Meanwhile here's a little pic that I'll leave you with...
Gotta love that silly smile...
2.06.2009
Stay Tuned
For some reason we've been utterly busy, but not with anything I'd consider bloggable. So stay tuned...
Meanwhile here's a little pic that I'll leave you with...
Gotta love that silly smile...
Meanwhile here's a little pic that I'll leave you with...
Gotta love that silly smile...
1.27.2009
Those Four Dreaded Words
Lately there have been four dreaded words in our home..."I Doing Nothing Mommy!" Usually when those four words are used, it means Bear is up to no good.
"I doing nothing, Mommy!" She says as she swipes at her brother's shirt. I later find ketchup up and down Chipmunk's sleeve.
"I doing nothing, Mommy!" She calls from her room where I later find she's taken all of her clothes out from her bottom two drawers.
"I doing nothing, Mommy!" She answers after I question her about the food she's dropping on the floor.
"I doing nothing, Mommy!" She yells preventatively before I find her playing with things I've already asked her to stay away from.
"I doing nothing, Mommy!" She cries out to mask her brother's complaints as he's crawling away from her now wearing several layers of hats.
"I doing nothing, Mommy" She exclaims after I hear a loud crash and a boom.
"I yuv you, Mommy" She says afterwards, hoping that I won't notice a thing.
"I doing nothing, Mommy!" She says as she swipes at her brother's shirt. I later find ketchup up and down Chipmunk's sleeve.
"I doing nothing, Mommy!" She calls from her room where I later find she's taken all of her clothes out from her bottom two drawers.
"I doing nothing, Mommy!" She answers after I question her about the food she's dropping on the floor.
"I doing nothing, Mommy!" She yells preventatively before I find her playing with things I've already asked her to stay away from.
"I doing nothing, Mommy!" She cries out to mask her brother's complaints as he's crawling away from her now wearing several layers of hats.
"I doing nothing, Mommy" She exclaims after I hear a loud crash and a boom.
"I yuv you, Mommy" She says afterwards, hoping that I won't notice a thing.
1.18.2009
Daddy, Buy this!
Going to Costco is not just a shopping trip, it's a family outing for us. Two kids can sit in the cart comfortably, partake of yummy samples and watch as mom and dad ponder whether it's worth buying 300 diapers at a time. Bear enjoys the ride and has happy thoughts of hot dogs. Chipmunk loves the ride as long as his sister is sitting there next to him, sharing her hot dog.
Today, I parked the cart and stepped a couple of feet away when I heard, "Ooooh, wow! Daddy! Daddy! Come buy this! Buy this!"
Matt was a little confused and said, "What?! Do you know what this is?"
Bear smiled, nodded and said, "A Drum box! Buy the Drum box!"
Apparently I parked the cart next to a large pile of Guitar Hero:World Tour boxes for the Wii.
So we bought it...just kidding, we didn't. But that sure would have been a fun ending to this story. Oh well.
Today, I parked the cart and stepped a couple of feet away when I heard, "Ooooh, wow! Daddy! Daddy! Come buy this! Buy this!"
Matt was a little confused and said, "What?! Do you know what this is?"
Bear smiled, nodded and said, "A Drum box! Buy the Drum box!"
Apparently I parked the cart next to a large pile of Guitar Hero:World Tour boxes for the Wii.
So we bought it...just kidding, we didn't. But that sure would have been a fun ending to this story. Oh well.
1.11.2009
Paint, Squish, Glue, Smile
Art.
That's what Bear told me she wanted to do for her birthday party. So a little research led us to the Art Zone. After a brief visit to see what they had to offer, we were hooked. Plus, we couldn't get Bear to leave the place...so it was decided...
Seriously, clay, some goopy stuff, easels stocked with paint, projects with glue and beads, a play area with dress up clothes, paint that you can spray on fake windows and then squeegee, and a mud and water room for...yup, playing with mud and water. It's one of those places you walk in and think, "man, I wish I was a kid again."
Add some pizza, spam musubi and a chocolate cake, invite some friends from play group, and you've got a party!
She was so tired afterwards, she passed out on our couch...hopefully dreaming about fun, art-y things.
Now on to plan Chipmunk's dohl.
That's what Bear told me she wanted to do for her birthday party. So a little research led us to the Art Zone. After a brief visit to see what they had to offer, we were hooked. Plus, we couldn't get Bear to leave the place...so it was decided...
Seriously, clay, some goopy stuff, easels stocked with paint, projects with glue and beads, a play area with dress up clothes, paint that you can spray on fake windows and then squeegee, and a mud and water room for...yup, playing with mud and water. It's one of those places you walk in and think, "man, I wish I was a kid again."
Add some pizza, spam musubi and a chocolate cake, invite some friends from play group, and you've got a party!
She was so tired afterwards, she passed out on our couch...hopefully dreaming about fun, art-y things.
Now on to plan Chipmunk's dohl.
1.07.2009
Retaliation
I still worry that our assertive, outgoing Bear will overshadow her brother, but lately I have been seeing signs of Chipmunk standing his ground. He has a few techniques:
1) Diplomacy - First he uses his words...well, his word (singular). Not so surprisingly, with a sister always telling him "no," Chipmunk has learned to reply back with "no." (Bear: No Baby, that's mine! - Chipmunk: (babble) No! )
2) Bartering - I've often seen him offering up whatever toy he has at the moment to his sister, perhaps in hope that she'll trade in return.
3) Thievery - After bartering fails, he resorts to stealing. He waits and watches, and the moment Bear puts down the desired toy, he pounces. Sometimes Bear looks up and finds her toy gone not even noticing Chipmunk swept by and stole it. Of course, Bear then grabs the toy back and then hides it behind the couch or behind a closed door even quicker.
4) Take Down - When diplomacy, bartering and thievery has failed, Chipmunk then retaliates with physical force. I've witnessed a few times our 22-pound 10 month old crawl up to his 30-pound sister, grab her around the waist and then pull her backward to the floor...thud. After that, he purposely crawls over her to hold her down so that he can reach the toy once again.
I'm curious to see how this will pan out in their future as siblings.
1) Diplomacy - First he uses his words...well, his word (singular). Not so surprisingly, with a sister always telling him "no," Chipmunk has learned to reply back with "no." (Bear: No Baby, that's mine! - Chipmunk: (babble) No! )
2) Bartering - I've often seen him offering up whatever toy he has at the moment to his sister, perhaps in hope that she'll trade in return.
