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April 29, 2007
Just an Update (with Signa-isms)
Going backward in time to before Will's birthday, we took a quick trip to Oregon. We left early Saturday morning and got there late afternoon. We had a great dinner at an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet and just relaxed in the hotel with Grampa and Grandma Molly. We decided that Sunday we'd go to the Ashland children's science museum and so Sunday morning they came to the hotel and off we went. We saw so many cool things- I'm not sure who liked it all more, Signa or me! I could live at a science museum and never ever get bored.
Anyway, even though it was quick, it was a ton of fun and I was so happy to see Dad and Molly. Dad was tired, but good and we had such a nice visit. I can't wait to go back for longer and show Will the mountain. He'll LOVE all the cats and birds and Dinga.
We left for home super early Monday morning so that we could get the rental car back and then I worked for three days and on Friday Mom and I left for Jackson for a three-day weekend of scrapbooking. I got a ton done, but still have tons more to do. I also caught another doozy of a cold just before Jackson that is still killing me. Will got it, too, and was feverish and miserable the whole time I was gone.
We had Will's 1-year doctor appointment on that Monday after Jackson and he was too miserably sick for shots or much else. The doctor was concerned at his height and weight, saying he hasn't grown much since his last appointment, which is concerning. When they do the shots and iron check, they'll weigh and measure him again and we'll see if we really need to be concerned. I just think he hasn't had a growth spurt quite yet.
Speaking of Will's first birthday, we had his party yesterday and everyone had a good time, I think. Mickey Mouse was the theme and we did ice cream sundaes. Will was in good spirits throughout. He got a bunch of wonderful gifts and we are so thankful for everyone who came! Cousin Phil and Uncle Karl and Aunt Dee came and Auntie Leslie and Auntie Karen. Cousins Danny, Rebecca, Melanie, Jeff, Ryan, Andrew were there and then friends Bob, Scott, Monty, Alison and their 3 children. It was a full house; that's for sure! Cathy made the wonderful cake. I was stunned, as it was honestly the coolest cake I've ever seen. Will wasn't so into the cake, but he finally used it as an armrest and realized it tasted pretty good!
Today we are off to the grocery store, the pet store (just for fun) and a jewelry party. We are still recovering from yesterday!
Signa-isms:
Art. "Guess who I'm drawing? Angry Dad!" And he did look a bit angry…
Backyard. While playing with Will: "No poking! If you do it one more time, I'm going to put you in the backyard." (note to Child Protective Services: We have NEVER EVER done this, so we've no idea how she got the idea).
Pacing. When Signa has to pee, she paces and walks and acts weird for awhile. We ask if she has to go potty, but she always says no for awhile before deciding yes. One day in the store, she had The Walk and Marc asked her if she had to go. She said, "No! This is also my thinking walk."
Alien Face Hugger. Marc has a book with drawings from the Alien movies. There is a drawing of some of the concept sketches that looks like a bloody turkey. Signa was playing in the tub and asked Marc if he'd get her the bloody turkey alien face hugger toy because she really wanted to play with it. What kind of kid wants to play with toys that look like bloody turkeys?!??! My kind of kid!
Fever. While sick during the time-before-last hideous crud, Signa announced, "I have a fever so I need a hot dog."
Crust. I was rubbing my eyes this morning and said that my eyes feel crusty. She asked what that meant and I responded without really responding, "Crusty. You know, just crusty." "Like croutons?" she said. Yeah, kinda like croutons.
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April 24, 2007
And Now He's One
My Dear Mr. Boobinator,
A whole year has passed since you were born and that astounds me. You are still my tiny little Baby Man, my Stinky McGee, my Boo Boo. You are still my baby, even though you are one.
I'm not sure when the words change so that you are called a "toddler", but I'm sure that whether "toddler" or "preschooler" or "big kid" or "teenager" or "grown-up", you will always and forever be my baby. You have been a giant blessing since the day you were conceived and I am just so thankful for you.
