More soon!
Friday, December 25, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Dear Santa: Please Forget the Last 24 Hours
Well, it's only been a couple of days since the last post, but it feels like much longer. You know how bad days seem to just drag on?
Everything was going fine on Tuesday - - Greg and I were home for the day and the girls were at daycare. We got some things done around the house, ran errands, went to lunch. We picked up the girls. I should have known we were in for a rough night when they said, "Emma's been kind of fussy today." ("No, you must be talking about someone else's child.")
At dinner, the three of them decided that they no longer wanted to be spoon fed. Becca was ok if you put food on the spoon and then gave her the spoon. Emma and Julie just refused to eat. And screamed. Even if you put food on the spoon and gave them the spoon. It was the worst mess they've ever made. They'd take the spoon and bite on the other end and get peas everywhere. Or, they'd grab on to the spoon and let go and food would go flying. It was on us, on the floor, all over the high chairs, all over the girls. And they screamed the whole time. We gave them puffs, and I think that helped for a while (I've kind of blocked it out), enough that we figured out that they were ok if they were feeding themselves. So, clean up was worse than usual, and they screamed through that, too - - every face wipe just fueled their fire. They screamed through diaper changes, pajamas. And then we got to bottles, at which point we went through the whole "I want to sit up to take my bottle but I can't hold it myself and you must hold it for me or I'll scream" battle with both Emma and Julie. And then Emma screamed bloody murder when it was bed time. Julie and Becca were falling asleep downstairs, but Emma was pitching such a fit upstairs that it was pointless to bring them up. I just got in bed and cried after we finally got them down. It was awful.
They were a bit cranky this morning, but they ate their yogurt without any battles. They love yogurt! I'm having a really difficult time coming up with things to feed them that they can feed themselves, while still getting them some fruits and vegetables. They still aren't chewing very well. And we need to start introducing some chicken and turkey. I guess if we start forcing them to eat table food, they'll eventually figure out chewing. If anyone has suggestions for table food that they can feed themselves, we're pretty desperate. We weren't prepared for this sudden rejection of being fed.
We had talked about taking the girls to the Roper Mountain Holiday Lights tonight (Wednesday night). But we weren't feeling very Christmas-y after the past 24 hours. The girls seemed to be doing better, and we spent most of the day recovering. So we did venture out, and it went well. ("It could have gone a lot worse.") I was worried about wait times, lines to see Santa, etc, but actually, it went amazingly smoothly. We got there right when they opened, and the line to see Santa was only about 5 minutes. The girls were totally fine while we waited in line, and there weren't any tears up until Julie started screaming about 5 seconds after they took the picture. They had a nice section that you could walk through, and it wasn't terribly cold.
So hopefully we've got a bit of the Christmas spirit back now...
They don't appear to be terribly impressed by Santa or his sleigh. But hey, they're not screaming.
Isn't the cat hat the cutest?
With dad. We had to pull out the new hats because the striped ones seem to fall down in their eyes all the time, and we're constantly tugging them back up, and the girls start flipping out when they slide down.
Elementary schools decorated a bunch of panels.
With mom.
I was going to delete this one, but the red and green are kind of Christmas-y.
I think I cut off Rudolph.
Everything was going fine on Tuesday - - Greg and I were home for the day and the girls were at daycare. We got some things done around the house, ran errands, went to lunch. We picked up the girls. I should have known we were in for a rough night when they said, "Emma's been kind of fussy today." ("No, you must be talking about someone else's child.")
At dinner, the three of them decided that they no longer wanted to be spoon fed. Becca was ok if you put food on the spoon and then gave her the spoon. Emma and Julie just refused to eat. And screamed. Even if you put food on the spoon and gave them the spoon. It was the worst mess they've ever made. They'd take the spoon and bite on the other end and get peas everywhere. Or, they'd grab on to the spoon and let go and food would go flying. It was on us, on the floor, all over the high chairs, all over the girls. And they screamed the whole time. We gave them puffs, and I think that helped for a while (I've kind of blocked it out), enough that we figured out that they were ok if they were feeding themselves. So, clean up was worse than usual, and they screamed through that, too - - every face wipe just fueled their fire. They screamed through diaper changes, pajamas. And then we got to bottles, at which point we went through the whole "I want to sit up to take my bottle but I can't hold it myself and you must hold it for me or I'll scream" battle with both Emma and Julie. And then Emma screamed bloody murder when it was bed time. Julie and Becca were falling asleep downstairs, but Emma was pitching such a fit upstairs that it was pointless to bring them up. I just got in bed and cried after we finally got them down. It was awful.