3) Thievery - After bartering fails, he resorts to stealing. He waits and watches, and the moment Bear puts down the desired toy, he pounces. Sometimes Bear looks up and finds her toy gone not even noticing Chipmunk swept by and stole it. Of course, Bear then grabs the toy back and then hides it behind the couch or behind a closed door even quicker.
4) Take Down - When diplomacy, bartering and thievery has failed, Chipmunk then retaliates with physical force. I've witnessed a few times our 22-pound 10 month old crawl up to his 30-pound sister, grab her around the waist and then pull her backward to the floor...thud. After that, he purposely crawls over her to hold her down so that he can reach the toy once again.
I'm curious to see how this will pan out in their future as siblings.
1.03.2009
Returning to Normal Land
With travel and illnesses, it's been slow trying to get back to what we call "normal" in our home. Bear is finally remembering to use her "please" and her "thank you" without our prompting. She's also remembering what it's like to actually take afternoon naps. Chipmunk who has been super-clingy and seems to have developed some kind of super-baby-anxiety is starting to regain his independence. Once his fever broke, he still wasn't acting like his usual happy self, but slowly, day by day, he's starting to regain his appetite for food and for life. And naps? Oh yes, the naps are getting back on track, too.
It's kind of funny though how hard you have to work just to adjust everyone back to a normal schedule, but it's definitely necessary for sanity.
Speaking of normal, here's a funny Bear story...
So she runs up to me like this, hat over one eye and says, "Look, Mommy! I'm a pirate! Arrrrrrrr!" Then she proceeded to "Arrrrr!" all over the livingroom.
Now that's normal for our home.
It's kind of funny though how hard you have to work just to adjust everyone back to a normal schedule, but it's definitely necessary for sanity.
Speaking of normal, here's a funny Bear story...
So she runs up to me like this, hat over one eye and says, "Look, Mommy! I'm a pirate! Arrrrrrrr!" Then she proceeded to "Arrrrr!" all over the livingroom.
Now that's normal for our home.
12.31.2008
Through Bear's Eyes
I used to wonder what Bear's view of the world was like...what she sees and how she sees it. For her birthday she got her very own camera. Apparently this is how she views the world...Hope you enjoy her version of our trip.
The rest...
So our trip wasn't all bad. There were some good memorable moments...
...celebrating the fact that it was Chipmunk's first Christmas.
...visiting the Snoopy store and ice rink in Santa Rosa, CA.
...Bear learning the word "zamboni."
...celebrating a birthday.
...spending time with loved ones.
Hope you all had a wonderful...virus-free...holiday.
...celebrating the fact that it was Chipmunk's first Christmas.
...visiting the Snoopy store and ice rink in Santa Rosa, CA.
...Bear learning the word "zamboni."
...celebrating a birthday.
...spending time with loved ones.
Hope you all had a wonderful...virus-free...holiday.
12.28.2008
Sick in Sacramento
Christmas was rough this year. The kids were sick. Yup, again. This time wasn't so fun though. We ran the whole gamut from fevers to upset stomachs. It was one messy Christmas...ew.
Bear was fine after about a day or so, but Chipmunk is still not doing so well. After peaking at a fever of 104.1, we took him to see a doctor who basically told us that there wasn't much to be done, prescribed some meds and sent us on our way. Currently he's still running a lowgrade fever, and just not eating much by way of solid foods. Plus, he's super unhappy and seems to be only wanting the comfort of mom.
So Chipmunk spent his first Christmas very much the same way Bear spent her first Christmas...ill.
So amidst all the icky symptoms we've tried to have as normal a Christmas as possible.
Tried.
So we're still here...sick in Sacramento.
Bear was fine after about a day or so, but Chipmunk is still not doing so well. After peaking at a fever of 104.1, we took him to see a doctor who basically told us that there wasn't much to be done, prescribed some meds and sent us on our way. Currently he's still running a lowgrade fever, and just not eating much by way of solid foods. Plus, he's super unhappy and seems to be only wanting the comfort of mom.
So Chipmunk spent his first Christmas very much the same way Bear spent her first Christmas...ill.
So amidst all the icky symptoms we've tried to have as normal a Christmas as possible.
Tried.
So we're still here...sick in Sacramento.
12.26.2008
3 years
I can't believe our little girl is three years old today.
I still remember that night three years ago...coming home from a family Christmas, feeling like I ate one too many scoops of super cheesy mashed potatoes...Matt felt it, too (indigestion...ugh). We couldn't sleep that night and little did we know that we wouldn't sleep that night. I remember it was 3 am when I decided that I just couldn't sleep so I propped my pregnant self up with pillows to read a book. About 5 minutes into my reading I felt really weird and decided to get out of bed. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom my water broke, surprise hit my face and with a weak voice I managed to yell out to Matt who responded, "what! are you serious?!"
Calmly, yet quickly...we were out the door, into the car, driving quietly into the night to the unloading zone at the hospital...I remember a security guard wheeling me into labor and delivery...getting settled into a room and then the constant questions, check ups, contractions, ivs, whirlwind of procedures...
And then it all stopped...at least that's what it felt like to me. It was as if time slowed down as my little girl was being placed into my arms...my tiny baby girl with her chubby cheeks and soft mound of black hair. It was surreal.
And today, she's three years old. She's no longer my baby, but rather my child. She's roasting bears, drawing monsters and calling firemen on the phone. With her constant conversation and her insatiable curiosity (why? why? why?) and her beaming personality, I'm still as amazed now as I was back then.
3 years old. Wow.
Happy Birthday, Little Bear!
I still remember that night three years ago...coming home from a family Christmas, feeling like I ate one too many scoops of super cheesy mashed potatoes...Matt felt it, too (indigestion...ugh). We couldn't sleep that night and little did we know that we wouldn't sleep that night. I remember it was 3 am when I decided that I just couldn't sleep so I propped my pregnant self up with pillows to read a book. About 5 minutes into my reading I felt really weird and decided to get out of bed. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom my water broke, surprise hit my face and with a weak voice I managed to yell out to Matt who responded, "what! are you serious?!"
Calmly, yet quickly...we were out the door, into the car, driving quietly into the night to the unloading zone at the hospital...I remember a security guard wheeling me into labor and delivery...getting settled into a room and then the constant questions, check ups, contractions, ivs, whirlwind of procedures...
And then it all stopped...at least that's what it felt like to me. It was as if time slowed down as my little girl was being placed into my arms...my tiny baby girl with her chubby cheeks and soft mound of black hair. It was surreal.
