurping on my bottom lip. Mom & Dad keep laughing at me when I do this but I don't know why. It's totally fun to slurp your bottom lip - and now I'm so good at it that I've started slurping my slobber in and out. Mom said it's gross and that girls won't like it but Dad just laughed and said, "who cares?"
5. Me. I think I'm pretty cool and Mom lets me check myself out in the mirror. Like last night, before bed, she stood me up facing her after she put me in my pajamas but I just whipped myself right around so I could have some quality mirror time before I went to sleep. And then Mom videoed me - check me out!
Friday, January 05, 2007
Creepy
Jeff has just sacked out on the floor next to me and he's sleeping with his eyes open. They're not totally open, but just a little. And it's creepy. And I wanted to share.
Should Have Known
Let's look at the facts:
1. I have a serious sweet tooth.
2. My kid is no dummy.
3. Okinawa is famous for sweet potatoes.
Get it? That's right! I should have known that Wyatt would go for the sweet potatoes. We've had our first successful solid feeding event. Granted, he could've been a master's project for someone studying spray patterns because he felt the need to work each bite of sweet potatoes around in his mouth, and there was one good Wyatt raspberry that immediately followed the insertion of a spoonful, but in all, it was highly successful! So what if I had to stain stick his shirt, pants and socks as well as my sleeve? Tomorrow we will have more sweet potatoes! Hopefully I'll get a picture :)
1. I have a serious sweet tooth.
2. My kid is no dummy.
3. Okinawa is famous for sweet potatoes.
Get it? That's right! I should have known that Wyatt would go for the sweet potatoes. We've had our first successful solid feeding event. Granted, he could've been a master's project for someone studying spray patterns because he felt the need to work each bite of sweet potatoes around in his mouth, and there was one good Wyatt raspberry that immediately followed the insertion of a spoonful, but in all, it was highly successful! So what if I had to stain stick his shirt, pants and socks as well as my sleeve? Tomorrow we will have more sweet potatoes! Hopefully I'll get a picture :)
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
What is it that I do?
I always have this question when I get back from a trip. The longer the trip, the longer it takes me to figure out the answer. It's like I have a complete brain-dump of my normal daily activities so I have to learn all over again. I'm getting it figured out, though. It turns out I play with Wyatt (always wondering if what we're doing is helping his little brain develop at all), do laundry, clean, cook and go to the commissary. I mean, we've only been home 5 days and I've already been twice - and they were closed for two days! I think I still need to figure out how to work in some more meaningful activities or something. Then again, maybe I should just concentrate on decluttering the guest room since that bed became our dumping ground for all the miscellaneous stuff we stuck in our bags. And maybe I should make an attempt at catching up on all the statements, bills, paperwork, etc. that piled up while we were gone. Plus I haven't even unwrapped my new iPod, despite the fact that AFN radio nearly made me batty yesterday while I was in the car for all of 30 minutes. So much to do! So little organization to my day to make me do it :)
In a little Wyatt update for all you relatives who are curious, the quest to have him eat solids is a challenging quest indeed. So far we've tried squash and green beans, both of which were met with unpleasant reactions. So unpleasant, in fact, that all but one eating session has ended with him gagging. The one that didn't end in gagging actually ended with screaming. So it's going pretty well. He's also starting to push up on all fours but inevitably face-plants and starts crying. It's not exactly positive reinforcement. We'll keep practicing both the eating and the crawling; I'm sure he'll get them both mastered before he goes to kindergarten.
In a little Wyatt update for all you relatives who are curious, the quest to have him eat solids is a challenging quest indeed. So far we've tried squash and green beans, both of which were met with unpleasant reactions. So unpleasant, in fact, that all but one eating session has ended with him gagging. The one that didn't end in gagging actually ended with screaming. So it's going pretty well. He's also starting to push up on all fours but inevitably face-plants and starts crying. It's not exactly positive reinforcement. We'll keep practicing both the eating and the crawling; I'm sure he'll get them both mastered before he goes to kindergarten.
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