They were a bit cranky this morning, but they ate their yogurt without any battles. They love yogurt! I'm having a really difficult time coming up with things to feed them that they can feed themselves, while still getting them some fruits and vegetables. They still aren't chewing very well. And we need to start introducing some chicken and turkey. I guess if we start forcing them to eat table food, they'll eventually figure out chewing. If anyone has suggestions for table food that they can feed themselves, we're pretty desperate. We weren't prepared for this sudden rejection of being fed.
We had talked about taking the girls to the Roper Mountain Holiday Lights tonight (Wednesday night). But we weren't feeling very Christmas-y after the past 24 hours. The girls seemed to be doing better, and we spent most of the day recovering. So we did venture out, and it went well. ("It could have gone a lot worse.") I was worried about wait times, lines to see Santa, etc, but actually, it went amazingly smoothly. We got there right when they opened, and the line to see Santa was only about 5 minutes. The girls were totally fine while we waited in line, and there weren't any tears up until Julie started screaming about 5 seconds after they took the picture. They had a nice section that you could walk through, and it wasn't terribly cold.
So hopefully we've got a bit of the Christmas spirit back now...
They don't appear to be terribly impressed by Santa or his sleigh. But hey, they're not screaming.
Isn't the cat hat the cutest?
With dad. We had to pull out the new hats because the striped ones seem to fall down in their eyes all the time, and we're constantly tugging them back up, and the girls start flipping out when they slide down.
Elementary schools decorated a bunch of panels.
With mom.
I was going to delete this one, but the red and green are kind of Christmas-y.
I think I cut off Rudolph.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Be still, my heart...
Joyce, our cleaning woman, started this past week, and I think I'm in love. She did a fantastic job, and I hate to admit that I can't even remember the last time the house was so clean. Of course, there was the last minute cleaning-up-before-the-cleaning-lady-comes on our part, but if that's what it takes to finally get us organized.
Emma is clapping now. It's so incredibly adorable. Last week, she was making more of a "time out" sign, but this weekend she definitely got the clap action down. She also started imitating this noise that we make to get their attention - basically, running your tongue over the inside of your mouth and making a noise. It's hard to describe, but we're hoping to catch it on video soon.
Emma has decided that she wants to be sitting up (or kneeling) while she takes her bottle. Problem is, she can't hold the bottle up high enough. So she gets all cranky when we put her in the Boppy. She cries and twists around until she's sitting up, and then cries until you're holding the bottle for her. It's just frustrating to have gone from her holding her own bottle back to me holding it for her. Becca is our champion bottle holder now, and has a fancy technique involving one hand on the bottom of the bottle.
Julie has started putting her hands over her ears. Not quite sure what's going on there. I think she's just discovered her ears/hearing and is figuring out what it sounds like when she covers her ears.
Two little trouble makers standing at the gate. Yup, Becca's pulling up now, too.
So, Emma had that rogue fever last Monday. On Thursday, daycare called and said that Julie had a fever and was basically just crawling around crying. I took her to the doctor, and they pretty much said it's just a virus. We had just finished the antibiotics for last week's ear infection THAT morning, so they didn't give her any more. We were also scheduled for H1N1 booster shots for Thursday night (2 trips to the dr's office in one day!), and since Julie's fever had come down a bit without any tylenol, we were still ok to get them.
Picking up Julie from daycare...
We proceeded as planned, and went out for pizza (for us, and apples + apricots for the girls). Straws still make the best stand-ins for toys that get dropped on the ground within 30 seconds.
Pizza + apples & apricots
Emma is so easily distracted and has to see EVERYTHING. She would not face forward, no matter which way you turned the high chair. We eventually wedged all of the girls' coats behind her in the high chair so she couldn't spin around.
