Clio: thiago likes listen Latin music. Maybe because he heard that through pregnancy and I always put on a Zumba cd to practice to class but whenever a salsa or merengue starts playing the boy comes to me and wants me to dance with him
. It is so cute to see him either bobbing his head , spinning or squatting and shaking his little butt
. What does j likes?
Thanks for sharing your experience with pot and the doctors. I hope they will give you a prescription soon my friend. You sound like you are in terrible pain
Oh, and I love the story about the iPhone. That is how kids this days think
. Very technology oriented
.
And yesterday I was putting some wet towels in the dryer and thiago is my laundry "helper" so he grabs on of the wet towels and starts chewing on it for a while. Poor thing, I bet that it felt good on his molars. And yes kosh, it is the back molars.
. Do you ladies know that song " days of wine and roses"? It is a very old song but yesterday it was " days is whinnying and crying"!!! Long day to say the least!!!
We tried to take him to this old McDonald farm place about 40 min from here and he just cried and whinnied the whole time we where there!! The only thing that made him smile and laugh for 2 min was to feed a lamb. He saw OH doing it ( OH was terrified but I told him to do it and to look that the kids were doing, so he got embarrassed and did it) and thiago wanted to do it too. So we let him do it. Probably not the safest parents moment but he laughed at the lamb eating from his hand
. OH told me that we are not doing that again because the lamb could have bite thiago's finger off. I have to agree with him
.
Sabrina: OH wants to buy the baby whisperer for toddlers book. D you have that one? Is it any good?
Tell Glen that when you offer food to a large animal with large teeth, keep your hand
flat. This way your fingers curve away from the teeth. Then he can show Thiago. Also tell him that he's a total wimp.
Oh, I laughed so hard at your description of T dancing!
What an adorable and hilarious sight that must be. Is it one of your "heart-melting" things that he does?
I want to murder J sometimes with his "helping." (As we all know from my getting thrown out of the living room...)
How is T today? Any better? Poor little thing. J has a cold, though it's not stopping him. Runny nose and a dry cough. And teething. And cranky. Eric woke me up early to help deal with him. But he stopped crying when I came down and gave him crayons, which I knew would make him happy. Now, he is running around, smiling, and I'm feeling very...well...smug. Is that awful?
SK and B—why do you want the toddler whisperer book? What do you feel you need it for? And when you discover stuff that works, can you tell us about it?
SK—I was never a big wine drinker until J came along. For a while, I would have at least one glass, but usually two after he had gone down. Now, over a year later, I barely drink, and was shocked to see that when I was first assessed for the joint, they had asked how much I drink, and the form now reads “14 drinks a week”!
I was actually going to call them and tell them that there was a typo, until I remembered my two glasses of wine a night at that point. Man, did I crave that wine! And chocolate.
kosh—J also gets this when he has a diaper rash. Sometimes it’s only that area that gets inflamed. I’ve never seen discharge, though, so maybe this is something different. All I can say is that J’s usually clears up after a day, maybe two, after I put diaper cream on it. But it has never been so bad that I felt he needed a doctor--just really red and sore looking--so it sounds as if G's problem is different.
And I would cancel. We did once, because J was at the tail end of a cold. I didn’t think his body could fight off the MMR and the cold at the same time. You have no idea what this is, and perhaps you need a diagnosis before he gets his shots?
Storm—oh my, how L eats!!! J is pretty good if he isn’t teething, but I think that L must be the real gourmand of our group! Little cutie! If there is something J
rejects it’s carbs! Oatmeal, potato and rice is all he’ll take. And he thinks rice cakes are cookies, and cookies, be believes, belong in small, half-chewn pieces spat out around the house.
If I had to go through what you’re going through with L at night, I think I’d go insane. Not from lack of sleep, but because all that movement would drive me mad! Do you know why her sleep is off again? (You might have said so before, but I think I missed it…
L's talking is so cute! And quite sophisticated. Must be preparation for her role as gourmand of this thread. Oh, and thank you for the compliment on the pic! I love that one. He looks so joyous!
Leeze—"both"! That slays me! And she's so good with her yes's and head nods! J's "hi" for yes has evolved into "yi" but he still doesn't say it much. And it is actually rather unnerving to know that complete silence mean "yes." Does that make any sense? Did K learn "yes" in sign language?
Talking about languages, I've started talking German to J, but rather inadvertently. My parents spoke German with us all the time, and we understood completely, but we always responded in English. But I find the phrases of my childhood and the terms of endearment my parents had for us just slipping off my tongue as naturally as you please. So I've been doing it consciously now. If he's going to German Immersion, he might as well start understanding some of it now, too.
Okay, have to go to app't.
***after app't with joint specialist***
Well! Would you look at that! Turns out, my
own pain meds specialist will fill out the forms and provide any signatures I need! My very complicated and expensive journey to get this license has ended, and I don't have to pay a cent. I went for a very, very belated follow-up app't with the specialist who diagnosed my joint problem to begin with, and I told him that my GP took me off of the drug
their pain meds specialist had prescribed (which I now see helped me far more than I realized). They didn't understand her decision, and
really didn't understand the whole morphine thing. They said what I already knew, and what my GP refuses to accept: the med I was on before is NOT physically addictive, and has little chance of abuse. Though they don't want to give me a script for it again (not that I really care) because it will undermine my GP, and I understand that.
And the new neighbours with the two kids next door came back from vacation!!! They love our playhouse and our trikes and J loves their toy cars, and we're going back and forth between the two houses and gardens, or they play out front, either running up and down the sidewalk, or drawing with chalk on the pavement. J and the two year old are getting on like wildfire, and OH says that he has never seen J so happy (I have, when he's played with the girls on the street.
) J likes the two boys waaaaay more than he does his two cousins who are essentially the same age. But also insane.
Oh, and I lost 20 pounds! I don’t really know how, because I didn’t eat differently, but I guess all the running after J sped up my metabolism. Oh, and I stopped eating sweets. Now, only 40 more to go and I’m back to my pre-pregnancy weight. Though I doubt that this will happen. 40 lbs is a LOT. But I think I’ll feel more comfortable in a bathing suit now, so hopefully I’ll finally take J to an indoor pool with a baby section.
Now I'm off to find a publisher for this novel.