Friday, January 27, 2012

Friday Photos

One of the nice things about a little sibling is that you can dress them up...


At the park - John's first time feeling (read: tasting) the sand

(on a side note - Lucy calls every sunny day Sunday and 
wants to wear her Sunday days of the week underpants)


This is Le Tigre. It's a softer look. Like for catalogues and whatnot.


 Lu and her sidekick Snow Leopard - she hardly goes anywhere without him.




Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Off the Charts

Johnny had his 9 month check up today at 9 months 12 days. He has a raging case of eczema that looked so terrible under the harsh clinical lighting that I felt like a horrible mother for not having treated it too aggressively yet. Evidently slapping some diaper cream on it at night didn't heal it. Go figure.

And. He's fallen another rung on the growth charts. He's now in the 5th percentile for weight. It's gotten consistently lower with each well baby visit. This time, his length dropped too. He's now in the 50-75th percentile for height. Sigh.  I wish this didn't worry me as much as it does.  Our ped is awesome and she says "Look at your husband! He's so skinny!" So there's that. And yeah, it's not like the kid doesn't EAT. He could nurse and eat food All. Day. Long. But the fact is that he's not sticking to a trajectory on the growth charts, and instead he's in a lower bracket each time we go in there. So my nine month old weighs 16 pounds 4 ounces, which means that he's gained one little pound in three and a half months. Oh, did I mention I nursed him and fed him a big lunch right before going? Frustrating.

I immediately think the problem is me, you know? Is my milk supply not up to par? Maybe he's not getting all the hind milk? Maybe I should go in a quiet room to nurse during the day so he's less distracted and will actually eat? Is he acting like he's still hungry after he nurses and I'm not noticing? Maybe I should be feeding him formula??

I asked if feeding him bottles would help. Because really, it would be fine with me to cut out a couple of nursing sessions if it meant this kid could gain some weight and put my mind at ease.  The Doc suggested instead of cutting out breast feeding, maybe giving him formula in a cup at mealtimes instead of water just to get some extra calories in him. A very diplomatic answer. She also said she admired that I would be willing to do that because sometimes "bottle" is a bad word 'round these parts.  Whatever. I just want my kid to be healthy and grow. She also suggested coming in for a couple of weight checks between now and April since it's three months away, just to see that he's gaining. If he falls below the 5th percentile, we'll have to talk about other measures.

Which basically means: don't worry until we need to worry. And yet. I worry.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Friday Photos


This little gem didn't make the Christmas card this year, but is totally worth posting here.



















My little beauty decided that she doesn't want me to ever cut her hair ever again so that she can have hair like Rapunzel. SHE'S TOO YOUNG TO HAVE AN OPINION!  I liked her bangs and bob. Ah well. So we start the growing of the bangs. SIGH.



Loving the swings at the park!


The Bubba's 33rd birthday!

And!
Snow days!!
Our tiny starter snowman. Before the real snow fell.
Two babies for a sled walk around the neighborhood. 

Handsome in pink?
That's what happens when it only snows once a year and you've got a big sis!

 Lucy and a neighbor friend trying to make a snowman with powder.
It didn't work, but at least it tired them out!

And now you're mostly caught up.



Thursday, January 12, 2012

Nine

Nine months old, my friends.


John is climbing on EVERYTHING. I don't remember Lucy ever being so bold.  I mean, he'll climb on top of things and get stuck up there because there's no way to safely get down, except he won't really get stuck because he'll just fling himself off thinking that he can just DO that. This kid has had more head bonks already than lucy had in her first 18 months. After hearing a knocking bonk on the hardwood floors, the Bubba and I always look at each other and say things like "That *can't* be good," but then again, he never acts like it really hurts, the little Bruiser.


Along with the climbing came the cruising!
Cruising along the couch, pulling off all the cushions. As you do.

Cruising! For real! He already thinks that he can just let go of the couch and walk across the room to the desk. And then more bonking ensues. All I do every day is follow him around trying to prevent concussive episodes and/or brain damage.


Taking the stroller for a spin

John got two bottom teeth for Christmas! Finally! He's enjoying gorging himself on the little scrapings of anything and everything.  The drool just drips out and with his high-speed scooting, he always has a shirtfront full of gross.

The baby's mostly sleeping through the night again, which is a very good thing.  Except that Lucy's been struggling with night wakings lately.  So if it's not John it's Lucy which inevitably wakes John and then everyone's miserable.  But Lucy will do things like come into our bedroom and say "I think I'd like some milk." Like it's the middle of the day and she just decided she needs a snack. That's not the worst, though, the worst is when Lucy wakes up crying from a bad dream and wakes John up and then Lucy needs comforting and John refuses to go back to bed without nursing.  Someday my kids will both sleep through the night, RIGHT?

John doesn't have his 9 month well baby check up for a couple more weeks because I forgot that babies have 9 month well baby check ups.  Ah, the plight of the second child. I didn't call until this week to get an appointment and of course everyone wakes up at the beginning of January and makes resolutions like "I will take my kid to the doctor when he needs it," so now I've got to wait two weeks to see what kind of weight gain this kid has had in the past couple of months. I mean, it's got to be entire ounces.  This baby. He is Skinny. With capitals.   I seem to remember having the same issues with Lucy, so at least my kids are consistently skinny, but I don't remember ever being worried about Lucy's weight. She was always around the 25th-50th percentile for weight, but John's just in the wittle-bitty 10th percentile.  I wash each rib at bath time.  Ok, it's not quite that bad, but I wouldn't mind having a chunky baby!

Not that John doesn't eat. I mean, last night he Hungry Caterpillar-ed  his way through some O's cereal, a breakfast bar, an entire meatball, some crackers, two slices of pear, half a yogurt, and some more O's.  And this was after 20 minutes of nursing to his fill.  Kid's just got his daddy's metabolism because he never seems to get any wider - just taller.









John is just the HAPPIEST baby. He's so laid back and fun and always smiles and laughs and does silly things to crack us up.  Lucy has as much fun with him as we do, I think. Now that he can crawl into bins that she can push up and down the hallway and empty toy boxes onto the floor, the kids' play together is much more fulfilling for both of them. Too bad my presence is almost always required for the Anti-Bonk Movement or I'd have loads of time to screw around!  HA!