Julie has started chewing her sleeves.
Becca
Straws are fun.
Julie started getting cranky while we were eating, and I made them check her temperature again before we got the shot, and of course she was up over 101 again. So Bex and Ems got their shots, and now we've got to go back with Julie sometime.
Becca slept terribly on Friday night, which meant that we slept terribly. She was up and thrashing around (in our bed) all night long. Yup, she came down with a fever, too. Hopefully it was whatever Emma and Julie had, because it was pretty short-lived. She was doing better by Sunday afternoon. I think part of her crankiness during the day was just that she wasn't sleeping well at all.
Emma's daycare class had a Christmas Pajama Party on Friday, and sent her home with a goodie bag including these reindeer antlers.
Julie and Becca had to try them out, too.
We thought that once the girls started sitting up on their own and were all pretty stable, we'd try to give them a bath together to try to speed things up. Emma and Becca had a blast, giggling non-stop and stealing toys from each other, crawling all over each other to try to get the toys. Julie acted like, "Will you guys calm down? This is supposed to be MY bath." It went ok, up until the end. Greg had taken Julie out after she started crying, to dry her off. I was left with Emma and Becca, who by this point were trying to crawl out of the tub. Emma's face went under the water briefly, and she freaked out, and then Becca fell over backward and just started kicking and splashing. They were both trying to crawl out of the tub, and kept slipping, and crying, and trying to crawl out... Basically, one arm for each of them just wasn't enough. So we're back to solo baths again for a while.
Miss Emma is still not big on the "solid" solid foods. She'll eat about anything, as long as it's pureed smooth. I thought she was eating the "lunch buffet" on Saturday. But no, she was just throwing it all in her bib. She looks pretty proud of herself, too, doesn't she?
"Oh, you wanted me to EAT this stuff? I thought you wanted me to just make it disappear from the tray."
They are trying to feed her some table food in the new Infant Class. She ate some chicken broth (the Big Kids had chicken noodle soup). She wouldn't eat the pudding, and passed on the mashed potatoes the first time (ate a little bit the second time). When they had their big Christmas Party, they had cupcakes, jello, and cheese puffs... and she just played with them. Wouldn't eat them. It listed cheese puffs on her sheet from today - - not sure if she ate them, but there are clearly cheese puffs in her bib in the pics above that she refused to eat this weekend.
Julie just took one short nap on Sunday, and by the time we realized it, it was dinner time, and she was in Atomic Meltdown Mode. She can go from fine to bright-red-face-screaming-bloody-murder in about 2 seconds flat. The puffs helped temporarily, but then she crashed in her high chair before we could get her cleaned up. Yes, that is a sippy cup pillow. I don't recommend it.
Hoping that the cold air might refresh her spirits, we went up the street to see the neighbors' huge Christmas light display. There were a lot of people there, but we got through ok. A few outbursts from Julie and Becca, but they seemed to enjoy it. We're thinking about trying another light display sometime this week.
Tonight was a March of Dimes holiday dinner for the NICU doctors, nurses, and the parents of babies currently in the NICU, so I took a corn casserole dish back up to the hospital. It was so weird to be at the hospital again. It actually gave me goosebumps when I was leaving. We. are. so. lucky. And. thankful. I didn't see many people that I knew, but met some new ones, and did see one of the MFM nurses that I talked to every week.
And, if you're looking for a hot stock pick (why else would you be reading?): check out Boogie Wipes. I found them when I was looking for saline wipes for crusty noses. The NICU sent us home with a pile of saline wipes, and they seemed to work really well. Boogie Wipes are working really, really well for us, though they are a little expensive. But we've sent them in to daycare, and everyone is asking where we got them. So yeah, with the quantity that we're buying, you may want to look into their stock...
Emma is clapping now. It's so incredibly adorable. Last week, she was making more of a "time out" sign, but this weekend she definitely got the clap action down. She also started imitating this noise that we make to get their attention - basically, running your tongue over the inside of your mouth and making a noise. It's hard to describe, but we're hoping to catch it on video soon.
