In the meanwhile, per the double standard that oldest children must live with, we praised Lambeau last night for kicking hard enough that Tim could feel him for the first time.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Naughty Children.
Between last night and this morning, Tim has had to put Ellie in time out four times for hitting him. It's the usual boundary testing two year old, and he's doing a great job of just putting her straight on the step and telling her what she did wrong. She is quick with an apology and ready to play again. Hopefully she will eventually get it and knock it off.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Gross and Grosser.
Surprise, I caught Ellie's stomach bug. I don't know why I figured I'd be immune - I just thought that if she got sick, I'd get sick at the same time. And when I didn't, I thought I was safe, which is sort of the worst of it, as I spent Friday hanging out with friends and baby friends. The idea that I might have passed cooties along kills me, especially because I know most of my mom friends don't have an awesome mom like mine, who will take the baby off their hands at a moment's notice. When I got sick Friday night, Tim was up in LA at a work dinner, and had car pooled, so there was no way for him to help. I basically made Ellie tuck and roll out of the car at Gigi's house, and then went home to turn my bathroom into Chernobyl.
Tim did a good job taking care of me, while Gigi did bath time and bed, and then Saturday morning had a cute new dress for Ellie to wear and took her to the touch pool at the Ocean Institute. Then of course, made dinner for all of us and entertained Tim and Ellie while all I did was get out of bed for some toast and a shower, and then retreated back to bed. Ellie was so sweet when she came home last night - she immediately crawled up into bed with me and said "I give you kiss and you feel beddah." We all went to bed early and Ellie actually slept until 7am, which helped us avoid any time change garbage. I woke up starving, and with less total body aches. The other good news is that Lambeau has continued to kick me on a regular basis, so I know he's okay in there, even if he's grossed out by all the puke, poor thing (I did call the on call doc on Friday night and she said they're seeing a lot of this, and as long as I didn't spike a fever or let myself get too dehydrated, a little stomach bug wasn't a danger to the baby. Plus they called in an anti nausea pill that they give to women with bad morning sickness, which I think helped take the edge off a little.)
Today has been pretty low key, and will probably stay that way. Watching the Packer game, playing some tea party, seeing what our Sesame Street friends are up to. Just enjoying that no one is sick. And of course, crossing our fingers that Tim isn't next.
Tim did a good job taking care of me, while Gigi did bath time and bed, and then Saturday morning had a cute new dress for Ellie to wear and took her to the touch pool at the Ocean Institute. Then of course, made dinner for all of us and entertained Tim and Ellie while all I did was get out of bed for some toast and a shower, and then retreated back to bed. Ellie was so sweet when she came home last night - she immediately crawled up into bed with me and said "I give you kiss and you feel beddah." We all went to bed early and Ellie actually slept until 7am, which helped us avoid any time change garbage. I woke up starving, and with less total body aches. The other good news is that Lambeau has continued to kick me on a regular basis, so I know he's okay in there, even if he's grossed out by all the puke, poor thing (I did call the on call doc on Friday night and she said they're seeing a lot of this, and as long as I didn't spike a fever or let myself get too dehydrated, a little stomach bug wasn't a danger to the baby. Plus they called in an anti nausea pill that they give to women with bad morning sickness, which I think helped take the edge off a little.)
Today has been pretty low key, and will probably stay that way. Watching the Packer game, playing some tea party, seeing what our Sesame Street friends are up to. Just enjoying that no one is sick. And of course, crossing our fingers that Tim isn't next.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
A Disgusting First.
Whelp, we had the day (or rather, night) I've been dreading for awhile: Ellie's first stomach bug. We woke up last night (or rather, Tim woke up last night - I hadn't been able to fall asleep yet) to a certain small someone losing her lunch all over her bed. Or rather, her dinner. Poor thing. And poor us. It was gnarly.
But with team work we got her cleaned up (twice. Two sad showers when all was said and done) and got the sheets in the wash immediately. And after we ran out of sheets, I remembered how as a kid, my mom would put towels on our bed to protect the sheets and make clean up easier. Wish I'd realized it after the first round.
