A Bit of Cyn

It’s been a busy day around here as far as doctor’s are concerned.

Drew had his 15 month WBC today. Here are his stats:

Weight: 26.2 lbs. (75%)
Height: 31.5 in. (60%)
Head: 90% — where is has always been!

He’s slimming down a ton. He was in the 100+% at his 12 month for weight! We received a referal to an ENT to discuss the possibility of doing tubes for his ears. He has a cold now, with fluid in his ears, but they are not currently infected. (Let’s hope they stay that way!)

Then, this evening we had an unexpected trip to the doctor. I was home alone with both kids. They were chasing each other, playing, while I was on the phone with a neighbor. All of a sudden Sophia screams and cries that I’m-in-pain cry. I hang up immediately to see what happened. I get to her and there is blood all over her and the floor.

I try to stay as calm as possible while trying to figure out what to do. Drew is trying to get in the middle of everything, and I’m trying to calm Sophia. I called my neighbor again and asked if she could come help. (She’s a nurse.) I did get pressure on it and held her a bit, but that’s all I did.

She showed up and thought it looked superficial. She offered to take Drew to their house while I cleaned Sophia up. I brought her up to the bathroom and put her in the tub. Ron then got home. We cleaned her up and looked at the actual cut. It looked a bit worse than we thought. We brought her back to the neighbors house and had her look at it again. She thought it probably needed a stitch or two.

So, Ron and Sophia are at the ER as I write this. Not sure what the doctor there said, but it was quite a freaky experience for me. I honestly have never seen that much blood in real life. I’m just so glad that she was in a good mood after the bath.

I think I’ve had enough doctors for a while…

ETA: She got one stitch. My first experience with stitches!

This post will consist of a bunch of short stories that I want to be sure ot remember later…

We’re working on weaning Drew. He’s not happy about it, but it’s time for me. (And at this point, I’m only cutting out one of the three sessions, the morning one.) He woke up at 6:30 am this morning and I brought him into our bedroom. We were laying on our bed when he starts fussing because he wants to nurse. I just cuddle him, and he gets mad.

He crawls off our bed and runs to his room, falls on the floor, takes his pacifier out, and starts screaming. See, we usually nurse laying down on the floor in his bedroom. So he was trying to tell me, “Mom, let’s nurse! I WANT to nurse. NOW!” Poor guy. But as soon as I brought him downstairs and gave him food, he was his happy self again.

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Sophia can pedal her tricycle! I’m so excited by this, and that seems silly, but I am. I’ve been hoping/wanting her to learn this summer but she never really showed an interest. So, despite MY desire to have her do it, I let it go. After all, if she’s not into it then why push? Well, she decided to get on her trike yesterday and much to my surprise, pedalled! She has some problems if there’s an incline but she’ll figure that out. So proud of my little girl!! (Or should I say, big girl?!)

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We signed Sophia up for dance classes yesterday. She’ll be doing a combo class of tap and ballet. We bought her tap and ballet shoes (used so they were cheaper and in great shape!). She’s so excited. She even asked to bring her ballet shoes to daycare today. I can’t wait to see her in class. I hope she enjoys it as much as she thinks (and as much as I hope).

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Drew is transitioning to Toddlers at daycare. I’m so excited for him. I know he’ll have a blast. He’ll get to do crafts, go outside, and have the opportunity to really do more creative/independent activities. I know he’ll love it. His infant class teachers keep saying he is so bored in infants and he’s more than ready to move up.

But me? I’m not sure I’m ready. Yes, it is less expensive and I love that. But he’s my BABY! My last baby. I’m not sure I’m ready for him to move to toddlers. But I suppose he doesn’t really care if I’m ready. Wahhh! Okay, time to move on.

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Ron is schedule for the big “V” day Sept. 1. This is the second time he’s had it scheduled. The first time, I just wasn’t ready to say I was done. This time, I am. Looking realistically at life I am able to say I think three would push me over my sanity level. My patience runs thin with just the two, and that’s with them in daycare 3 days a week. I just don’t think I’m cut out for more kids.