Emma has decided that she wants to be sitting up (or kneeling) while she takes her bottle. Problem is, she can't hold the bottle up high enough. So she gets all cranky when we put her in the Boppy. She cries and twists around until she's sitting up, and then cries until you're holding the bottle for her. It's just frustrating to have gone from her holding her own bottle back to me holding it for her. Becca is our champion bottle holder now, and has a fancy technique involving one hand on the bottom of the bottle.
Julie has started putting her hands over her ears. Not quite sure what's going on there. I think she's just discovered her ears/hearing and is figuring out what it sounds like when she covers her ears.
Two little trouble makers standing at the gate. Yup, Becca's pulling up now, too.
So, Emma had that rogue fever last Monday. On Thursday, daycare called and said that Julie had a fever and was basically just crawling around crying. I took her to the doctor, and they pretty much said it's just a virus. We had just finished the antibiotics for last week's ear infection THAT morning, so they didn't give her any more. We were also scheduled for H1N1 booster shots for Thursday night (2 trips to the dr's office in one day!), and since Julie's fever had come down a bit without any tylenol, we were still ok to get them.
Picking up Julie from daycare...
We proceeded as planned, and went out for pizza (for us, and apples + apricots for the girls). Straws still make the best stand-ins for toys that get dropped on the ground within 30 seconds.
Pizza + apples & apricots
Emma is so easily distracted and has to see EVERYTHING. She would not face forward, no matter which way you turned the high chair. We eventually wedged all of the girls' coats behind her in the high chair so she couldn't spin around.
Julie has started chewing her sleeves.
Becca
Straws are fun.
Julie started getting cranky while we were eating, and I made them check her temperature again before we got the shot, and of course she was up over 101 again. So Bex and Ems got their shots, and now we've got to go back with Julie sometime.
Becca slept terribly on Friday night, which meant that we slept terribly. She was up and thrashing around (in our bed) all night long. Yup, she came down with a fever, too. Hopefully it was whatever Emma and Julie had, because it was pretty short-lived. She was doing better by Sunday afternoon. I think part of her crankiness during the day was just that she wasn't sleeping well at all.
Emma's daycare class had a Christmas Pajama Party on Friday, and sent her home with a goodie bag including these reindeer antlers.
Julie and Becca had to try them out, too.
We thought that once the girls started sitting up on their own and were all pretty stable, we'd try to give them a bath together to try to speed things up. Emma and Becca had a blast, giggling non-stop and stealing toys from each other, crawling all over each other to try to get the toys. Julie acted like, "Will you guys calm down? This is supposed to be MY bath." It went ok, up until the end. Greg had taken Julie out after she started crying, to dry her off. I was left with Emma and Becca, who by this point were trying to crawl out of the tub. Emma's face went under the water briefly, and she freaked out, and then Becca fell over backward and just started kicking and splashing. They were both trying to crawl out of the tub, and kept slipping, and crying, and trying to crawl out... Basically, one arm for each of them just wasn't enough. So we're back to solo baths again for a while.
Miss Emma is still not big on the "solid" solid foods. She'll eat about anything, as long as it's pureed smooth. I thought she was eating the "lunch buffet" on Saturday. But no, she was just throwing it all in her bib. She looks pretty proud of herself, too, doesn't she?
"Oh, you wanted me to EAT this stuff? I thought you wanted me to just make it disappear from the tray."
They are trying to feed her some table food in the new Infant Class. She ate some chicken broth (the Big Kids had chicken noodle soup). She wouldn't eat the pudding, and passed on the mashed potatoes the first time (ate a little bit the second time). When they had their big Christmas Party, they had cupcakes, jello, and cheese puffs... and she just played with them. Wouldn't eat them. It listed cheese puffs on her sheet from today - - not sure if she ate them, but there are clearly cheese puffs in her bib in the pics above that she refused to eat this weekend.
Julie just took one short nap on Sunday, and by the time we realized it, it was dinner time, and she was in Atomic Meltdown Mode. She can go from fine to bright-red-face-screaming-bloody-murder in about 2 seconds flat. The puffs helped temporarily, but then she crashed in her high chair before we could get her cleaned up. Yes, that is a sippy cup pillow. I don't recommend it.