You are both picky and easily pleased. You know what you want and are angry until you get it, but as soon as you do, you grin from ear-to-ear. We are stopped everywhere we go by people telling us how adorable you are. You have giant blue eyes and a heart-melting grin. You tilt your head down and smile up at strangers, especially if they are ladies who you know will love you. You are a charmer and a little love.
I love how when I get home from work, you crawl over everything in the room to get to me. You've such purpose and you let nothing get in your way. I love how you love to cuddle and be held and how you think the cats are the coolest thing ever. Except maybe fish and fans. They are close seconds. You love to look at other babies and you love your sister more than anything in the world. You cry when she does and laugh when she does, even though you don't know what the tears or the giggles are for.
You love to play ball, move trucks around and you really, really love GI Joes. You already know to make them walk around and to dance. You love to watch You Tube clips with Daddy and you love to watch Emily Yeung's show on the Disney Channel.
You still love to have boobies and you love sleeping next to me. When it's time for bed, you tell us loudly that YOU WANT BOOBIES IN THE BED. NOW. You don't use the words, but we know.
You say a few words: ball, cat, hi, momma, dada. But not consistently and I'm not even all that certain you are saying them. You tell us in your own ways what you want, though, and we always know.
You've been sick a lot with colds (dragged around to Signa's "events" exposes you to more than we like) and you've been a trouper through it all. You are getting used to us wiping your nose and taking your Tylenol. Your first 6 teeth came in quickly, but then nothing for a long while, other than those THREATENING to come in- causing you pain. Poor baby.
What's funny to me is that I can't imagine my life without you. And yet you've been in it only 1/39th of it. I love you so very much.
Thank you, Will, for being my little guy and for blessing this past year with the wonder of you. The happiest of birthdays to you, my Baby Man.
Love,
Momma
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April 09, 2007
Triglycerides
Marc went for a physical and found out that he has high triglycerides. Nothing else is wrong with him, which is odd. Not odd that nothing's wrong with him, but odd that the tri-s are off and nothing else is. So rather than medication, Marc is going to have no sugar until July. If he can make them go down that way, the doctor won't insist on meds. He's doing great, too. For a man who likes as much sugar in his coffee as I do and who loves his sugary snacks, he's amazing.
Please wish him luck and don't send candy to our house.
Weekend before Easter, I went to the Girls' Beach Weekend. Beth and I went and met up with Gail and all the girls that I see only once a year. They are all so nice and easy to be with. We just relaxed all weekend. We also made "Vision Boards" based on some book about being positive, etc. I'm not at all into that kind of book (or positive thinking!), but the collage making was fun. Everyone cut things out of magazines and pasted them onto boards. You were supposed to chose things you want or like or have. Weirdly, my board consisted of cut out words. Everyone else had pictures. That in itself was telling about me...
Anyway, the whole weekend was great. Even getting lost in Santa Cruz and finding La Fonda Drive.
Today's Signa-ism:
She was trying to say, "Wow, I used to know that, but I've forgotten." What came out was, "That used to be in my head, but now it's not cooperating."
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April 05, 2007
Ear Nose Throat
I've so many stories to tell. I think I'll start with ear infections. A few weeks ago, I had a cold. While driving home on a Wednesday, I remarked to myself, "Gee, this cold hasn't been bad at all and it hasn't even done anything horrible to me. Just a regular ol' cold. I must be getting back to my healthy self." Idiot.
Within 10 minutes of walking in the door I couldn't hear out of my left ear and it was throbbing like a little man was in there beating on my ear drum with a big (and pokey) stick.
I went to the doctor that Thursday (3/15) and he gave me pain killers and an antibiotic. They did nothing. I called that next Tuesday (3/20) to say that I still couldn't hear. They said to wait 10 days. During this time, my right ear decided to join my left and became Super Underwater Ear, too. I went in on the 9th day and he said Lefty was still infected (duh), but that there wasn't anything wrong with Right Ear. Um, then why can't I hear? No answer.
I got another antibiotic and instructions to see a specialist if I wasn't better by the next Tuesday. Which I wasn't.
