Before the baby was born, we frequented the local Cancuns…a lot. I’d say we were pretty close to “regulars.”
Then I got pregnant. Not too many bad pregnancy symptoms…but the one I did have, ruled out ever going back to Cancuns (it was the only thing my stomach completely rejected)…much to the demise of AT. He loves Cancuns.
Anyway…a little over a year later, we are back. Margaritas and salsa. Yum.
WeePT is sitting in her high chair…talking as loud as she can to overcome the volume of the karioke.
…and the waiter sets down a refill on the salsa and chips…a little too close to little fingers.
WeePT had her 9mos checkup today. Ears are all better from ear infection two weeks ago. Other than the temper-tantrum she threw when the doctor took her, she did really good. No shots today.
They pricked her finger to check her blood for lead and to check her iron levels. She didnt even cry! She tested all clear for lead and anemia. Yay!
Height- 27 3/4 inches (60%)
Weight- 19.2 lbs (60%)..yep, shes chunked right up!
Head- 46 1/2cm (97%)…hmm..AT and his big headed kiddos
Like an orange on a toothpick
And we dont go back until her 1st birthday. Wow. This is going fast.
My mom used to tell me that when I was sick…that little green worker men would come work on my body to make my sick go away…but only while I sleep.
And to drink plenty of fluids…so they can work really hard.
We are working on the fluids. WeePT likes oj in a bottle. It’s been a special treat in the past…so, she thinks it’s pretty cool that Ive presented a juice bottle to her the last 3 days.
AT and I took her to the doc yesterday. Her fever spiked on day 4. She has ear infection in both ears. Freakin cold. This one got her good. She’s now taking her first antibiotics.
AT is also taking antibiotics now, too…for “acute sinusitis” …. Dumb ol sinuses.
The house kinda feels like a sick ward right now. Medicines all over the window sill, kleenex all over the place. Lots of sniffles and little raspy coughing.
It’s been another busy week around our house…with no anticipation of stopping for another couple of weeks. Who decided to name this “Christmas break”? I’m not on vacation. And even though the kids don’t have to go to school…we have them busy at the house doing odd jobs and helping us.
Between my work..which is experiencing a 25% increase over last year’s sales (normal boost for holidays is around 15-18%)…and AT’s work..I’m wondering how we ever get ANYTHING done. But, in my head, I know the crazy will settle.
AND- I’ve learned not to create a time intensive project for myself…I need to plan ahead. If said it before and never really listen to myself.
Project for this year? We are dubbing all of our know VHS and CompactVHS tapes over DVDs.Chapter cuts, title cuts, descriptions. Yep.
The cool part? We are more than halfway finished with all of them. My family had around 38 VHS tapes and around 40-ish Compact VHS tapes. I will be done with all of these today. whew! Love my Daddy for being the guy behind the camera for all these years. It’s been soooo much fun to watch all of these. I hope my siblings appreciate the copies I’m making for all of them. I’m pretty sure they will.
AT has 20-ish tapes from his Dad. He’s started them. Funny stuff.
And…we have about 8 tapes from GAC’s parents. We did those first…but have to do them again. Yay for learning, right?
What else are we up to?
Well… Pigpen has decided to learn magic. From his magic kit. That he got for Christmas LAST year. : /
And MastaG has pretty much isolated his activities to (unless asked to do something) texting on his phone…or playing his video game.
We finally put up a Christmas tree.
WeePT FINALLY cut her first tooth. It’s been a mean, angry little bump under her gums for weeks. Now? A very sharp little sliver. She’s making the funniest faces. It must feel weird in her mouth.
Slingblade?
Silly baby
And then.. Sunday night, after spending the last 4 hours on the floor playing at a family event…we get home, plop her on the floor… and like a fat little inch worm, she takes off “crawling”.
And so far, she hasn’t forgot. I doubt she will. : )
When Pigpen went outside with the doberman to give him some exercise, they had a meeting of the minds, prompting the question:
Does a 9 year old boy or a 3 year old doberman have the harder head?