And today, she's three years old. She's no longer my baby, but rather my child. She's roasting bears, drawing monsters and calling firemen on the phone. With her constant conversation and her insatiable curiosity (why? why? why?) and her beaming personality, I'm still as amazed now as I was back then.
3 years old. Wow.
Happy Birthday, Little Bear!
12.25.2008
12.24.2008
Climber
I think because his sister didn't start crawling (and combat crawling at that) until she was 10 months old, it feels like Chipmunk is on the fast track. He crawled a little before he was 6 months old, pulled himself up to standing a month later and has been cruising ever since. When he hit 10 months old he started doing something Bear didn't start until she was almost 2 years old...climbing.
He climbs on top of plastic tubs. He climbs onto the kitchen play set (as you can see above). Lately, he's been climbing into and out of the exersaucer on his own, too.
I hope he doesn't figure out how to climb out of the crib. Scary thought.
12.23.2008
12.22.2008
Chipmunk Bites
Since we are traveling to see family this week, I scheduled some random posts to pop up during this week...just in case you miss us and need to read more about what we've been up to.
Chipmunk has this thing about biting.
See this?
And this?
He also bit out chunks of wood from the 30 year old vintage crib at his grandparents house.
Occasionally, he takes a bite of my knee or arm.
At our visit to the County Fair last Fall, I found a hole in the map right where we were trying to look for information.
He's ripped holes, made scratches and punctured with those eight little teeth.
Man, he's got strong teeth.
Chipmunk has this thing about biting.
See this?
And this?
He also bit out chunks of wood from the 30 year old vintage crib at his grandparents house.
Occasionally, he takes a bite of my knee or arm.
At our visit to the County Fair last Fall, I found a hole in the map right where we were trying to look for information.
He's ripped holes, made scratches and punctured with those eight little teeth.
Man, he's got strong teeth.
12.21.2008
Another ha ha moment
Lately, Bear has been enamored with talking on the telephone. This is one of her most recent "imaginary" conversations.
"Hello? Dire Dighter (Fire fighter)? We need help. You coming? You come in the truck. Okay, Dire Dighter. See you later!"
She's not yet three and already imagining about firemen rescuing her. Hmmm.
Chipmunk's latest attempt at talking? "Whooooaaa!" whenever he sees something worth the exclamation. Oh, and "ssssssss" which in baby talk is "cheese" as in whenever Bear points her camera at him.
Silly kids.
"Hello? Dire Dighter (Fire fighter)? We need help. You coming? You come in the truck. Okay, Dire Dighter. See you later!"
She's not yet three and already imagining about firemen rescuing her. Hmmm.
Chipmunk's latest attempt at talking? "Whooooaaa!" whenever he sees something worth the exclamation. Oh, and "ssssssss" which in baby talk is "cheese" as in whenever Bear points her camera at him.
Silly kids.
12.19.2008
Internet Hiatus
We've been having withdrawal these past four days. Why??? Our lovely internet was out. Gone. Nada. Not only the internet, but our cable service was out, too. So we were put on a non-self-imposed internet hiatus (no paying bills, no online Christmas shopping, no updates for our Tivo service). Yup, no tv, no internet...Whatever did we do with ourselves these past four days?
So for all of you waiting for our Christmas cards (my address list was online) or return emails, they're coming. If you noticed that my commenting on Facebook was non-existent or that our blogs have been mysteriously quiet, well we've been sitting here twiddling our thumbs instead. Right.
Surprisingly, it felt twice as busy. Who knew?
So for all of you waiting for our Christmas cards (my address list was online) or return emails, they're coming. If you noticed that my commenting on Facebook was non-existent or that our blogs have been mysteriously quiet, well we've been sitting here twiddling our thumbs instead. Right.
Surprisingly, it felt twice as busy. Who knew?
12.10.2008
Why We Love Costco
After spending an hour or so looking for Chipmunk's teddy bear, we left Costco resigned to the fact that we would never see "Bear Bear" again. Today Matt called and they had found the bear and kept it for us to pick up.
Besides the cheap hot dogs, that is why we love Costco.
Besides the cheap hot dogs, that is why we love Costco.
12.05.2008
The Budding Artiste
Bear has been loving "art" lately. Whenever she gets a chance she runs up to me and asks, "I do art?" This means pulling out her box with her crayons and glue and scissors and a quiet 45 minutes of her "creating." Her favorite part being when her work is completed and she runs up to show either Matt or myself her masterpiece. Before her work consisted of random blobs and scribbles, but lately her work is starting to take actual shape and form. So now for you, our blog readers, we present Bear's gallery of her latest artwork.
"Monster," 2008. Medium: Magnadoodle.
"Monster has Belly Button," 2008. Medium: Magnadoodle.
"Orange Fish," 2008. Medium: Orange Crayon.
"Daddy, Mommy, me and Baby and Sonja," 2008. Medium: Purple Crayon.
She really enjoys her "art." She's like a little Miro.
"Monster," 2008. Medium: Magnadoodle.
"Monster has Belly Button," 2008. Medium: Magnadoodle.
"Orange Fish," 2008. Medium: Orange Crayon.
"Daddy, Mommy, me and Baby and Sonja," 2008. Medium: Purple Crayon.
She really enjoys her "art." She's like a little Miro.
12.01.2008
Thanksgiving Recap 2008
Busy weekends have a way of sneaking by in a mad rush. Thanksgiving weekend was almost "thankless" mostly because we didn't have enough opportunity to give thanks through all the busy-ness. So better late than never...here are our thanks:
Wednesday: We're thankful for arriving safely, despite the rain, traffic and 10 hours stuck on the road. We're thankful for a warm place to sleep and seeing Matt's family again.
Thursday: We're thankful for family gatherings. We're thankful for great-grandmas and aunts and cousins and dim sum. We're thankful for smoked turkeys and full tummies and ample relatives to watch over our happy children. We're also thankful for home-baked apple pie and ice cream.
Friday: We're thankful that Berkeley is only a hop-skip-and-a-jump from Sacramento. We're thankful for seeing my family healthy and well. We're thankful for fondue and artichoke and purple yams. We're thankful for B the dog, who put up with Bear and kept her company most of the day. (We're also thankful for Black Friday sales at the Apple store...hee hee)
Saturday: We're thankful for the newly renovated Science museum at Golden Gate Park which had Bear and Chipmunk exclaiming "wow!" from the moment we arrived. We're thankful for R and her forethought in getting tickets online weeks ago because otherwise we wouldn't have been let in. (By the way, I highly recommend it...super-cool exhibits for nerds like me).
