Lassie has gone missing again so annoying-as-ever Blackie is outside solo once again and is not happy about it. Hence, there has been howling in addition to the yapping since before 7 this morning. Blackie is certainly singing the blues and therefore makes me want to too. What in the heck are we to do about these dogs other than move? Anyway...
Another reason I want to be singing the blues: our family doctor is gone!!!
Seriously, she was an awesome doctor for our family. She followed me through my first pregnancy till I got sick and needed an OB. But she didn't stop caring about us or stopping by to visit. After Easton was born he needed a pediatrician and Teresa is "just" family practice. So, she couldn't be his doctor at first but again, that didn't stop her from coming by to congratulate us and, she even came by to see Jason and I as we watched Easton being resuscitated and stabilized for transfer to Children's Hospital. She waited with us! We weren't even her patients anymore and she came for support. How awesome is that?! When Easton was about to leave for Children's a neonatologist (the man who saved our son by figuring out why he had crashed while everyone else stood around confused as all hell), anyway the neonatologist came to talk to us and Teresa asked if she could stay for the explanation, etc. What a woman. I'm really going to miss her. Jason liked her too. She had great bedside manner and was really calm and easy going. She didn't talk down to us and more importantly she was one of the few doctors who would actually address both Jason and I at visits instead of just me (the patient). I know Jason really appreciated her, "Let's keep an eye on it" approach rather than overreacting or referring us to other doctors for every little thing. I'm not sure what to do. Now I need to find someone else and it's tempting to go to a pediatrician for "the boys" but it's also much more expensive in terms of co-pays since pediatrics is a "specialty" and family practice is not. Darn darn darn.
Okay, so moving right along...Easton was indeed UNallowed to get his flu shot today. I still got mine and because I'm pregnant I got the "preservative free" vax which is what the kiddos get. Unfortunately that also meant I had to get TWO shots because the preservative free was drawn up for the kids' doses and so they had to double up. Yet another reason I got the blues. Easton looked SO nervous as he sat on my lap in the office. I rescheduled his shot for the 16th. I do not look forward to taking him. Poor guy. But, with his history he really should get the flu shot and just about every other vaccine out there. Lovely, eh?
Wanna know what else is bumming me out today? Baby names. I hate 'em. I told Jason only half-jokingly yesterday that I think I need counseling about it. Naming our child should be fun and I'm not enjoying the process. Recently Jason wisely institued a "20 minute rule" for the name discussions. We are so ideally suited for one another in every way except for maybe our height...why can we not agree on a name for our son? Why? He let me have my way with naming Easton and I can see why he thinks I should let him have his way or at least more than 50% of the vote for this kid. However, it's hard. I wish we could find one we are both happy with. At this point I'm even willing to consider names outside my "criteria" (2 syllable name ending in "n") yet it's been the standard for so long it's hard to think of other names. And no, I'm not asking for suggestions. :) That's the other thing...if I don't even enjoy having the conversation with my husband you really think I want to talk to other people about it? Some people especially annoy me: like one mom at Gymsters who grates on my nerves already wanted to tell me names she liked for my kid. You wanna name a kid so bad, lady? Have another one! Anyhoo...I don't care the nicknames she prefers or her middle name suggestions. I hate hearing other peoples unsolicited opinions on the matter. It didn't annoy me as badly the first time around but this time, steer clear! It's our kid and do you really think I haven't looked at names and I need you to suggest them for me? I have a name book too, you know. Plus, we're even brainstorming up new names (how I came up with Easton) to the point where Jason actually uttered the "name" Munson yesterday. Okay, I know the "rules" of brainstorming say that there's no such thing as a bad idea but c'mon...Munson? He is not advocating that name, mind you, he was just thinking out loud but it was touch and go there for a minute. Alright, yes I'm being dramatic but at the same time, I really hate this topic. So I'm done. For now.
With all these reasons to be belting out a bluesy tune you'd think I'd be in a bad mood today but I'm really not. It really helps that Easton has been super all day. First off, he slept till 8:40--nearly 13 hours!! Unheard of lately and with his recent "breathing difficulties" you can bet that I was sitting here talking myself out of going to check on him just to make sure he was still alive.
Here is my fun guy today, I always love how this sweatsuit compliments his eyes:
"I did eeet!" He can close a door behind himself now:
And, pretending to fall down the stairs:
I let him go up and down pretty much independently these days. However, this morning he tumbled down a couple steps onto the carpet. He was fine and it made me laugh so hard. Shoot, the memory is cracking me up even now but I have to be quiet as E is sleeping. Anyway, he laughed about it too and went back up to do it again for more laughs. Only this time he walked all the way down and then did a somersault at the bottom. Much safer than somersaulting on the stairs as he'd done before when he tumbled. So, I snapped this picture after he "landed" from his somersault. He is a goober. Always trying to make me laugh. It took me nearly 30 minutes in the rocking chair with him to get him calmed down enough for his nap. He was just being so silly and fun and trying to make me laugh. He'd lay on my chest and then he'd look up at me and pose. Sometimes he'd put his hands on his cheeks, another time he'd put his finger on his chin. Very silly boy I have. When we first started rocking he kept talking to me...he surprised me with a new phrase: "want it". He said, "Dog. Want it." Wowsa. I gave him the dog just for being so impressive.
He continued to amaze us over the weekend. He has this worm seen here:
This catepillary thing "teaches" colors, letter, and phonics. Our little Einstein can do his colors so well now. We'd ask, "Where's a blue?" and he'd go about pushing all the blue ones to get the worm to say, "Blue". Or, he'd switch it over to phonics and then it would make the "b" sound and he'd repeat, "Ba, ba" or the "mmmm, mmmm" for "M". I have to admit, I don't always know what is age appropriate material for little tykes. I want to challenge my child but I don't want to set him up for failure or push too hard either. I didn't know he could do colors until I saw a friend trying with her kid and then it occured to me, "Hey maybe I should be doing that with E?" and lo and behold, he knows many of his colors now. Blue, red, and yellow are his current specialities. The same thing happened when he started sitting independently: I had NO idea it was time to try until I read some online moms with kids around the same age had kids that could do it, so on a whim I sat him up and whaddaya know? He could do it. I should really look into some of what he can and should be working on. It's my duty to him as a stay at home mom, right?
Oh, and here are some more pictures from yesterday. The Target toy catalog came in the mail and it had a cool "secret decoder" eyepiece (the red thing):
He was so cute flipping through the catalog again and again. Interestingly, he would skip over the "girl toys" without so much as a glance. How does he know that stuff? The purple and pink and glitter? I was pretty suprised. He also surprised us by knowing and shouting what we would swear was "Bicycle bicycle!" at a picture of bikes. Again, where did he ever learn that? We don't ride bikes or see many bikes. He is such a little sponge...always surprising us with words we didn't think we'd taught him. Of course, I don't always know what his words mean right away either. For example, if he says "money" that means "movie" and he wants to watch clips on the computer. And today he exclaimed what sounded like, "Da walk-o" over and over complete with pointing. I still have no idea what da walk-o is. He puts "da" in front of various nouns for "the" as in "da bet" (the bed) or "da muuuune" (the moon). Very cute and I have no idea why he does that. Raising kids is such an adventure, eh? Makes me look forward to round 2 with my nameless second son.
That's more than enough from me...see ya!
No comments:
Post a Comment