But she went back to sleep eventually (after much snuggling) and then woke up at 5 for another stomach clearing, then slept until almost 8. She was in such good spirits in the morning that we didn't really question letting her have a yogurt. Another bad idea. But thankfully, that time she got sick on her way into the shower, and after that I figured no food for a couple of hours. Gave her a nice hot shower, put on some clean pajamas, and put her little baby hair back in a pony tail so that she couldn't get sick into it (she thought it was a great look though!) She and I ran to the store to get pedialyte, and then spent the morning snuggling on the couch watching Elmo. She was in pretty good spirits most of the time, and spent a fair amount of time dancing, playing with her Sesame Street friends and having a tea party with me, Smelly and Hop Hop. No fever, no chills, just an upset tummy. Poor little thing - at midnight when she first got sick, as I was taking her out of her jammies to get her into the shower, she got sick again and then goes "I'm happy now! I feel beddah now!"
She took a three hour nap, woke up ready to eat, and has been pretty okay since then. Famous last words, probably, but she did eat some toast, chug some water and a have a yogurt. Hopefully in the morning she'll be healed.
It did put a real cramp in our Wednesday plans though! We'd been planning on trick or treating with Elizabeth and Jonathan tonight, but obviously I could not bring a recently sick kid to hang out with a few healthy ones. We figured we'd just sit around the house until 7 o'clock stir craziness set in, and then we put her in her bunny vest, plopped her in the stroller and walked her down the main drag in our neighborhood. She enjoyed the lights, the other kids, but most especially the various dogs we passed. We stopped at our across the street neighbors' to trick or treat (and pet their dogs) and it was a pretty good night for her in the end.
The good news is, we did get to do some serious trick or treating on Tuesday afternoon at Tim's office. The company gives out candy to everyone and allows employees to bring their kids through. So all of the parents get to show off their little brats, and all of the non parents get to eat candy and not work for two hours.
Our little owl thought it was a pretty good deal. She figured out real fast that she just had to say "trick or treat" and then she got to pick a treat for her treat bag, and have me dole out an M&M to her. Winner winner, chicken dinner.
Plus she got to hang out with her friend Chase, AND see an office dog. Because Halloween is apparently all about dogs for her. Owls love dogs.
But with team work we got her cleaned up (twice. Two sad showers when all was said and done) and got the sheets in the wash immediately. And after we ran out of sheets, I remembered how as a kid, my mom would put towels on our bed to protect the sheets and make clean up easier. Wish I'd realized it after the first round.
But she went back to sleep eventually (after much snuggling) and then woke up at 5 for another stomach clearing, then slept until almost 8. She was in such good spirits in the morning that we didn't really question letting her have a yogurt. Another bad idea. But thankfully, that time she got sick on her way into the shower, and after that I figured no food for a couple of hours. Gave her a nice hot shower, put on some clean pajamas, and put her little baby hair back in a pony tail so that she couldn't get sick into it (she thought it was a great look though!) She and I ran to the store to get pedialyte, and then spent the morning snuggling on the couch watching Elmo. She was in pretty good spirits most of the time, and spent a fair amount of time dancing, playing with her Sesame Street friends and having a tea party with me, Smelly and Hop Hop. No fever, no chills, just an upset tummy. Poor little thing - at midnight when she first got sick, as I was taking her out of her jammies to get her into the shower, she got sick again and then goes "I'm happy now! I feel beddah now!"
She took a three hour nap, woke up ready to eat, and has been pretty okay since then. Famous last words, probably, but she did eat some toast, chug some water and a have a yogurt. Hopefully in the morning she'll be healed.
It did put a real cramp in our Wednesday plans though! We'd been planning on trick or treating with Elizabeth and Jonathan tonight, but obviously I could not bring a recently sick kid to hang out with a few healthy ones. We figured we'd just sit around the house until 7 o'clock stir craziness set in, and then we put her in her bunny vest, plopped her in the stroller and walked her down the main drag in our neighborhood. She enjoyed the lights, the other kids, but most especially the various dogs we passed. We stopped at our across the street neighbors' to trick or treat (and pet their dogs) and it was a pretty good night for her in the end.