I got an appointment with an ENT for Friday, March 30 at 7:45am in Walnut Creek- roughly an hour and a half away in morning traffic. I got there on time and yet, lo and behold, Stupid Idiot Receptionist Moron said, "Oh. I must have had the calendar open wrong because I booked you for March 4." (remember, this is now March 30...). I chuckled and said, "Oh, I hate when that happens," thinking she was just going to squeeze me in somewhere. Boy, was I wrong.
"Yeah, you'll have to come back in a couple weeks when we have our next appointment available."
Huh? NO! I was tired and cranky and feeling like I was 50 feet underwater trying to hear. I started to cry and a nice man waiting for his appointment yelled at her to take care of me. She refused and then he said I could have his appointment and he'd take the one in 2 weeks because his was just a checkup. She said no, because I was new and needed a longer appointment (remember this part because it adds humor later on- really, it does.)
So I cried and waiting to see if anyone was going to bail on their 8am appointment. Sat there like a freaking baby crying. Anyway, a different receptionist came over and offered me a 10am cancellation which I took. They called me in at 10:35am- so almost 3 hours later. I sat in the doctor's office waiting until 10:55 when he finally came in.
Keep in mind that I was there BECAUSE I CANNOT HEAR. Who do they send in? Dr. Mumbly Joe. Could not understand ANYTHING he said. First, while I talked and told him all the things going on, he sat typing on his laptop computer. Now since I'd written it all down and I assume he had my chart and all, I would think that he wouldn't have that much to type. So I can only jump to the conclusion that he was Instant Messaging with his little Mumbly Ear Nose Throat doctor friends.
"Woman here with hurty ears. What r u doing?"
"Got a man with stuffy nose. C U L8R."
etc.
Finally he put his laptop down and looked in my right ear and mumbled. Looked in my left ear and mumbled and then mumbled a lot and handed me a prescription that I couldn't read. I said, "Excuse me?" and "What?" at least 100 times.
Total lapsed time? 3 minutes.
Too bad they didn't squeeze me in at 7 freaking 45 in the morning and get 3 extra minutes behind. Someday I'm going to be a bajillionaire and I'm going to give all the ENTs in the area lots of money except them. They will get coal in their stockings.
Tune in next time for the thrills of Marc's triglycerides, my girls' beach weekend, and I'm sure Easter, since God knows if I'll write before then.
And your Kid-isms for today:
* Good Morning- Now that she sleeps in her own bed, every morning when Signa wakes up we hear her screaming, "I NEED SOMEONE TO SAY GOOD MORNING TO ME!!!!" over and over and over.
* Cookies- There is a chocolate chip cookie commercial where some personified cookies are taken out of a car. One cookie's eyes fall into the backseat while it's being plucked out. While describing this, Signa said, "His eyes popped right out of his head! Not like "HEHHHH!" popped out, but they just fell out on the back of the car." "HEHHHH" was said just as Marc says it when he's describing something horrific where in cartoons they would draw the eyes popping out of their heads. So darned funny, but only if you've heard Marc do it, I think.
* Kia Sedona- Upon checking out a remote control car at ToysRUs: "Hey, that one looks just like the new Kia Sedona." How would Signa know something like that if it weren't for the glories of television.
* Philosophy- Upon discussing people who starve to death and learning that some dog do, too, Signa remarked with intelligence: "Daddy, it doesn't matter if eat my dinner, because I'm going to die someday anyway."
* Who, me?- Will constantly just treks down the hall as fast as he can on all fours. He will look over his shoulder roughly 500 times to see if we are watching. If we are, he stops. If we aren't (or he thinks we aren't), he keeps going.
* I got this for you- Will is learning to take directions. "That's not yours" and "Put that back" are a couple of the phrases that he hears 346 times a day. Last week, when he picked up a dinosaur that was Signa's, I said, "That's not yours" and he didn't listen. I got more and more stern and finally he looked up at me and grinned and then held it out to me. Like, "Oh, Momma, I got this for you. Don't you just love it?"
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