So we survived our first playdate at our house. We hosted the first annual playgroup Mardi Gras party. It was fun- the kids made masks and we ate food and corralled kids for a couple of hours. V was slightly confused about all the kiddos playing in her house with her toys, but she made her peace quickly and had a grand time. She LOVES mardi gras beads and her Bobbie sent her and her little sister some new ones for this year's festivities. Of course, V commandeered both pair and promptly tangled them up together. She played hard and ate at her little table with her friends. She is now, 4 hours later, passed out in her crib. She now sleeps on a pillow like an adult and uses a bigger blanket. I'm afraid our days in the crib will soon come to an end, as a sad signal that she's starting to become a kid instead of a baby or toddler. It's funny which things make us sad and we dread and which we embrace fully with so much joy, because we've been waiting for them. I was sad with V's first haircut, but looking back I should be glad she finally had enough hair to cut at all. Little C, quite obviously, will not have this same problem. She is quite a sickly little girl, and anyone who talks to me on a regular basis knows I'm getting frustrated with the medical care she's receiving. Now, I know I could take her to another ped, but it's just hard to diagnose something when you can't ask the patient how they feel or what exactly her choking fits feel like. I'm sure she would tell us they hurt and are terrifying, and I'm pretty sure she'd say she's having trouble breathing at least 50% of the time. I have an appt. with a specialist, but likely will hear the same things I've already heard. I just want to get it fixed, whatever it is. She's not really gaining weight, but she is the sweetest little baby! On a lighter note, I have a new niece! I guess we're good breeders in my family, although we now have 4 girls in just over 2 years (2 years and 4 days to be exact). It's okay though- they're what we know. My poor dad though- he has to want a grandson at some point. He's always been such a sport about it, but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind a grandson to jet ski or play ice hockey on a frozen pond with. We'll see what happens. Give me a couple of years....
A Rare Tribute to my Husband...
Monday, February 16, 2009
I know it's been a LONG time since I've written a decent post. We've been sick. Not just colds, but really, really sick. Little C still happens to be sick and has to go get a barium test done tomorrow morning. Anyways, valentine's day was over the weekend. We don't really celebrate it around here, for whatever reason. My husband is many things, wonderful and supremely great things, but thoughtful he is not. I don't often thank him or rave about the great things he is or does, but this post is specifically for that reason. So, in honor of valentine's day and my husband, here's a list of 20 great and wonderful things about J.
1. He always (okay, almost always) takes out the trash without me asking him to do it. This is important b/c I HATE taking garbage out, but somehow manage to fill the trashcan at least once a day.
2. He bathes V every night so I only have to clean Little C. I don't think either of us understood how much our time was going to be monopolized with the addition of C-note (as he calls her). This makes my day seem less overwhelming.
3. He plays with V. I can remember playing with my dad as a kid, so this one is important to me. She loves it and it makes me smile and remember being a kid.
4. When I was VERY pregnant with V and working all day he made me grilled cheese sandwiches as I was laying on the couch giving him directions. The first one was burnt and the second one the cheese hadn't melted but I didn't care. They were great and just what I wanted.
5. He lets his scruff grow out just because I like it. He even takes flack from his mom, sister, and our niece for it- just for me.
6. He would rather I bought things for myself or the girls than go out and buy himself anything.
7. He lets me pick things out and only tells me he doesn't like it after I realize it's ugly (generally after I've already bought it and had it for a short period of time).
8. He didn't want to have a big deal of a wedding (for reasons we shan't discuss), but did anyway b/c I wanted it.
9. He changed jobs from one he loved to one he "kind of was okay with" so I could stay home with the girls.
10. He lets me waffle back and forth on whether or not I want to work or stay at home, and rarely interjects logic into the equation.
11. He picked out my engagement ring himself, and it is completely and perfectly suited to me. It is the most beautiful thing I've ever owned. I love it dearly, and of course will love it even more when I get a 2 carat diamond for putting up with him for 5 years (or 10- depending on who wins the fight).
12. He doesn't fight back. Anyone who knows me, is well aware of my combativeness. I am truly an instigator and am always up for a sparring match at the drop of a hat. J is adept at just stopping or diffusing the situation. I like to think that this is why I am starting to be a more mature and patient adult.
13. He has an awesome family. Nobody could compare or replace my own family, but J's family is great. I love them all dearly.
14. He is a fountain of useless, random knowledge. I think I could mention any movie and he could tell me who starred, when it came out, and a quote from it.
15. He finally cleaned out his closet recently and decided to get rid of some clothes he has had since before high school. I have to admit that I have a t-shirt that I got in high school and love it dearly, but J has tons!
16. He rarely complains about the fact that I make him eat things I like almost every night of the week, generally involving bland, starchy, or mushroomy elements.
17. He scratches my back. Not as good as when my mom would do it when I was younger, but hey, he humors me.
18. He lets me decide where we're going to eat when we eat out. We try and only eat out once a week, so this is a biggie for us.
19. He let me pick out our house. J would have been happier in a newer neighborhood, but I wanted something with character and trees. We kind of met in the middle, but ultimately it was my decision to make.
20. He puts up with my mood swings, of which there are many. It also appears that at least one of our offspring has inherited this wonderful trait.
and a bonus...he has great genes. I mean, really, look at my beautiful girls!
Under Quarantine
Monday, February 9, 2009
We've been sick. Croupy, gross, coughing and snot-rocket sick. V puked at school on Tuesday and was wheezing so they had me come get her. She's been home with me since then, under a regimen of steroids, albuterol, and baby motrin. I started to feel bad around Wednesday night, and now Little C is having some snot issues and getting pretty fussy. Such a joy. J asked me for Sudafed in the middle of the night, so I think he's been infected with our germs too. We did manage to go looking at baby stuff yesterday and we went to lunch on Saturday. I'm pretty sure V can go back to school tomorrow- thank God. I love her dearly but she's such a busy child. She needs something other than me- I guess I"m just too boring for her. Anyways, the weather here is beautiful-the positives of a tropical climate. I need to take the girls to the zoo this week, as I love it as much or more than they do. Well, I'm posting a couple of pictures so everyone will believe that my girls are growing. I'm also posting a picture of my "diaper station" that J organized for me last weekend in a moment of boredom. Anyone who knows me is aware of my clutter issue and the impulse I constantly have to organize and pick up. This is J's contribution to that. How great is it? Hope everyone is doing well!