Hoping that the cold air might refresh her spirits, we went up the street to see the neighbors' huge Christmas light display. There were a lot of people there, but we got through ok. A few outbursts from Julie and Becca, but they seemed to enjoy it. We're thinking about trying another light display sometime this week.
Tonight was a March of Dimes holiday dinner for the NICU doctors, nurses, and the parents of babies currently in the NICU, so I took a corn casserole dish back up to the hospital. It was so weird to be at the hospital again. It actually gave me goosebumps when I was leaving. We. are. so. lucky. And. thankful. I didn't see many people that I knew, but met some new ones, and did see one of the MFM nurses that I talked to every week.
And, if you're looking for a hot stock pick (why else would you be reading?): check out Boogie Wipes. I found them when I was looking for saline wipes for crusty noses. The NICU sent us home with a pile of saline wipes, and they seemed to work really well. Boogie Wipes are working really, really well for us, though they are a little expensive. But we've sent them in to daycare, and everyone is asking where we got them. So yeah, with the quantity that we're buying, you may want to look into their stock...
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Quick update
Emma's temperature was back down to 99 this morning. Greg also felt a tooth coming in on the bottom. Hopefully that's it? She was drenched in drool today.
So, she did go to daycare, and I did make it to the doctor to get some antibiotics for a sinus infection.
And Greg did get Rebecca to the eye doctor, and she's perfect. It was just a follow up appointment from ~6 months ago when we had her eyes checked for crossing/drifting.
And on shoes: I wondered if I should be sending Becca and Julie to daycare with shoes, after the whole "Why doesn't Emma wear shoes?" situation. Yeah. Then today they said Julie pulls off her shoes and eats them. I can't say I'm entirely surprised. She may be teething, too.
So, she did go to daycare, and I did make it to the doctor to get some antibiotics for a sinus infection.
And Greg did get Rebecca to the eye doctor, and she's perfect. It was just a follow up appointment from ~6 months ago when we had her eyes checked for crossing/drifting.
And on shoes: I wondered if I should be sending Becca and Julie to daycare with shoes, after the whole "Why doesn't Emma wear shoes?" situation. Yeah. Then today they said Julie pulls off her shoes and eats them. I can't say I'm entirely surprised. She may be teething, too.
Jingle Cats, Jingle Cats
Yeah. Lefty bolted out the front door on me Thursday afternoon (it was really windy and stuff was blowing all around). She got about halfway down the sidewalk, then headed back for the house. As I opened the door for her to come back in, Dusty started out. They're both safe and sound now, but Greg made them wear collars for the rest of the night. They guilted him into taking them off before bed.
Julie is working on clapping. She gets 2 hands together, but hasn't got an authentic clapping noise down. And I swear I hear things when she talks. I don't know if she is just making a bigger range of sounds, but I hear things (at appropriate times) like "hi dad" and "i do it" and "head" and "bad". She just laughs at you if you try to get her to repeat anything.
Did I mention that Julie eats anything? Because I think she's eating a tissue here.
Her early interventionist recommended letting her tear pages out of old magazines. Problem is, she eats them. And I'm afraid she's not going to realize the difference between "old magazines" and "books that we spent good money on."
Julie with Santa's early delivery. See the tiny little book her right hand is on? It's a switch that switches between 2 modes: a music mode and a learning mode. THIS THING IS ALL OF THEIR FAVORITE TOY ON THE WHOLE THING. It lights up and talks when you switch between modes. 90% of what we hear coming from this thing is "Musical Playground. Learning Playground. Musical Playground. Learning. Musical. Learning. Musical Playground.
Julie looking awfully big.
Becca grinds her teeth. Oh, it pains me to listen to. I don't know how to get her to stop.
She still really likes to eat/lick hair, too.
Becca has started pulling up. The first thing I saw her pull up on was this LeapFrog table that Santa had to drop off early. Then I saw her pull up on the Great Wall tonight for the first time.
Showing off her new reindeer bib.
I got the Baby Einstein "Baby's First Signs" DVD from the library, and am glad I didn't spend money on it. The girls just won't watch tv. They'd watch for a few seconds, but toys were much more entertaining. I guess I should be happy that they don't like tv. Just thought sign language would help them feel a little less frustrated. We'll try again in another month or two.
