The three of you that visit probably notice that I gave the site yet ANOTHER facelift tonight. I had problems with the old design not working properly in my browser, so I decided to change it again.
I used the new Blogger template tools, courtesy, I'm sure, of the Great Gaggle of Google money being injected into the site. I must say that the tools completely rock out! Makes it SO easy to update the look of the site, and even add what few features I have. I didn't even have to look at the code!
Go Google Go!
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Lovely Little Girl
It has been four and a half months, and I've yet to do a dedicated post about my Little Miss. Not her problems, not my issues with them, just her. Shame on me! How am I going to remember her infancy if I don't write it down? Lord knows, the second kid has all but wiped out my remaining few brain cells, so memory is out of the question.
The Little Miss is a delightful child, truly. She's the most easy-going baby ever, though I hate to say it for fear of jinxing myself. She's extremely laid back and easily soothed. I swear, you can talk the kid out of eating for an hour if you need to with a pacifier and a smile.
She's a very social little thing too. Putting her in her room alone is one of the few things that almost always upsets her. She prefers to be where the action is, even for naps. And, with her brother around, there's always plenty of action around.
She's currently hitting the development milestones of a 3-month old. This puts her a little ahead for a preemie, but a little behind for her actual age. She's smiling, giggling, and "ga ga"ing all over the place, which is so cute. She loves to move and kick, and has started to recognize her dad and me. Her little smile pops onto her face as soon as she sees my face over her crib, which makes me finally understand why some moms just want to eat their babies up! She has yet to roll over, but I imagine it's only a matter of time. Her neck, back and arms are really getting strong.
Surprisingly, she seems to have almost no ill effect from all the surgery. You can barely find the scars on her belly, and she rarely throws up, which is contrary to the surgeon's telling us she'd be a "spitter." The only digestive weirdness she has is in the pooping department - it's always a major accomplishment when the poopies happen, and they're very colorful for a breast-fed baby. We are extremely fortunate that she's done so well.
The Little Man LOVES his sis. I'm actually amazed at how well he likes her. He is constantly running by and petting her head, and if she starts crying and we're not immediately at her side he comes running. "Mom, Dad, baby's crying! Think she's sad! Think she needs her massifier!" He has even laid down beside her on the floor a couple of times and said "You're my best friend." Do I expect this to last? Uh, no. But, it's nice that he likes her now, at least.
All this to say, I can't imagine life without our Little Miss. I mean, look at that face!
The Little Miss is a delightful child, truly. She's the most easy-going baby ever, though I hate to say it for fear of jinxing myself. She's extremely laid back and easily soothed. I swear, you can talk the kid out of eating for an hour if you need to with a pacifier and a smile.
She's a very social little thing too. Putting her in her room alone is one of the few things that almost always upsets her. She prefers to be where the action is, even for naps. And, with her brother around, there's always plenty of action around.
She's currently hitting the development milestones of a 3-month old. This puts her a little ahead for a preemie, but a little behind for her actual age. She's smiling, giggling, and "ga ga"ing all over the place, which is so cute. She loves to move and kick, and has started to recognize her dad and me. Her little smile pops onto her face as soon as she sees my face over her crib, which makes me finally understand why some moms just want to eat their babies up! She has yet to roll over, but I imagine it's only a matter of time. Her neck, back and arms are really getting strong.
Surprisingly, she seems to have almost no ill effect from all the surgery. You can barely find the scars on her belly, and she rarely throws up, which is contrary to the surgeon's telling us she'd be a "spitter." The only digestive weirdness she has is in the pooping department - it's always a major accomplishment when the poopies happen, and they're very colorful for a breast-fed baby. We are extremely fortunate that she's done so well.
The Little Man LOVES his sis. I'm actually amazed at how well he likes her. He is constantly running by and petting her head, and if she starts crying and we're not immediately at her side he comes running. "Mom, Dad, baby's crying! Think she's sad! Think she needs her massifier!" He has even laid down beside her on the floor a couple of times and said "You're my best friend." Do I expect this to last? Uh, no. But, it's nice that he likes her now, at least.
All this to say, I can't imagine life without our Little Miss. I mean, look at that face!
Monday, March 05, 2007
Three!
Last Thursday was the amazing day of threes - the Little Man turned three, and the Little Miss turned three months and three days. On the same day, the first day of the third month! It was threelific! And kind of creepy.
The day started with a trip to the pediatrician for the Little Miss, at which we discovered that she's finally hit the growth charts! Woo hoo! She's in the 25th percentile for height and weight, and 10th percentile for head circumference. She's square, with a half-size head. Whatever. I'll take it!
The Little Man's birthday didn't start out so hot. I had been playing up the fact that we were going to have a fun-filled day, just him and mom. I kind of left out the part that he'd be staying with Grandma during the appointment that morning. And even though Grandma brought him a book and a brownie (which of course I let him eat at 8:30 in the morning, dammit! It was his birthday!) he was super pissed that I was leaving. So, I left my poor, poor son in a puddle of tears and chocolate on the floor on his birthday. If that doesn't make you feel like an ass, nothing can.
Eventually his tears dried and the day turned around. When I returned, we left little sis with Grandma and had a train-filled, lovely day. I took him to a local mall and it was off to the toy store, where he played with a Thomas set in the toy store for 45 minutes and got to pick out a few toys for his birthday. Then we ate at a little diner where a train delivers your meal, while other trains cavort about and keep the kiddies occupied hunting for them. Afterward we went to a local children's museum and he got to climb all over an engine and several cars they have on display there, the only low spot being when he realized that when he was driving the engine it wasn't actually going anywhere. That, and also the giant flaming tantrum he threw when we had to leave. In the middle of the huge, echoing, marble-encased foyer. That echoed. And had snickering strangers all around.
All told, though, a wonderful 3rd Happy Birthday for my Little Man. Let's hope his birthday party next week goes as well.
The day started with a trip to the pediatrician for the Little Miss, at which we discovered that she's finally hit the growth charts! Woo hoo! She's in the 25th percentile for height and weight, and 10th percentile for head circumference. She's square, with a half-size head. Whatever. I'll take it!
The Little Man's birthday didn't start out so hot. I had been playing up the fact that we were going to have a fun-filled day, just him and mom. I kind of left out the part that he'd be staying with Grandma during the appointment that morning. And even though Grandma brought him a book and a brownie (which of course I let him eat at 8:30 in the morning, dammit! It was his birthday!) he was super pissed that I was leaving. So, I left my poor, poor son in a puddle of tears and chocolate on the floor on his birthday. If that doesn't make you feel like an ass, nothing can.
Eventually his tears dried and the day turned around. When I returned, we left little sis with Grandma and had a train-filled, lovely day. I took him to a local mall and it was off to the toy store, where he played with a Thomas set in the toy store for 45 minutes and got to pick out a few toys for his birthday. Then we ate at a little diner where a train delivers your meal, while other trains cavort about and keep the kiddies occupied hunting for them. Afterward we went to a local children's museum and he got to climb all over an engine and several cars they have on display there, the only low spot being when he realized that when he was driving the engine it wasn't actually going anywhere. That, and also the giant flaming tantrum he threw when we had to leave. In the middle of the huge, echoing, marble-encased foyer. That echoed. And had snickering strangers all around.
All told, though, a wonderful 3rd Happy Birthday for my Little Man. Let's hope his birthday party next week goes as well.
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