It's been a week since my last update and our last weight check. And in that week I've barely done much of anything in ways of baking and Christmas wrapping. Somehow I thought I would have more time then what I really do. Because Christmas eve is really only a week away.
Which means my birthday is in 6 days. Ew.
Tink has become slightly obsessed with Blues Clues. Both good and bad I suppose. She's starting to chatter more and is going that blasted "Blues Clues" hand sign thing while going "Bluhbluh" when she wants to watch it. Score a point for the annoying show that is Blues Clues. She is once again mildly under the weather. I don't know what's going on with her. It's like every time she gets over something she's getting something else. Maybe I should explain to her that she doesn't get rewards points for getting sick. Because the rate she's going I'm sure she would be able to cash them in for one heck of a prize.
Thankfully none of it has passed off onto Dinky.
R2D2 has his Christmas concert tomorrow. How dare he. It's not possible that Christmas break starts in a mere 2 days. I refuse to believe that. I have so much to do in such a short amount of time. Meaning I should probably get all ... proactive about this rather than sitting on my tushie, drinking coffee and blogging.
Email just notified me that attempted delivery was made. Thank you Amazon for the steady stream of hooray it's not bills!! mail.
Dinky is way more acceptable with the Tula these days, yippee! Not that we use it much because it's slicker then a mountain of slugs outside. Because winter seems to have taken a break from our neck of the woods. Thus providing us with unseasonably warm weather. So rather than fluffy piles of white it's become lumpy piles of ice. Yet the weather says snow is coming. Who believes the weather. That weather forecast tends to lie more than a politician! (which is saying something because I've yet to hear of one that tells more truth!)
The guppies in the fish tank have figured out how to play in the stream of movement from the filter. Except the filter has been in there for a while now, so either I just noticed or the guppies are a few crayons short of a snack... I'm betting it's me.
Husby is busy figuring out the last and final kinks on getting his shop heated. Good for me ... aaaaand bad for me. Good because he'll be out of my hair and able to tinker in there. Bad because he'll be out of my hair, thus removed from the house. Thus removed from keeping Tink entertained when this momma needs a break. Oh well. Married life I guess.
So... remember how last week there was the pitiful weight gain because I had decided to up nursing over bottles? I reversed the process. Upped the bottles throughout the day so that he's mostly on formula feeds because I was thinking it could help. And boy was I freaking RIGHT!
2 weeks ago: 11lbs7oz
1 week ago: 11lbs8oz
Today?
12 FREAKING POUNDS!
That's a HUGE gain. Like the freaking biggest one yet!
Merry Christmas Me!! Dinky is 12 freaking pounds!
Just thought I'd share really quick. I'll try to do a bigger PT/OT update in a few days. I need to get my bake on.
The responsible bake. Not the other one. You know, just clarifying. In case anyone got the wrong ideas.
Wednesday, 17 December 2014
Saturday, 6 December 2014
It's been a while..
Told you I was bad with this blogging thing! It's been over a week since I've last updated. So this shall just be a short one.
Dinky is now 11lbs7.4oz! That's a giant 6oz gain from last week! We might hit 12lbs before Christmas, so fingers crossed!!
Speaking of Christmas, our shopping is done! Now bring on the wrapping! I ordered my Christmas gift last week and it should be here soon. If you want to get technical, it's for Dinky as well. Hello Rockets Tula! Come live and play in my house.
I've also started making a couple baby toy prototypes. I need something to do with my days. Besides baking. It's the season for 1000000 types of cookies! And squares. And caramel corn. And chocolate pretzels. And....and........aaaaand. I love this season. It's so awesome.
Took the kids to see Santa today. Except Dinky wasn't in the shot. I feel kind of bad but I didn't want to pull him out of his seat while he was sleeping and then have to worry about Santa holding him properly. Tink was your typical 2 year old and gave the camera a what the heck is going on here? look. She was happy to leave. R2D2 still believes. And I love the fact he still does. It means he can hold onto his childhood for another year. I think tomorrow we shall start making salt ornaments and get things started for Christmas baking. And by started, I shall need a list. And popcorn. Lots of popcorn.
OT came last week and again this week. This time with PT. OT was surprised at the change in Dinky in just a week. PT gave me a stretch to do on his neck so that I can tilt his chin downwards. He uses one group of muscles when he should be using another group all together. It's part of the reason why he hardly looks left. He has a hard time.
But just a few days of doing this stretch and I've noticed a huge change already! OT and PT shall be here again just before Christmas and then in the new year.
....okay, my little man is awake. Time to go cuddle up with him and my big man and watch a show before bed.
Told you it was short.