Sunday: We're thankful for Sunday mornings, catching up with friends and celebrating soon-to-be parents. We're thankful for long afternoon naps and chances to bake with grandmas.
Monday: We're thankful for being able to come home safely, settle in and rest up from a long, fun weekend.
And some pics...
Wednesday: We're thankful for arriving safely, despite the rain, traffic and 10 hours stuck on the road. We're thankful for a warm place to sleep and seeing Matt's family again.
Thursday: We're thankful for family gatherings. We're thankful for great-grandmas and aunts and cousins and dim sum. We're thankful for smoked turkeys and full tummies and ample relatives to watch over our happy children. We're also thankful for home-baked apple pie and ice cream.
Friday: We're thankful that Berkeley is only a hop-skip-and-a-jump from Sacramento. We're thankful for seeing my family healthy and well. We're thankful for fondue and artichoke and purple yams. We're thankful for B the dog, who put up with Bear and kept her company most of the day. (We're also thankful for Black Friday sales at the Apple store...hee hee)
Saturday: We're thankful for the newly renovated Science museum at Golden Gate Park which had Bear and Chipmunk exclaiming "wow!" from the moment we arrived. We're thankful for R and her forethought in getting tickets online weeks ago because otherwise we wouldn't have been let in. (By the way, I highly recommend it...super-cool exhibits for nerds like me).
Sunday: We're thankful for Sunday mornings, catching up with friends and celebrating soon-to-be parents. We're thankful for long afternoon naps and chances to bake with grandmas.
Monday: We're thankful for being able to come home safely, settle in and rest up from a long, fun weekend.
And some pics...
11.21.2008
Ill Effects
My kids are ill again. It's becoming a little too common for my taste. They also have this knack for getting sick a week before we see the grandparents. Doesn't matter whether the grandparents are coming here for a visit or we're traveling to see them, they just have impeccable timing. And of course, now that Thanksgiving is fast approaching they seem to have caught another bug.
Bear caught the bug first. The fever was so sudden that it caused her to have another febrile seizure. And yes, I know it's a normal reaction to a sudden, rising fever for many young kids...nonetheless, it's still hard to watch. At least this time I didn't panic...just went down my mental checklist of to-dos (tylenol, lukewarm bath, lots of liquids, wait...). She was over the worst of it after a day of rest...
Next it was Chipmunk's turn (minus the seizure). He just felt warm tonight, so to be cautious I took his temp and the thermometer blinked 101.9 at me. So just to be safe, we took the same precautions and went down the fever checklist. Now he's sleeping, feels cooler to the touch, and I'm holding my breath because I know it's going to be a long night of wakings.
I know they'll be fine, they have strong immune systems, but every time they get sick my head runs through lists of questions usually starting with "Is it my fault??
I know I can't control what germs they come in contact with, nor would I want to be constantly covering them with antibiotic junk (not good!), but I start developing this itch every time they fall ill. It's the itch that tells me that my kids got sick because of something that I did or didn't do. I didn't clean the house enough. I didn't give them proper naps. I didn't wash their hands after letting them play somewhere. I let them eat that cheerio that fell on the carpet.
I know that it's not true, but I still think this way despite. Is this normal? Or am I the one that is sick?
Bear caught the bug first. The fever was so sudden that it caused her to have another febrile seizure. And yes, I know it's a normal reaction to a sudden, rising fever for many young kids...nonetheless, it's still hard to watch. At least this time I didn't panic...just went down my mental checklist of to-dos (tylenol, lukewarm bath, lots of liquids, wait...). She was over the worst of it after a day of rest...
Next it was Chipmunk's turn (minus the seizure). He just felt warm tonight, so to be cautious I took his temp and the thermometer blinked 101.9 at me. So just to be safe, we took the same precautions and went down the fever checklist. Now he's sleeping, feels cooler to the touch, and I'm holding my breath because I know it's going to be a long night of wakings.
I know they'll be fine, they have strong immune systems, but every time they get sick my head runs through lists of questions usually starting with "Is it my fault??
I know I can't control what germs they come in contact with, nor would I want to be constantly covering them with antibiotic junk (not good!), but I start developing this itch every time they fall ill. It's the itch that tells me that my kids got sick because of something that I did or didn't do. I didn't clean the house enough. I didn't give them proper naps. I didn't wash their hands after letting them play somewhere. I let them eat that cheerio that fell on the carpet.
I know that it's not true, but I still think this way despite. Is this normal? Or am I the one that is sick?
11.20.2008
Nine Months...
Well Chipmunk has now officially been outside the womb just as long as he's been in it, and I must say that it's quite impressive how much he's grown.
Weight: 21 lbs, 12 oz (70%ile)
Height: 29 and three quarters inches (90%ile)
All the doctor had to say was, "he's a big boy!"
Yup, he is a big boy. Oof.
Weight: 21 lbs, 12 oz (70%ile)
Height: 29 and three quarters inches (90%ile)
All the doctor had to say was, "he's a big boy!"
Yup, he is a big boy. Oof.
11.14.2008
Dear Blog
Dear Blog,
I'm sorry that we've been neglecting you lately. As much as we'd like to keep up and post our daily thoughts and adventures, it's just been hard getting to the computer to do anything besides mindless internet surfing (or computer games).
It's been busy. Mostly because now that Chipmunk is at a place where he's more content doing things on his own...playing, falling asleep, eating...I've been working more on those goals that I've left by the wayside since his birth.
So papers are finally getting organized, Bear is potty training and learning her alphabet sounds, I've been finding some time to read and to craft, we've been utilizing our local library, and Matt has been keeping himself busy, too.
The other reason we haven't had much to post is because well, life has gotten to a rather routine point. Our days are filled with organized naps and meals and I always said I didn't want to just write fluff. But perhaps now that the holidays are coming we'll at least have some trips and merry diversions to post about in the near future.
Until then, dear blog, sit tight. We'll catch up with you soon.
Sincerely,
Us
I'm sorry that we've been neglecting you lately. As much as we'd like to keep up and post our daily thoughts and adventures, it's just been hard getting to the computer to do anything besides mindless internet surfing (or computer games).
It's been busy. Mostly because now that Chipmunk is at a place where he's more content doing things on his own...playing, falling asleep, eating...I've been working more on those goals that I've left by the wayside since his birth.