We took the girls out to dinner on Saturday night. It gets a little easier every time, and I actually had fun. We took them to McAllister's Deli for dinner, and fed them first. They did well - were intensely interested in EVERYTHING, but they ate. We tried to give them some toys to distract them while we ate, but those ended up on the floor in, literally, about 20 seconds. So we went with cheap default toys - - straws. And only had to pick up ~ 6 off the floor when we left. Of course, Emma's last 3 straws all went down within about 5 seconds of each other. That's when we had to call it quits on the straws.
Some pictures from our night on the town:
"Where's that straw I just dropped?"
Mmmm, table. There's nothing that doesn't go in my mouth!
When we got home, everyone was out. This is how we define a successful evening.
Becca and Julie were sharing a blanket.
Emma has totally transitioned to the Infant Room (she graduated from the Newborn Room) at daycare. On Wednesday, when she was still transitioning, we picked her up in the afternoon and the teacher in the Infant Room said, "Oh, and they wanted to know if you could send her in with shoes tomorrow. She keeps losing her footing when she's trying to climb." I probably turned bright red because the first thing that went through my head was, "Uh, my kids don't have shoes." That's right. Because we're so lazy, they always just wear socks. They don't walk outside, and I try to get the socks with the traction stuff on the bottom. But then their socks don't stay on... Anyhow, we did manage to find a couple of pairs that I had forgotten about.
Emma's new kicks:
So, Emma has gotten lazy with the holding-her-own bottle thing, and has adopted what we like to call the Homer Simpson hold, where she rests it on her belly.
Who said baby proofing had to taste bad?
Playing with tupperware.
"Oh, hi! We're not doing anything!"
Greg and I took Thursday off from work to do some shopping after our conference call with Santa. (Since the girls can't write letters yet, we promised to make a call on their behalf.) We bought A LOT of baby shoes while we were out enjoying the cold weather.
This is my favorite pic from our day off, at Starbucks at the end of the day, regrouping before going to pick up the girls.
This past weekend was a bit of a blur, really. We got a couple of ornaments on the tree, and that's really about it. Didn't get to update my December Daily album like I was hoping to, but I did get some baking done (all to be given away).
My baking helpers:
Greg decorated the tree with Becca and Emma....
...while Dusty, Julie, and I slept on the couch.
My sinuses have been driving me crazy for over a month now. I went through a while where I just could not breathe through my nose. I'm just congested and my ears clog and I've got lots of sinus pressure. It's not really in my chest (no, that's the asthma) - all in my head. I also think I had an infected cyst in my sinuses (trust me, you don't want to know why I think that). I have got a doctor's appointment tomorrow, but I'm not sure if there's much they can do for me. I was going to break down and go today, but I felt a little better, got to work late this morning, forgot to drive separately, and had this appointment scheduled for Tuesday for a while.
And then daycare calls this afternoon. "Emma's got a 100.8 fever." "Probably just teething. We'll keep an eye on her." So we pick her up at the end of the day, get home, eat dinner, and everything seems fine, Up until ~7:30 when she suddenly gets really whiny and doesn't want to do anything. Yeah, 103.0 Sigh. So she'll most likely be home tomorrow. And I'll most likely miss my dr appointment (Greg's already taking the morning off to take Becca to the eye dr for a follow up). And this sinus mess will drag on...
Julie is working on clapping. She gets 2 hands together, but hasn't got an authentic clapping noise down. And I swear I hear things when she talks. I don't know if she is just making a bigger range of sounds, but I hear things (at appropriate times) like "hi dad" and "i do it" and "head" and "bad". She just laughs at you if you try to get her to repeat anything.
Did I mention that Julie eats anything? Because I think she's eating a tissue here.
Her early interventionist recommended letting her tear pages out of old magazines. Problem is, she eats them. And I'm afraid she's not going to realize the difference between "old magazines" and "books that we spent good money on."
Julie with Santa's early delivery. See the tiny little book her right hand is on? It's a switch that switches between 2 modes: a music mode and a learning mode. THIS THING IS ALL OF THEIR FAVORITE TOY ON THE WHOLE THING. It lights up and talks when you switch between modes. 90% of what we hear coming from this thing is "Musical Playground. Learning Playground. Musical Playground. Learning. Musical. Learning. Musical Playground.