Wednesday, 26 November 2014
Coffee and the cautiously optimistic
It's been a while since I've been here. Naughty. I've been trying to find things to write about. Okay. I've been lazy. Sometimes the need to write just doesn't find me. It's like a mental muse has lost its way and has gotten stuck somewhere in the murky fog of coffee soup that is my brain.
I still haven't found that fish. I give up. I can no longer bring myself to give a worry about where that missing pleco has gone off to. Chances are it's been filtered through the gills of the other tank dwellers and recycled. No loss. More food for the other one to eat.
It's the middle of the last week of November. How did that happen. How can it be a month until Christmas? How is this even possible?! I'm going to be 2....9? R2D2 will be 8 in January. I refuse to think this even possible. Tink is currently in her room trying to convince herself she doesn't need sleep and that I should let her out. I don't see why she's waiting for my permission. She knows how to open the gate. She does it every.single.night to come and creep into our bed. But, there she is, laughing and making gibberish sounds to who knows what and calling out "Hullo? ...... Hulllllloooooooo? DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA? Hullo?"
Maybe she'll sleep. That would be nice.
You ever sit there and wonder and worry and just get yourself into a mental knot over things? There's so much going on lately that I'm surprised my eyes aren't crossing. Dinky got a set of blood work done on Monday. That wasawesome to deal with. He was such a champ! They had to stick him three times. And twice they went in blind and went fishing! Because they couldn't find a vein! WHY!? If they weren't able to get it on the third try, they were going to call the Ped in and tap into a vein on his head. Thank god for third time's the charm! Even if he does have bruises.
And he was miserable yesterday. He's sleeping right now.
We had our Peds appointment today. We were walking down the hall and he was laughing about how he was talking to Dinky's Neuro and she couldn't remember what she told us so to let her know what I tell him. ... I knew she was spacey but there are notes for a reason ...
Blah blah blah.
Take Dinky out of his car seat and lay him on his belly like requested. He lifted his head up a TINY smidge! Rolled him onto his back and he was swinging his legs over a bit like he was trying to roll over. His wrists weren't at their half cocked position they have been in for so long. AND his eyes weren't crossing. Nor have they been crossing much lately. His small heart murmur sounds fine and no troubles there. His soft tissue cleft isn't causing any issues nor is his bifid uvula (that dangly thing for those that don't know what it's called).
Neuro told us at the beginning of the month that she was going to focus on the central Nervous System. Peds said that if there IS a CNS problem, they're all pretty much golden and can be "fixed" or outgrown. But he feels that Dinky will probably just grow out of it. Neuro feels he'll probably grow out of it. Genetics said there's a 60% chance he'll grow out of it.
So there's my cautiously optimistic moment.
And what is it? His hypotonic state. The never ending state of floppy. But it's not because he's weak. In fact the little goober is very strong. But he's just got low/poor muscle tone. Whichhecouldpossiblygrowoutof!
Ahem.
Physical and Occupational Therapy ladies shall be here in a few hours. Which means I should put some thought into vacuuming the floor. Because that's always nice. And I'm just looking for an excuse to use my kickass vacuum. But who wants to sit on a floor that's got dog hair on it? Fingers crossed for good things from these ladies.
Oh. One more small thing.
We now have...
11 FREAKING POUNDS ON THE SCALE!
In fact Dinky's exact weight is 11lbs1.4oz.
BOOM baby!
I still haven't found that fish. I give up. I can no longer bring myself to give a worry about where that missing pleco has gone off to. Chances are it's been filtered through the gills of the other tank dwellers and recycled. No loss. More food for the other one to eat.
It's the middle of the last week of November. How did that happen. How can it be a month until Christmas? How is this even possible?! I'm going to be 2....9? R2D2 will be 8 in January. I refuse to think this even possible. Tink is currently in her room trying to convince herself she doesn't need sleep and that I should let her out. I don't see why she's waiting for my permission. She knows how to open the gate. She does it every.single.night to come and creep into our bed. But, there she is, laughing and making gibberish sounds to who knows what and calling out "Hullo? ...... Hulllllloooooooo? DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA? Hullo?"
Maybe she'll sleep. That would be nice.
You ever sit there and wonder and worry and just get yourself into a mental knot over things? There's so much going on lately that I'm surprised my eyes aren't crossing. Dinky got a set of blood work done on Monday. That was
And he was miserable yesterday. He's sleeping right now.
We had our Peds appointment today. We were walking down the hall and he was laughing about how he was talking to Dinky's Neuro and she couldn't remember what she told us so to let her know what I tell him. ... I knew she was spacey but there are notes for a reason ...
Blah blah blah.
