Dear Noah,
Noah, you have always been a kicker. Even when I was pregnant with you, you were kicking. And kicking hard. One time you kicked so hard that my shirt moved.
You are still kicking. Mama Jane says that you "ride a bike" all day. Ya-ya says that your legs are "always just a-going". I say that you are "running a race". However you put it, your legs can't seem to stay still.
There will be many times in the future that you will copy Layla, but for now, she is copying you. She has learned to splash and kick from watching you in the bathtub. When both of you get going, I call it a foot fight. It's kinda like the game Hungry, Hungry Hippos but with warm, soapy bath water where I need a poncho like they give to the people on the front row of the Shamu show.
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
You Gotta Fight. . .
Dear Noah,
I like to keep things light and fun here in Blogland, but it's time to get a little serious. . .
You woke up Sunday morning with nasty goop coming out of your eyes. No fever. No other symptoms. Just goopy eyes. We thought it was just a cold. No biggie. And definitely not pink eye.
Your eyes got worse on Monday at daycare. When I picked you up and saw your crusty eyes, I knew I needed to call the doctor. I described your eyes to the nurse, she said it sounded like pink eye, and called in eye drops to our pharmacy.
The more I thought about things, the more uncomfortable I got. It just didn't seem right to give my 5 month old baby medicine without having been seen by a doctor. I also had a feeling that something else might also be wrong since you had two restless nights. So, I called the doctor back to make an appointment.
The nurse that answered my call didn't seem to agree with me. She didn't see any need for you to be seen, especially that night. She even told me that I should just wait until the morning.
That whole conversation really pissed me off!! Your health and well-being was my number one priority. All I wanted was for a medical professional (nurse, doctor, physician's assistant, whatever) to see you so, why did she give me such a hard time? Why did she smirk when I told her that I wanted you to be seen before giving you medicine?? WHY???
Even though it turned out that you did have pink eye, I was super glad that I fought to get you into that doctor's office. You also had an ear infection.
Love,
Mommy
These pictures were taken Tuesday afternoon. It's amazing the difference eye drops and a little amoxicillin can do for a sick little guy!
I like to keep things light and fun here in Blogland, but it's time to get a little serious. . .
You woke up Sunday morning with nasty goop coming out of your eyes. No fever. No other symptoms. Just goopy eyes. We thought it was just a cold. No biggie. And definitely not pink eye.
Your eyes got worse on Monday at daycare. When I picked you up and saw your crusty eyes, I knew I needed to call the doctor. I described your eyes to the nurse, she said it sounded like pink eye, and called in eye drops to our pharmacy.
The more I thought about things, the more uncomfortable I got. It just didn't seem right to give my 5 month old baby medicine without having been seen by a doctor. I also had a feeling that something else might also be wrong since you had two restless nights. So, I called the doctor back to make an appointment.
The nurse that answered my call didn't seem to agree with me. She didn't see any need for you to be seen, especially that night. She even told me that I should just wait until the morning.
That whole conversation really pissed me off!! Your health and well-being was my number one priority. All I wanted was for a medical professional (nurse, doctor, physician's assistant, whatever) to see you so, why did she give me such a hard time? Why did she smirk when I told her that I wanted you to be seen before giving you medicine?? WHY???
Even though it turned out that you did have pink eye, I was super glad that I fought to get you into that doctor's office. You also had an ear infection.
Love,
Mommy
These pictures were taken Tuesday afternoon. It's amazing the difference eye drops and a little amoxicillin can do for a sick little guy!
Dishwasher Cleaner-Outer
Dear Layla,
I know it's not a real word, but you are a great dishwasher cleaner-outer.
I have always considered unloading the dishwasher as a one-person job. Boy was I wrong! You love to help! You love to take the clean item off of the rack, hand it to me, and watch as I put it away. Your favorite part is closing the dishwasher door. You've been doing that for months now.
It might take me twice as long to empty the dishwasher, but it's worth it!
Love,
Mommy
I know it's not a real word, but you are a great dishwasher cleaner-outer.
I have always considered unloading the dishwasher as a one-person job. Boy was I wrong! You love to help! You love to take the clean item off of the rack, hand it to me, and watch as I put it away. Your favorite part is closing the dishwasher door. You've been doing that for months now.
It might take me twice as long to empty the dishwasher, but it's worth it!
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Self-Esteem
Dear Layla,
"I Like Myself" is a song that I teach my First graders at school. The lyrics are:
I like myself (clap, clap, clap, clap)
I like myself (clap, clap, clap, clap)
I like my hair (pretend to flip your hair over your shoulder)
I like my chin (touch your chin)
I like my skin I'm all wrapped in (give yourself a hug)
"I Like Myself" is a song that I teach my First graders at school. The lyrics are:
I like myself (clap, clap, clap, clap)
I like myself (clap, clap, clap, clap)
I like my hair (pretend to flip your hair over your shoulder)
I like my chin (touch your chin)
I like my skin I'm all wrapped in (give yourself a hug)
I like myself (clap, clap, clap, clap)
I like myself (clap, clap, clap, clap)
It's been stuck in my head lately, so you've heard it quite a few times during bath time. Sometimes you listen and smile, other times you completely ignore me and do your own thing. Tonight you proved that you are starting to learn the song when you would hug yourself when I said, "I like myself".
It's so much fun to watch you learn and even more miraculous when I am able to capture it on video. There's even a little "bonus" footage of you trying to put your shoe on and giving yourself applause.
It's really too bad that everyone can't have such high self-esteem like you do.
Love,
Mommy
Gettin' Dizzy With It
Dear Layla,
Sometimes you play so quietly and intensely that it kinda freaks me out. The house seems too quiet then nervous feelings rush through me and I think, "Where is she and what kind of mess is she making?"
Just the other day I found you sitting in the corner of the living room "reading" books. There must have been ten books all around you. You sat there for at least 30 minutes just looking at the pictures, turning the pages back and forth, and talking to the characters. It was very cute.
And then there are times like in this video. Wow! You make us laugh!
Love,
Mommy
P.S. - Just ignore the fart conversation at the end. I could have edited that part out, but it's true: Calvin is a very gassy dog. There's no need to ignore the truth.
Sometimes you play so quietly and intensely that it kinda freaks me out. The house seems too quiet then nervous feelings rush through me and I think, "Where is she and what kind of mess is she making?"
Just the other day I found you sitting in the corner of the living room "reading" books. There must have been ten books all around you. You sat there for at least 30 minutes just looking at the pictures, turning the pages back and forth, and talking to the characters. It was very cute.
And then there are times like in this video. Wow! You make us laugh!
Love,
Mommy
P.S. - Just ignore the fart conversation at the end. I could have edited that part out, but it's true: Calvin is a very gassy dog. There's no need to ignore the truth.
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