So papers are finally getting organized, Bear is potty training and learning her alphabet sounds, I've been finding some time to read and to craft, we've been utilizing our local library, and Matt has been keeping himself busy, too.
The other reason we haven't had much to post is because well, life has gotten to a rather routine point. Our days are filled with organized naps and meals and I always said I didn't want to just write fluff. But perhaps now that the holidays are coming we'll at least have some trips and merry diversions to post about in the near future.
Until then, dear blog, sit tight. We'll catch up with you soon.
Sincerely,
Us
11.07.2008
Our library visit
Today, at our visit to the library, Bear outdid herself. I couldn't stop laughing at her comments.
On the weather outside:
Bear: Exiting the library "Wow, whatta nithe(nice) day! Nithe, thunny (sunny) day outside."
When you realize perhaps there should be more visits to the library and less television:
Bear: Sitting outside by a water fountain "I see a quirl(squirrel), mommy! A quirl like on tv like on Curious George!"
On being sixteen:
Bear: Getting into the car "I want to drive the car, mommy. I want to drive home."
Me: You know, you're not supposed to drive the car unless you're sixteen years old.
Bear: "Sixteen? Oh, okay."
On the weather outside:
Bear: Exiting the library "Wow, whatta nithe(nice) day! Nithe, thunny (sunny) day outside."
When you realize perhaps there should be more visits to the library and less television:
Bear: Sitting outside by a water fountain "I see a quirl(squirrel), mommy! A quirl like on tv like on Curious George!"
On being sixteen:
Bear: Getting into the car "I want to drive the car, mommy. I want to drive home."
Me: You know, you're not supposed to drive the car unless you're sixteen years old.
Bear: "Sixteen? Oh, okay."
11.05.2008
Hungry?
I just watched Bear finish two hard-boiled eggs, 1 bowl of cereal with milk, and a whole banana and then ask for more. Meanwhile, on the other side of the table Chipmunk ate a whole container of baby yogurt, a quarter cup of oatmeal, one egg yolk and then follow with a whole banana himself. Then he pounded the table asking for more, so I sprinkled the table with Cheerios.
Yes, I do feed them regularly.
People are always commenting on my kids' eating habits. Not just about how much they eat, but what they eat. My daughter would rather eat her salad than her slice of pizza. My kids could sit through a whole meal scarfing just broccoli and tofu. So when Bear asks if she can have a little ice cream, I indulge, only because I know it won't curb her regular appetite for things like celery and carrots.
I'm not complaining, especially since I've seen families who run after their kids with spoon in hand forcing them to eat something. It's just that I've noticed how much more I've been purchasing at the grocery stores and how much more often I have to visit these establishments just to keep up with their little bellies. Plus, what goes in, must come out as they say, and I often get the short end of the stick on that one.
One day I'll tell them about what good eaters they were as babes. I'll tell them stories about how strangers at restaurants always commented on how they loved watching them eat or at the amount of greenery that inhabited their plates. I'll tell them about how meals were no problem because they sat the whole time and ate. But I'll also remind them how blessed they were that they could get their fill on a regular basis and how blessed they were for never having to want.
In the meantime, I think I need to go cook. I'm running out of cooked broccoli.
Yes, I do feed them regularly.
People are always commenting on my kids' eating habits. Not just about how much they eat, but what they eat. My daughter would rather eat her salad than her slice of pizza. My kids could sit through a whole meal scarfing just broccoli and tofu. So when Bear asks if she can have a little ice cream, I indulge, only because I know it won't curb her regular appetite for things like celery and carrots.
I'm not complaining, especially since I've seen families who run after their kids with spoon in hand forcing them to eat something. It's just that I've noticed how much more I've been purchasing at the grocery stores and how much more often I have to visit these establishments just to keep up with their little bellies. Plus, what goes in, must come out as they say, and I often get the short end of the stick on that one.
One day I'll tell them about what good eaters they were as babes. I'll tell them stories about how strangers at restaurants always commented on how they loved watching them eat or at the amount of greenery that inhabited their plates. I'll tell them about how meals were no problem because they sat the whole time and ate. But I'll also remind them how blessed they were that they could get their fill on a regular basis and how blessed they were for never having to want.
In the meantime, I think I need to go cook. I'm running out of cooked broccoli.
11.04.2008
Bear's Vote
While throngs of citizens around the nation are casting their vote for what is probably the most historic election that I've witnessed in my lifetime, Bear is sitting in her room trying to decide what shoes will adorn her tiny feet.
Carefully she pulls pairs of shoes out of her shoe drawer and inspects them. She makes comments here and there and tries each pair of shoes on. Then when she's finished she replaces her shoes carefully back into the red plastic drawer. And it goes on for an hour or so.
"Oh, wow! Nice shoes!"
"So pretty!"
"I like these shoes!"
"These my dance-y shoes!"
"Oh, shiny!"
In the end she decided on her "dance-y shoes," well, because they're "dance-y" and they matched her shirt. That's our little girl for you.
Next vote: Purses
Carefully she pulls pairs of shoes out of her shoe drawer and inspects them. She makes comments here and there and tries each pair of shoes on. Then when she's finished she replaces her shoes carefully back into the red plastic drawer. And it goes on for an hour or so.
"Oh, wow! Nice shoes!"
"So pretty!"
"I like these shoes!"
"These my dance-y shoes!"
"Oh, shiny!"
In the end she decided on her "dance-y shoes," well, because they're "dance-y" and they matched her shirt. That's our little girl for you.
Next vote: Purses
11.01.2008
Priorities
So we realized this week that we haven't taught Chipmunk how to do any of those basic baby things...oh, you know, like clapping hands...yet he already knows how to signal a touchdown. We have priorities in this household.
Pumpkin Aftermath
After you carve pumpkins, you roast the seeds!
After carving pumpkins the kids were too excited and riled up. So excited were they that naps were scarce that afternoon. After putting Bear to bed twice for her nap, I thought she was finally asleep. Nope. I found her a half hour later playing with her toys in the hallway. Sneaky. So napless and tired we headed out.
Bear did her usual Trick or Treating at the local mall amongst the throngs of costumed kids. "Twick or Tweet!"
Chipmunk was a little upset...perhaps because Bear wouldn't share her candy with him.
Then it was on to our church where they were hosting a "Children's Night." Bear ran around playing games to her heart's content. Chipmunk was a little tired, so he stuck to me like glue. All twenty-something pounds. Oof.