Take Dinky out of his car seat and lay him on his belly like requested. He lifted his head up a TINY smidge! Rolled him onto his back and he was swinging his legs over a bit like he was trying to roll over. His wrists weren't at their half cocked position they have been in for so long. AND his eyes weren't crossing. Nor have they been crossing much lately. His small heart murmur sounds fine and no troubles there. His soft tissue cleft isn't causing any issues nor is his bifid uvula (that dangly thing for those that don't know what it's called).
Neuro told us at the beginning of the month that she was going to focus on the central Nervous System. Peds said that if there IS a CNS problem, they're all pretty much golden and can be "fixed" or outgrown. But he feels that Dinky will probably just grow out of it. Neuro feels he'll probably grow out of it. Genetics said there's a 60% chance he'll grow out of it.
So there's my cautiously optimistic moment.
And what is it? His hypotonic state. The never ending state of floppy. But it's not because he's weak. In fact the little goober is very strong. But he's just got low/poor muscle tone. Whichhecouldpossiblygrowoutof!
Ahem.
Physical and Occupational Therapy ladies shall be here in a few hours. Which means I should put some thought into vacuuming the floor. Because that's always nice. And I'm just looking for an excuse to use my kickass vacuum. But who wants to sit on a floor that's got dog hair on it? Fingers crossed for good things from these ladies.
Oh. One more small thing.
We now have...
11 FREAKING POUNDS ON THE SCALE!
In fact Dinky's exact weight is 11lbs1.4oz.
BOOM baby!
Saturday, 22 November 2014
Turnips and downs.
The mail this week held a few things from our genetics specialist that I wasn't really expecting to see. I forgot (or maybe I just didn't pay attention to this) that they mailed out a recap of what happened/found at the consult. Let me tell you, I'm glad they did! Most of that visit now feels like years ago so the papers were nice to see. Even if they sucked just a little bit.
Regardless of what those papers say, I can tell you that they can just kiss my tushie. Dinky has been a lot more active as of late. It's funny watching him start to figure things out. He's lifting his arms up now and has discovered that he indeed DOES have a left hand! So he's slowly learning to bring it up and chew on it like he does his left.
Currently as I'm writing this out he's in the pack&play trying to kick at a toy I hung up for him to play with. And while doing that he's pulling on his dragon quietly chattering to...whatever. It's just nice to see all these small developments happening. And the best thing, he hardly makes his derp face. Where he sticks his tongue out and crosses either one or both eyes. It makes me laugh and then I just close his eyes for him and call out for an "Eye reset!!" It generally helps.
It's the third week of November. The second to last week of the month and it's done nothing but rain and then freeze. Rain. Freeze. Makes me wonder what the heck is in the making for us later on. Is Old Man Winter taking a vacation this year?
On the low front of the spectrum, we need to do blood work for Dinky every week for a few weeks out of town where they have better ... whatevers. I know that some of them are time sensitive and so we have to do them before noon. First round happens on Monday. My poor Dinky-Do.
Another down... I still haven't found that missing fish. I've written it off. Pretty sure particles of it are floating around in the tank. Oh well. RIP little pleco.
High front, I've got a few ideas lined up for some DIYs. I've been very... in need of a hobby. So I think this is something I will be able to do and enjoy!
ALSO!
Tink has almost cut the rest of her missing teeth (save the two-year molars).
Husby and I have finally decided on the remaining gifts for the kids.
AND!!
R2D2 has his Star of the Week in school this coming week. He's very excited! He's also highly enjoying his new piano.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE more!!
Dinky has been trying to roll over. Well at least today. He got up onto his side and flopped back over onto his back. Tried it a few times. And he can almost lift his head 100% during tummy time (not 100% on full recline, but we're working on it! )
And riddle me this. Why do I like peeling turnips but not potatoes? I hate peeling potatoes. I leave that up to husby 99% of the time. Poor guy. Welcome home honey, peel potatoes if you want to eat. I'm surprised he doesn't just turn around and leave again.
Regardless of what those papers say, I can tell you that they can just kiss my tushie. Dinky has been a lot more active as of late. It's funny watching him start to figure things out. He's lifting his arms up now and has discovered that he indeed DOES have a left hand! So he's slowly learning to bring it up and chew on it like he does his left.
Currently as I'm writing this out he's in the pack&play trying to kick at a toy I hung up for him to play with. And while doing that he's pulling on his dragon quietly chattering to...whatever. It's just nice to see all these small developments happening. And the best thing, he hardly makes his derp face. Where he sticks his tongue out and crosses either one or both eyes. It makes me laugh and then I just close his eyes for him and call out for an "Eye reset!!" It generally helps.