But, I’ve been mourning the idea that I will not be pregnant again. I will not feel another life growing inside of me. I won’t feel that anxiety and excitement of wondering when it’ll happen, what sex will it be, who will it look like, what will it be like. All of those fun, exciting moments of pregnancy. I will miss it. But I know it’s not worth having a pregnancy for just those reasons. After all, it IS a life that I’ll be affecting. So, the big day is scheduled and I’m ready to say I’m ready.

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So that’s my little update on my little life. Drew has his 15 month appt. on Friday and I’m sure I’ll update after that.

That’s the new word for Drew. I’ve been thinking that’s what he was saying for a few days, but was never really sure. But today on our walk, he kept waving and saying “Hi!” to everyone. Of course, it sounds more like “Hi-ya” but still. Yay for new words!

Oh, and he’s really taken a liking to cars. He’ll crawl on the floor pushing them and making sounds like he’s trying to imitate a car, but he doesn’t really know what they sound like. (Okay, not even sure how to explain it, but it’s cute. You’ll have to trust me on this one.)

Phia and I did some girl bonding last night. Ron came home with a migraine and went to bed at 6 pm. I gave both kids a bath and put Drew down for the night at 7:15 pm. That left Phia and I alone. Normally, this would have freaked me out. She and I have not been getting along lately. I get stressed, she reacts and acts out, and I get more frazzled.

Last night was not like that. We colored together. In her Princess coloring book. It was cute. She’d tell me what to color, and what color to use. Fine by me. Then she watched So You Think You Can Dance with me. She saw Heidi and Travis doing the Waltz and stared at the TV. She exclaimed, “Momma, look! It’s Cinderella dancing with her Daddy!” (Yes, she thinks the Prince is Cinderella’s Daddy.) She then started imitating the dancing, saying she was Cinderella. So cute! (And did I mention we’re putting her in dance this fall? I think/hope she’ll love it. It’s tap and ballet.)

When the show was over, I took her up to bed. We read a couple stories from her “Special Book,” then I sang her a song. Not just any song. The song I’ve been singing her since she was a newborn. The song my mom sang to me when I was a newborn. And, she asked me to “hold her like a baby” while I sang it to her. Melt my heart… I love that girl to death, even when I feel so stressed by the challenges of parenting her.

In other Phia-isms…

She went to dinner with my parents last night. When I told her Grandma and Poppa were going to pick her up and take her out, she got this big smile on her face. She looked at me, quite seriously, and said, “I really like your parents!” Such a smart little girl.

What a terrific idea started by The Pajama Mama (http://thepajamamama.com). (Sorry, not sure how to do links. Yikes!) Here’s what she says:

“We’re so quick to point fingers, place blame and criticize the people in our lives. It’s easier to point out a fault than it is to praise a strength. It’s easier to mention something that needs to be done better than it is to acknowledge something that’s been done well.

Therefore, I christen today (and the next few days) “Bloggin’ Good Blogger Days” in the blogging community. Your mission, shall you choose to accept it (and you will), is to go to as many blogs as you can and point out at least one good thing about the author of that blog. Do your best to give them a warm fuzzy feeling. Show your appreciation, admiration or plain old joy.

Tell them why something they did touched you, why a choice they made shows the true fabric of their moral being. Just go BE NICE to every blogger who’s blog you read today. And don’t be shy, either!!

Plus, post an entry similar to this one on YOUR blog and ask people to leave warm fuzzies in your comments. Spread the love, people!

Maybe if we take a week to engage in warm fuzzies, they will become a more permanent part of our daily lives, both on and off the computer.

In review:

1. Leave me a warm fuzzy in my comments.

2. Post a similar entry (or copy and paste this one, giving credit) on your own blog.

3. Leave a warm fuzzy on every blog you visit today.

4. Sit back, read your own warm fuzzies and feel, well, warm and fuzzy!

Enjoy!”

So, got a warm fuzzy for me? I’d love to hear it. I’ll be stopping by my Blog Roll to post warm fuzzies as well. (If I can without having to sign my life away during registration.)