The good news is, we did get to do some serious trick or treating on Tuesday afternoon at Tim's office. The company gives out candy to everyone and allows employees to bring their kids through. So all of the parents get to show off their little brats, and all of the non parents get to eat candy and not work for two hours.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Well, That's Surprising!
Hello, My Name is Elder Price.
Another fun weekend around these parts!
Saturday we had a first - Ellie was baby sat by someone other than her Mimi or her Gigi (or her Grizz, in cases of emergency, or when she is already asleep and all he has to do is not burn the house down, heh.) Tim and I had to leave for evening plans in LA and mom and dad were coaching Sara's softball team to a gold medal win, so Shirley and Julia came in to fill in for a few hours. Ellie did well, and enjoyed having some new faces around, hooray!
Our big fun was an evening out to see family friend Michael perform in the Book of Mormon at the Pantages with Don, Eileen, Jake and Dawn. It was a really nice evening - we had a delicious dinner beforehand, and then the play was great. VERY vulgar, and definitely out to offend in parts, but having been a South Park watcher for many years, I knew what I was in for.
The coolest part of the evening for me was getting to meet Michael afterwards and getting a back stage tour. In my dreams, I would love to some day be in the back ground of a Broadway-esque production (no starring role necessary, I'd be happy to just be in the back ground clapping and stomping my feet during a number) so to stand on stage at the Pantages was awesome. I should have done a little tap dance while I had the chance.
Sunday morning we had a birthday party for one of our other October baby friends, Kayla. They had it at Pump It Up, which is a giant bounce house facility (in a strip mall! It looks deceptively small from the outside.) They do a nice job in that only your birthday party is in each room at the time, so I didn't have to worry about some strange 8 year old crushing my kid. But 2 is also sort of young for all of the activities - Ellie needed Tim or I with her at all times. And then around noon I made the mistake of leaving the room to go to the bathroom (even though she'd been playing with Tim the majority of the time) and she just freaked out, and clung to me sobbing, hungry and tired, until we got into the party room and had some pizza and cake. And then despite promises that she'd spend the rest of the day napping, she woke up after an hour and a half in a TERRIBLE mood. Perhaps third birthday parties will be better!
Saturday we had a first - Ellie was baby sat by someone other than her Mimi or her Gigi (or her Grizz, in cases of emergency, or when she is already asleep and all he has to do is not burn the house down, heh.) Tim and I had to leave for evening plans in LA and mom and dad were coaching Sara's softball team to a gold medal win, so Shirley and Julia came in to fill in for a few hours. Ellie did well, and enjoyed having some new faces around, hooray!
Our big fun was an evening out to see family friend Michael perform in the Book of Mormon at the Pantages with Don, Eileen, Jake and Dawn. It was a really nice evening - we had a delicious dinner beforehand, and then the play was great. VERY vulgar, and definitely out to offend in parts, but having been a South Park watcher for many years, I knew what I was in for.
The coolest part of the evening for me was getting to meet Michael afterwards and getting a back stage tour. In my dreams, I would love to some day be in the back ground of a Broadway-esque production (no starring role necessary, I'd be happy to just be in the back ground clapping and stomping my feet during a number) so to stand on stage at the Pantages was awesome. I should have done a little tap dance while I had the chance.
Sunday morning we had a birthday party for one of our other October baby friends, Kayla. They had it at Pump It Up, which is a giant bounce house facility (in a strip mall! It looks deceptively small from the outside.) They do a nice job in that only your birthday party is in each room at the time, so I didn't have to worry about some strange 8 year old crushing my kid. But 2 is also sort of young for all of the activities - Ellie needed Tim or I with her at all times. And then around noon I made the mistake of leaving the room to go to the bathroom (even though she'd been playing with Tim the majority of the time) and she just freaked out, and clung to me sobbing, hungry and tired, until we got into the party room and had some pizza and cake. And then despite promises that she'd spend the rest of the day napping, she woke up after an hour and a half in a TERRIBLE mood. Perhaps third birthday parties will be better!
Monday, October 29, 2012
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