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?
11.21.2008
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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8.29.2008
Trapped
It's official. We have movement. Chipmunk is combat crawling his way through our home and quickly invading areas of which we haven't re-childproofed. So we've resorted to blockades made of toy bins, chairs and the existing couches. Which makes me laugh at myself because before Bear was born, I was adamant about not having to cage in our child. Yet, once we found our crawling infant getting into places where dirty shoes lie or near electrical equipment, that notion was quickly reneged, just without the fancy gate. So Chipmunk has his little play area and all the more dangerous toys are located outside the "fence."
Now that he's getting some exercise, does this mean he's going to lose his Buddha like physique?
Now that he's getting some exercise, does this mean he's going to lose his Buddha like physique?
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