After we put our overtired kids to bed, I told Matt, "I'm so glad everyday isn't Halloween." Pooped.
After carving pumpkins the kids were too excited and riled up. So excited were they that naps were scarce that afternoon. After putting Bear to bed twice for her nap, I thought she was finally asleep. Nope. I found her a half hour later playing with her toys in the hallway. Sneaky. So napless and tired we headed out.
Bear did her usual Trick or Treating at the local mall amongst the throngs of costumed kids. "Twick or Tweet!"
Chipmunk was a little upset...perhaps because Bear wouldn't share her candy with him.
Then it was on to our church where they were hosting a "Children's Night." Bear ran around playing games to her heart's content. Chipmunk was a little tired, so he stuck to me like glue. All twenty-something pounds. Oof.
After we put our overtired kids to bed, I told Matt, "I'm so glad everyday isn't Halloween." Pooped.
10.31.2008
Pumpkin Fun
We stumbled into the pumpkin patch this morning and the only rule I gave Bear was the same one my parents gave me: "As long as you can carry the pumpkin yourself, we can buy it." She picked out a small one, perfect sized that she could carry to the cash register herself.
She carried that pumpkin to the car, from the car into our home, and then all the way to the kitchen table. I opened it up and she cleaned out the pumpkin herself. Then she helped me pick out the seeds.
She had a grand ol' time squishing the pumpkin guts between her fingers. After a while she decided that she wanted a happy face on her pumpkin. I carved a face and then she added the "freckles."
Chipmunk made his own pumpkin, too...er, well he had a little help. He did however mention that he wanted Hoho the monkey on it from "Ni Hao, Kai Lan."
They're both very excited about getting all dressed up in their costumes and Bear is even practicing how to say, "Trick or Treat." What fun!
She carried that pumpkin to the car, from the car into our home, and then all the way to the kitchen table. I opened it up and she cleaned out the pumpkin herself. Then she helped me pick out the seeds.
She had a grand ol' time squishing the pumpkin guts between her fingers. After a while she decided that she wanted a happy face on her pumpkin. I carved a face and then she added the "freckles."
Chipmunk made his own pumpkin, too...er, well he had a little help. He did however mention that he wanted Hoho the monkey on it from "Ni Hao, Kai Lan."
They're both very excited about getting all dressed up in their costumes and Bear is even practicing how to say, "Trick or Treat." What fun!
10.30.2008
Whoosh!
That's the sound of time flying by.
October is in its last leg and I'm already starting to stress about the holiday season. Seriously. There's something wrong with me.
First of all, I don't deal with stress well...scratch that. I don't deal with the anticipation of stress well. See, we're not even there yet and I'm already starting to worry about travel plans and gift buying. It's silly, I know. But here I am wondering if Chipmunk will be needing a warm coat this winter.
Everyday I'm reminded about how quickly things progress. Chipmunk is cruising around our home. Bear is losing those babyish features and becoming more and more childlike. Another anniversary, another birthday, another set of holidays to travel and plan for.
Whoosh.
Perhaps that's also the sound of the last of my energy deflating.
October is in its last leg and I'm already starting to stress about the holiday season. Seriously. There's something wrong with me.
First of all, I don't deal with stress well...scratch that. I don't deal with the anticipation of stress well. See, we're not even there yet and I'm already starting to worry about travel plans and gift buying. It's silly, I know. But here I am wondering if Chipmunk will be needing a warm coat this winter.
Everyday I'm reminded about how quickly things progress. Chipmunk is cruising around our home. Bear is losing those babyish features and becoming more and more childlike. Another anniversary, another birthday, another set of holidays to travel and plan for.
Whoosh.
Perhaps that's also the sound of the last of my energy deflating.
10.16.2008
Foiled Again
I don't sleep well. Never have. There's just something about me and sleep that doesn't mesh well, which is bad because, well...sleep is kind of necessary and good for me and so on and so forth.
So it always amazes me how something that it so necessary and so vital is the hardest thing for me to do sometimes. I lay awake at night listening to the various sounds of our neighborhood and the thoughts swirling in my head, so that come morning I'm super tired and just not the best caregiver to two kids. So I try napping, but those naps seem to just mess up my schedule even further. It's a vicious cycle.
Yet, the internet is plastered with articles about how getting a proper night's sleep is important and could even save us money.
So tonight I had it planned to go to bed earlier (earlier, not early - baby steps, please!). I had a good start. I finished watching Project Runway, managed to get in my bedtime routine, read a little and settle in for the night.
And yet it's 1 am and I'm still up (and writing a blog no less!) and my little Bear is laying on our couch listening to the sound of my typing after shuffling into our bedroom and crying because Chipmunk was whimpering in his crib.
I'll just have to try again tomorrow night. *Sigh*
So it always amazes me how something that it so necessary and so vital is the hardest thing for me to do sometimes. I lay awake at night listening to the various sounds of our neighborhood and the thoughts swirling in my head, so that come morning I'm super tired and just not the best caregiver to two kids. So I try napping, but those naps seem to just mess up my schedule even further. It's a vicious cycle.
Yet, the internet is plastered with articles about how getting a proper night's sleep is important and could even save us money.
So tonight I had it planned to go to bed earlier (earlier, not early - baby steps, please!). I had a good start. I finished watching Project Runway, managed to get in my bedtime routine, read a little and settle in for the night.
And yet it's 1 am and I'm still up (and writing a blog no less!) and my little Bear is laying on our couch listening to the sound of my typing after shuffling into our bedroom and crying because Chipmunk was whimpering in his crib.
I'll just have to try again tomorrow night. *Sigh*
10.10.2008
October Is In Full Swing!
I actually got an early start on costume-making this year. I figured that with two costumes to put together (and my shotty tailoring skills), I better not procrastinate.
Matt finally got his little jedi. I vetoed his "St@r Wars" votes the last two years for Bear, but this year he got his wish for Chipmunk.
This was the first year we let Bear choose her own costume. Even before we could come up with some suitable choices she decided she would be a "pink PIN-cess!"
She picked out her own fabric, too. Pink and shiny.
Oh, and we can't forget the little friends...
Looks like October is in full swing!
Matt finally got his little jedi. I vetoed his "St@r Wars" votes the last two years for Bear, but this year he got his wish for Chipmunk.
This was the first year we let Bear choose her own costume. Even before we could come up with some suitable choices she decided she would be a "pink PIN-cess!"
She picked out her own fabric, too. Pink and shiny.
