Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
It blew puffs of vapor at June while Michael tried to distract her with books. It didn't help her enough to justify us doing the treatment at home, so at this point time is the prescription.
There's not much else to be done but wait it out. We hope the worst has passed with this particular strain and she'll be back on the path of not-coughing-til-you-puke soon. And the path of sleeping through the night again.
In other news, June showed the doctor all of her new moves, including waving enthusiastically and walking all around the office. Upon seeing it, Doc exclaimed, "You're a toddler now!" When Michael relayed this news to me, I managed to keep my tears inside until later when I was feeding June while that "You'll Be in My Heart" song played in the background on Pandora. Then I didn't try to keep them inside anymore.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Still, I gave them to June with confidence because she loved the little bites of flapjack she got the other day at a restaurant.
Not a hit.
She was not interested in the pancakes. Maybe I'll have better luck with Easter Eggs Benedict?
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
- Go at a time when you think there will be a small group. Smaller group means more attempts on the bar!
- Wear tight-fitting clothes that end above or around the ankle. Some of the others were complaining that their yoga pants were getting caught up when they were trying to pull their legs over the bar.
- A certain amount of athleticism is great because it certainly does take some muscle. However, it doesn't require you to be completely in shape. I'm not! I said something in the beginning about not having much upper body strength. The instructor said that you rely much more on momentum than upper body strength. Plus, you can always sit a round or two out to conserve energy!
- Do not eat a big meal beforehand!
- Go with a friend! Preferably one with great photo-taking skills and timing. Michael is available for rent.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
This post is over a week late – her 11 month pictures were taken over a week late – but I wanted to include it. The last monthly picture before the big birthday!
June can say: Mama, Dada, Papa, book (“booh”), hi (always while waving), more (“mooh” – while doing her interpretation of the sign for ‘more’) and her most recent addition, “Puppy.” On Sunday my mom came over to babysit and she brought Einstein along. June loves dogs and we always refer to them as 'puppies' to her. Well she was sitting in her seat at the table, looking over the edge at Einstein and we said something like, “Do you see the puppy?” She pointed at him and clearly said, “Puh-pee.” Michael, Mom and I stared at each other for a minute before erupting into applause! It was so funny.
She waves and says “Hi” to the phone when it is on speakerphone.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Happened: Got June up from her nap and she barfed all over her dad. She was acting totally happy and fine so we still made for the dinner plans.
Anticipated: Relaxing drive to the restaurant while holding Michael’s hand and June babbling happily in the back seat.
Happened: June fussed and then barfed repeatedly, forcing us to pull into a parking lot near Washington and Priest.
Anticipated: June being cute and also snuggly in a long-sleeved shirt and overalls because we were eating outside.
Happened: Peeling soiled outfit from her body then wrapping her up in a fleece blanket while we consider what to do now.
Anticipated: Spending quality time and sharing some laughs with my parents and brother.
Happened: Spending some quality with a man who was either on serious drugs or else clinically insane and being terrified until he finally left us alone.
Anticipated: Gently pulling June out of the car so we can easily transition her into bed.
Happened: Pull June out of the car while trying not to get too much yuck on me and taking her straight to the shower.
Anticipated: Eating dinner and sipping a margarita at one of my favorite restaurants, The Old Tortilla Factory.
Happened: Eating Old Tortilla Factory food that my folks brought to our house for us while sitting on the living room floor in yoga pants.
My great thanks to my parents and brother for driving so far out of their way to bring us food. If not for you, Michael and I might have had a birthday dinner of cereal and yogurt instead of delicious steak, chicken and shrimp tacos on specialty tortillas. And thanks threefold to Michael: for being the one who was puked on, for doing the laundry so swiftly (thank goodness the smell came out) and for remaining cool and collected with the crazy.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Sometimes when I see JP with Kai, my head sort of reels because just yesterday I was five and he was eight and we were playing the floor-is-lava game in the living room.
Last year Kai only ate the icing of his cake but this year he eventually ate the cake also, to which I say "MATURING PALATE."
I can't believe he's 5 already!