Julie looking awfully big.
Becca grinds her teeth. Oh, it pains me to listen to. I don't know how to get her to stop.
She still really likes to eat/lick hair, too.
Becca has started pulling up. The first thing I saw her pull up on was this LeapFrog table that Santa had to drop off early. Then I saw her pull up on the Great Wall tonight for the first time.
Showing off her new reindeer bib.
I got the Baby Einstein "Baby's First Signs" DVD from the library, and am glad I didn't spend money on it. The girls just won't watch tv. They'd watch for a few seconds, but toys were much more entertaining. I guess I should be happy that they don't like tv. Just thought sign language would help them feel a little less frustrated. We'll try again in another month or two.
We took the girls out to dinner on Saturday night. It gets a little easier every time, and I actually had fun. We took them to McAllister's Deli for dinner, and fed them first. They did well - were intensely interested in EVERYTHING, but they ate. We tried to give them some toys to distract them while we ate, but those ended up on the floor in, literally, about 20 seconds. So we went with cheap default toys - - straws. And only had to pick up ~ 6 off the floor when we left. Of course, Emma's last 3 straws all went down within about 5 seconds of each other. That's when we had to call it quits on the straws.
Some pictures from our night on the town:
"Where's that straw I just dropped?"
Mmmm, table. There's nothing that doesn't go in my mouth!
When we got home, everyone was out. This is how we define a successful evening.
Becca and Julie were sharing a blanket.
Emma has totally transitioned to the Infant Room (she graduated from the Newborn Room) at daycare. On Wednesday, when she was still transitioning, we picked her up in the afternoon and the teacher in the Infant Room said, "Oh, and they wanted to know if you could send her in with shoes tomorrow. She keeps losing her footing when she's trying to climb." I probably turned bright red because the first thing that went through my head was, "Uh, my kids don't have shoes." That's right. Because we're so lazy, they always just wear socks. They don't walk outside, and I try to get the socks with the traction stuff on the bottom. But then their socks don't stay on... Anyhow, we did manage to find a couple of pairs that I had forgotten about.
Emma's new kicks:
So, Emma has gotten lazy with the holding-her-own bottle thing, and has adopted what we like to call the Homer Simpson hold, where she rests it on her belly.
Who said baby proofing had to taste bad?
Playing with tupperware.
"Oh, hi! We're not doing anything!"
Greg and I took Thursday off from work to do some shopping after our conference call with Santa. (Since the girls can't write letters yet, we promised to make a call on their behalf.) We bought A LOT of baby shoes while we were out enjoying the cold weather.
This is my favorite pic from our day off, at Starbucks at the end of the day, regrouping before going to pick up the girls.
This past weekend was a bit of a blur, really. We got a couple of ornaments on the tree, and that's really about it. Didn't get to update my December Daily album like I was hoping to, but I did get some baking done (all to be given away).
My baking helpers:
Greg decorated the tree with Becca and Emma....
...while Dusty, Julie, and I slept on the couch.
My sinuses have been driving me crazy for over a month now. I went through a while where I just could not breathe through my nose. I'm just congested and my ears clog and I've got lots of sinus pressure. It's not really in my chest (no, that's the asthma) - all in my head. I also think I had an infected cyst in my sinuses (trust me, you don't want to know why I think that). I have got a doctor's appointment tomorrow, but I'm not sure if there's much they can do for me. I was going to break down and go today, but I felt a little better, got to work late this morning, forgot to drive separately, and had this appointment scheduled for Tuesday for a while.
And then daycare calls this afternoon. "Emma's got a 100.8 fever." "Probably just teething. We'll keep an eye on her." So we pick her up at the end of the day, get home, eat dinner, and everything seems fine, Up until ~7:30 when she suddenly gets really whiny and doesn't want to do anything. Yeah, 103.0 Sigh. So she'll most likely be home tomorrow. And I'll most likely miss my dr appointment (Greg's already taking the morning off to take Becca to the eye dr for a follow up). And this sinus mess will drag on...
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