Oh, and we can't forget the little friends...
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Looks like October is in full swing!
10.01.2008
A Little Hello
Hello! I know it's been a while since we last posted. Just been busy. That's all. Nothing major. We're still here, and we're glad that you've stopped by.
Bear says hello. She is sorry she hasn't had much time to spend with you. Her schedule has been jam-packed with play dates, birthday parties and more play dates, but she hasn't forgotten about you.
She wanted to tell you all about her bicycle and how she hopes to learn to ride it someday. She's also been taking good care of her brother and taking the time to sing songs loudly wherever she goes.
Chipmunk also says hello. He is sorry that he hasn't had the opportunity to tell you what he's been up to. He's been busy crawling around and learning how to pull himself to a standing position.
About 2 weeks ago he had an epiphany and realized how much fun it is to be him. He enjoys his car rides, loves playing with his sister (crawls after her screaming with glee), and enjoys eating all his meals. His mom thinks he's a completely different baby sometimes. So he's sorry he hasn't had time to post, but he's been busy enjoying life.
So hello to all of you out there! We hope you are all well, too.
Bear says hello. She is sorry she hasn't had much time to spend with you. Her schedule has been jam-packed with play dates, birthday parties and more play dates, but she hasn't forgotten about you.
She wanted to tell you all about her bicycle and how she hopes to learn to ride it someday. She's also been taking good care of her brother and taking the time to sing songs loudly wherever she goes.
Chipmunk also says hello. He is sorry that he hasn't had the opportunity to tell you what he's been up to. He's been busy crawling around and learning how to pull himself to a standing position.
About 2 weeks ago he had an epiphany and realized how much fun it is to be him. He enjoys his car rides, loves playing with his sister (crawls after her screaming with glee), and enjoys eating all his meals. His mom thinks he's a completely different baby sometimes. So he's sorry he hasn't had time to post, but he's been busy enjoying life.
So hello to all of you out there! We hope you are all well, too.
9.18.2008
Medical Mystery
Matt went to bed last night after dosing himself with some Nyquil trying to shake off the chills. I managed to put Chipmunk to sleep despite his head congestion and inability to breathe through his nose. Bear woke up at about 10:30 whimpering on and off because she was having trouble with her stuffy nose and couldn't comfortably fall asleep again for hours
Me? I'm quite well.
It's a medical mystery to me. I'm always healthy and my family is wheezing up a storm around me. I get the least amount of sleep, too. If anything, I should be the one who is sick all the time. It doesn't make sense to me.
My optimistic friends always tell me, "what's wrong with that? That's a good thing because then there is someone to take care of the rest of the family." True. If I was sick with the rest of them, I'd still have to take care of them all, just feel miserable while doing so.
I was sick a lot as a kid. Perhaps that has something to do with it. It got to the point where people stopped taking care of me because I already knew how to take care of myself. Whenever I came down with something, I got the, "oh she'll be fine-she's always sick" response, whereas my sister would complain of a stomach pain and they were plotting which route to take to the hospital. Then again, she just didn't get sick that often. Now she gets sick everytime she hangs out with my kids. Go figure.
So for the next couple of days and nights I'll be taking care of my family. I just hope after they're healthy again, they'll let me sleep for a couple of days.
Me? I'm quite well.
It's a medical mystery to me. I'm always healthy and my family is wheezing up a storm around me. I get the least amount of sleep, too. If anything, I should be the one who is sick all the time. It doesn't make sense to me.
My optimistic friends always tell me, "what's wrong with that? That's a good thing because then there is someone to take care of the rest of the family." True. If I was sick with the rest of them, I'd still have to take care of them all, just feel miserable while doing so.
I was sick a lot as a kid. Perhaps that has something to do with it. It got to the point where people stopped taking care of me because I already knew how to take care of myself. Whenever I came down with something, I got the, "oh she'll be fine-she's always sick" response, whereas my sister would complain of a stomach pain and they were plotting which route to take to the hospital. Then again, she just didn't get sick that often. Now she gets sick everytime she hangs out with my kids. Go figure.
So for the next couple of days and nights I'll be taking care of my family. I just hope after they're healthy again, they'll let me sleep for a couple of days.
9.16.2008
Mommy in Distress
It's been a rough day with Chipmunk. He caught a cold and is having trouble sleeping. At one rough moment in the day, Bear ran up and said, "Mommy, I come rescue you, okay?"
Sweet kid.
Sweet kid.
For the Smiles
I've decided that putting in the effort and taking our kids on special outings is beneficial for the whole family. The kids get to take in some culture, fun and some fresh air. The parents get that warm fuzzy feeling inside when they see the tremendous smiles on their kids faces.
This week we went to the County Fair. Some highlights:
Bear's First Pony Ride
We were standing by the pony ride deciding where to go next, when Bear turned to Matt and asked, "I ride pony?" Uh, okay.
Seeing all the Animals
Her favorite was by far the bunny ("pet bunny like Curious George?" she asked). She also got to pet a bearded dragon, see some turtles, ooh and aah at the baby farm animals, and visit with some tarantulas at an insect display.
Hanging Around
Chipmunk was dying to get out and move around. Unfortunately, the fair doesn't have too many places for babies to stretch their legs. He had to settle for riding in the sling wrap with me. I can't tell you how many times people stopped to say hello to Chipmunk. He got more attention than some of the displays we visited.
Fried Foods
When at the fair, you have to eat fried foods.
We stuck with funnel cake. but deep fried artichoke hearts and deep fried cupcakes did pique my interest. Gotta love that fair food!
Trains
Once again, Bear rode a train. A carnival train, of course.
There was this really neat model train exhibit, too. It was impressive and I wish I had gotten some pictures of it.
Ah, the County Fair.
This week we went to the County Fair. Some highlights:
Bear's First Pony Ride
We were standing by the pony ride deciding where to go next, when Bear turned to Matt and asked, "I ride pony?" Uh, okay.
Seeing all the Animals
Her favorite was by far the bunny ("pet bunny like Curious George?" she asked). She also got to pet a bearded dragon, see some turtles, ooh and aah at the baby farm animals, and visit with some tarantulas at an insect display.
Hanging Around
Chipmunk was dying to get out and move around. Unfortunately, the fair doesn't have too many places for babies to stretch their legs. He had to settle for riding in the sling wrap with me. I can't tell you how many times people stopped to say hello to Chipmunk. He got more attention than some of the displays we visited.
