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August 26, 2006
Signa-isms
I felt bad for no stories about Signa yesterday, so here are some from today:
* In the bathtub. "Look!" (she was lying on her back with her knees bent and then opening and closing her legs) "I'm doing the Shake Shack with my legs! Woo Woo Woo Honey!"
* She tells stories all the time about "my grandfather." She points out pictures of my dad, rather than any of the other grandpas, but she doesn't call him "grandfather" so I'm really not sure who she is talking about, but at least once a day, her "grandfather" is up to no good! This morning she said, "When I was a little girl in the 1860s, I rode on my grandfather's back and it hurt him a little and he told me to remember that because someday my back would hurt, too." Kinda funny. Kinda freaking creepy.
* All her animals are now named. All she does is take their title (lion, goat, lizard) and add a "y" to the end (lioney, goaty, lizardy). Yesterday at the dentist she picked out a plastic gila monster and surprised us: he's not "gila-ey"; he's "Floaty." This morning (again in the tub) I hear, "Hey! Floaty sinks!!!!"
* Signa's new favorite thing is Devo. They made a Devo 2.0 for kids and Signa loves it, so Marc started showing her old Devo videos. There is a video for Devo's "That's Good" that features a French fry... um... shall we say, moving in and out of the inner space of a donut... They watched the video it on the computer and then last night in the car Signa said, "Hey, remember that video where that French fry was punching the donut? That was so funny!" Um. Yes. Punching.
* While giving Will a checkup with her doctor set, Signa announced that he had a fever of 3. She then gave him fake medicine and prounced his fever gone. So what is his temperature at now that he's well, you ask? 47.
Today is our friend Lorelai's 3rd birthday. She is a cutie pie who starts every one of her eloquent sentences (she really does surprise us with how well she speaks) with, "Hey, Debbie." Or "Hey, Marc." Or "Hey, Signa." So the conversations are fabulous. "Hey, Debbie. I have a fish. Hey, Debbie. His name is Fred." etc. Her big sister Bethany is in Signa's dance class and we love her, too, but today is Lorelai's day.
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August 25, 2006
Only A Tiny Bit About Boobies
I used to hate terrorists because they kill innocent people. Now I hate them because they messed up my milkage. Fucking terrorists.
A couple of months ago a business meeting was planned that required me to be gone overnight. I planned extensively for how I was going to do this- pump milk and carry home, etc. Then the liquid ban and not only did I have to be sad about being away, but I had to rework my plan. Ugh. Anyway it was a huge pain in the ass and as much of a lactivist that I am, if I had to travel a lot or pump only without breastfeeding, I think I would have formula babies.
Anyway, it is over and I missed my family (mostly my little man WHO TURNED FOUR MONTHS OLD YESTERDAY!!!!) and I did it with milk to spare.
Speaking of the little man, he is so darned cute. He talks ("Ah goo" "Ah gee" and "I") and he is starting to grab things more. He loves his Exersaucer will all it's great toys (especially fond of the dog in the fake book- he even turns the pages on his own). It's so fun to hear "I!!!!" in the morning and look into the bedroom and see Signa leaning from the bed into the cosleeper and playing with him. My two babies.
He drools more than any human being in the history of the universe and always has so I don't think it's teeth. He sleeps with me sometimes in the bed and sometimes in the cosleeper. When he's with me, he likes sleep on his side facing me; when he's in the cosleeper, he likes to sleep on the other side, facing away. He's super happy in the mornings and evenings and then in the afternoon hates the world. I'm never there for that part…
I can't think of more to go on about and I forgot all my Signa-isms.
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August 18, 2006
Boobies Galore
Warning... it's all about the boobies.
Background info… I'm going away on Monday night for work and since I know I'm not going to pump as much breast milk as Baby Man eats, I'm concerned about a supply dip next week. I also want more fresh milk for the trip so that he doesn't get mostly frozen milk. Anyway, I started taking herbs to "pump up the volume." I've used them before and it takes about 3 days to start working and then I just keep taking them for 3 or 4 days and then the volume remains at the high point.
So now you are all caught up.
I'm sitting at my desk this morning and working hard. I am drinking my tea and water (more liquids = more booby milk) and I feel wet on my thumb. I spilled my water all over my desk. Damn. Clean it up and awhile later feel wet on my arm. Look and I spilled the damn water again! Clutz, I say, and clean it up. A minute later an alarm goes off. I look. Yep. Milk SQUIRTING out the bottom of my shirt all over the desk and my leg. I guess my herbs worked faster and better this time.
Fun fun fun. I just stuck with the water spilling story to my coworkers...
And so that you don't all decide breastfeeding is not worth all this trouble, I was sick for a week and a half with a bad cold and despite kissing my kids and sleeping next to them, neither got even a sniffle. Ahhh, the wonders of current antibodies.
Today's Signa-ism
How to use phrases like the grown-ups only just sort of wrong: "Those trees are very tall if I do say so myself."
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August 16, 2006
Naked Tea Parties
All is well on our front. Maybe just a tad boring? I did get a cold, during which every moment of every day was consumed by fears of it becoming pneumonia (again). This time it was just a scratchy throat and now I can't hear so well.
Will is doing great. He's big and strong and funny as heck. And oh my lord, can that kid smile! He is so responsive that I honestly think of him as much older. Signa wasn't like this until she was 6 or more months old. Anyway, he's a cutie pie, even if he does cry most afternoons.
Signa is funny and active and all other ALMOST FOUR-YEAR-OLD THINGS. Four. Our baby girl is almost 4. She cracks me up with her logic and how smart she is. I don't think I was ever that intelligent. Oh, heck. I'm still not.
I'm sure there is more to write about, but I'm going to head home instead.
Today I'll leave you with three Signa-isms:
1. A month or so ago, Marc and I were discussing something and she wanted to know where she was. "You weren't born yet, Signa." "Oh. So I was still died." Then she went on eating.
2. When Will was first born, we talked about how floppy he was and how he's fragile so we have to be careful. The other day, she was helping me put lotion on him and she got really excited. Like jumping up and down screaming excited. "HE GREW BONES, MOMMA! LOOK!!! HE HAS BONES NOW!" She thought the floppiness was due to no bones yet... A new milestone for babies.
3. The other day when I walked in the door from work, I saw poor beaten Marc holding Will on the sofa and Signa, in underpants only, with a kajillion stuffed animals and a tea set. Signa was screaming, "Momma's home! Momma's home!" and so I just looked at Marc with a question in my face and he shrugged and said, "Naked tea party."
That's just what we do.
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August 02, 2006
July Pictures
I loaded the pictures to Snapfish for July. If you didn't get an email invitation to see them, leave a comment or email me and I'll add you to the list. Maybe.
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