Fried Foods
When at the fair, you have to eat fried foods.
We stuck with funnel cake. but deep fried artichoke hearts and deep fried cupcakes did pique my interest. Gotta love that fair food!
Trains
Once again, Bear rode a train. A carnival train, of course.
There was this really neat model train exhibit, too. It was impressive and I wish I had gotten some pictures of it.
Ah, the County Fair.
9.04.2008
My Favorite Bear Moments (Spoken)
Bear runs into the kids section at a local bookstore and sees a book with a stuffed unicorn next to it.
Bear: Oooh, wow, Goats!
Me: No, those are unicorns.
Bear: Oooh, wow, CORNS!
Bear gets stuck on a staircase that has a landing in the middle that you can either take another set of stairs back down or take a set to the upper floor.
Bear:(sobbing hysterically) I got lost on da hill, mommy!
Bear converses with the doctor when we take Chipmunk to see her.
Bear: Hi doctor! Baby hurt foot...fix it! Ummm, maybe bandage.
Bear tries to console Chipmunk when I step away for a minute
Bear: Okay, Baby. Good boy. Mommy right back. Here play Sonja...Hey! Don't! (Yells) Moooooommmmmmy! Baby eat Sonja! Now dirty! Needs bath. ("Sonja needs a bath" is what we tell her when Sonja mysteriously goes away and comes back clean a minute later)
Bear singing "Where is Thumbkin?" when she thinks no one is looking
Bear: Where is pumpkin? Where is pumpkin? How are you? How are you? Na na na na day sir. Va ma na ma dank you. Wun away. Wun away.
Bear is getting irritated with her brother playing with her toys and runs over to grab whatever toy he is playing with
Bear: Aaaaaiiiii-yaaaaa! Baby! Not yours!
Yeah, I'm guessing Kai lan has something to do with the last one. I'm a fan of "ai-goo" myself (Korean interjection - for those of you who don't know)
Most of the reason I'm recording these here is because I don't want to forget those little sayings that make me laugh from day to day. I hope that when she gets older I can return here and show her how silly she was at the age of two.
Bear: Oooh, wow, Goats!
Me: No, those are unicorns.
Bear: Oooh, wow, CORNS!
Bear gets stuck on a staircase that has a landing in the middle that you can either take another set of stairs back down or take a set to the upper floor.
Bear:(sobbing hysterically) I got lost on da hill, mommy!
Bear converses with the doctor when we take Chipmunk to see her.
Bear: Hi doctor! Baby hurt foot...fix it! Ummm, maybe bandage.
Bear tries to console Chipmunk when I step away for a minute
Bear: Okay, Baby. Good boy. Mommy right back. Here play Sonja...Hey! Don't! (Yells) Moooooommmmmmy! Baby eat Sonja! Now dirty! Needs bath. ("Sonja needs a bath" is what we tell her when Sonja mysteriously goes away and comes back clean a minute later)
Bear singing "Where is Thumbkin?" when she thinks no one is looking
Bear: Where is pumpkin? Where is pumpkin? How are you? How are you? Na na na na day sir. Va ma na ma dank you. Wun away. Wun away.
Bear is getting irritated with her brother playing with her toys and runs over to grab whatever toy he is playing with
Bear: Aaaaaiiiii-yaaaaa! Baby! Not yours!
Yeah, I'm guessing Kai lan has something to do with the last one. I'm a fan of "ai-goo" myself (Korean interjection - for those of you who don't know)
Most of the reason I'm recording these here is because I don't want to forget those little sayings that make me laugh from day to day. I hope that when she gets older I can return here and show her how silly she was at the age of two.
9.03.2008
Little Friends are Hard to Find
Sometimes you just don't know what will become your child's best friend and comfort. Bear has her Sonja. Sonja is the ragged, gray, fraying love of her life. It would devastate her if she were to ever disappear. It was disheartening enough to watch her cry after Sonja fell in a mud puddle. Because of this, and here's our little secret, we actually have two Sonja dolls. When Bear started becoming attached we luckily found Sonja still available at our local toy store. So we took the advice of a friend and started alternating Sonja dolls unbeknownst to our little girl.
Recently, a friend of ours found another Sonja doll and gave it to us to use somehow. So now our count is at three, but one of them is pristeen. I guess we could wash it a few times, run it over with the car, drag it through a sandbox to give it that timeworn look and throw that one in the mix, but for now we'll keep it shiny and new just in case.
Chipmunk has a little brown beanie bear that he's been becoming attached to. Whenever he gets his hands on it, he shoves the little brown nose into his mouth. When he's tired, he rests his head against the belly and in bed he rolls his arm around the tiny bear body. So we decided that perhaps we better look for at least one other. I think Matt just ordered three of them. Sounds crazy, I know, but we had to do quite some searching for this little brown bear. According to it's maker's website, it's RETIRED! So I think he figured that we bite the bullet now instead of searching later for a retired toy bear.
So that's our secret. We've got multiples.
Shhh...don't tell our kids.
Recently, a friend of ours found another Sonja doll and gave it to us to use somehow. So now our count is at three, but one of them is pristeen. I guess we could wash it a few times, run it over with the car, drag it through a sandbox to give it that timeworn look and throw that one in the mix, but for now we'll keep it shiny and new just in case.
Chipmunk has a little brown beanie bear that he's been becoming attached to. Whenever he gets his hands on it, he shoves the little brown nose into his mouth. When he's tired, he rests his head against the belly and in bed he rolls his arm around the tiny bear body. So we decided that perhaps we better look for at least one other. I think Matt just ordered three of them. Sounds crazy, I know, but we had to do quite some searching for this little brown bear. According to it's maker's website, it's RETIRED! So I think he figured that we bite the bullet now instead of searching later for a retired toy bear.
So that's our secret. We've got multiples.
Shhh...don't tell our kids.
9.02.2008
Baby Got Toejam
Once again we visited the doctor today. It seems Chipmunk's big toe on his right foot is marred. We think his toenail snagged, ripped and eventually it just got infected. This lead to an ingrown toenail and our poor little Chipmunk has to take some antibiotics and undergo some foot-soaking treatments as we pray it will mend. If not, he might have to go see a foot specialist, who will probably have to do a minor surgery on his toe.
Yup, his poor little toenail is jammed in his poor little toe.
Poor baby. You should see him wince whenever his toe is grazed.
Yup, his poor little toenail is jammed in his poor little toe.
Poor baby. You should see him wince whenever his toe is grazed.
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