It's the third week of November. The second to last week of the month and it's done nothing but rain and then freeze. Rain. Freeze. Makes me wonder what the heck is in the making for us later on. Is Old Man Winter taking a vacation this year?
On the low front of the spectrum, we need to do blood work for Dinky every week for a few weeks out of town where they have better ... whatevers. I know that some of them are time sensitive and so we have to do them before noon. First round happens on Monday. My poor Dinky-Do.
Another down... I still haven't found that missing fish. I've written it off. Pretty sure particles of it are floating around in the tank. Oh well. RIP little pleco.
High front, I've got a few ideas lined up for some DIYs. I've been very... in need of a hobby. So I think this is something I will be able to do and enjoy!
ALSO!
Tink has almost cut the rest of her missing teeth (save the two-year molars).
Husby and I have finally decided on the remaining gifts for the kids.
AND!!
R2D2 has his Star of the Week in school this coming week. He's very excited! He's also highly enjoying his new piano.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE more!!
Dinky has been trying to roll over. Well at least today. He got up onto his side and flopped back over onto his back. Tried it a few times. And he can almost lift his head 100% during tummy time (not 100% on full recline, but we're working on it! )
And riddle me this. Why do I like peeling turnips but not potatoes? I hate peeling potatoes. I leave that up to husby 99% of the time. Poor guy. Welcome home honey, peel potatoes if you want to eat. I'm surprised he doesn't just turn around and leave again.
Sunday, 16 November 2014
Greys, coffee and reflections.
Alright. It's been well over a week since I have updated this. I've been able to actually sit down and try to actually process what happened while we were down in Vancouver. I've also been able to read over the rest of the paperwork and slowly digest.
While we were away my mum not only had to deal with both R2D2 and Tink having Hand-Foot-and-Mouth, being stuck in town (which really isn't a place she wants to be stuck in for a week!), cleaning my house and then bleaching it all...she took the time to actually start and make progress with getting Tink potty trained! I'm not sure what she did exactly 100% or her methods but my little 2 year old makes YAY on the potty! Both kinds of YAY! She's been using the potty for almost a week now and she's in panties almost all day now except for nap and bed time. Granted, we haven't taken her out of the house without diapers, but hey, progress!
R2D2 is happy to finally be allowed to go out and do things these days rather then being stuck at home without being able to go to school, friends or go out and doing whatever it is he wanted to do. He missed almost a week of school and was able to catch up on his missed school work within a half hour, ace a spelling test he didn't really have time to study for and got to try out his brand spanking new digital piano we got for him.
It's hard getting back into the swing of things after being away from home for so long. I don't really want to do much of anything these days. I'm not sure if it's the whole lack of motivation or the weather...or possibly the whole shebang of everything that happened. Or a groovy combination of it all. My head feels foggy and strange. Like there's a large disconnect between head and shoulders. To much coffee? Is there ever really a thing?
I tried to clean the fishtank yesterday. Somehow though I have managed to misplace a pleco. I'm wondering if it stupid thing is dead in the gravel somewhere, which could explain the massive amounts of algae we had growing in there. That and you know, my mum didn't realize that the light turned off! So pretty sure that didn't help matters at all. Do fish eat other fish? I mean, I know sharks do. But will goldfish and guppies, hell even the other pleco turn on a dead one and eat it? Can goldfish even digest bones? Wait... are fish seriously cannibals?!
I'm finally all caught up on the newest season of Grey's. I started it yesterday. Finished it today. Now waiting for Thursday to come along so I can watch it. I think I quite possibly might be needing some GAA. There should be a group. I know fellow Grey's Addicts. Pretty sure we need help! I wonder if there's a 12-step program. I wonder if there's a 12-step program we can take to get Yang back. I'm worried Owen's going to start in on Amelia. Or Maggie. Ew. That would just be weird. Amelia seems to be right up Owen's broken alley. C'mon Yang. Come baaaaAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaack. Owen neeeeeeeeeeeds you.
See? Told you I need help.
Dinky is now 10lbs11oz. Meaning next week, if he keeps going the way he's going, he will be an even Stephen 11 lbs! I also need to call his Ped tomorrow to see if we can get an appointment locally to discuss his head x-ray that happened almost 2 weeks ago (holycrap it's been that long already?!), to see if his soft heart murmur is really benign or not (Gen Spec said it was but how can you really know) and just give him an all around once over. He's got a bit of a cough going right now and it's not making me very happy.
He needs to have the rest of his lab work done but I'm still waiting for the papers that the lab at BCCH forgot to send to us. The longer they take, the longer it is before we possibly know what's going on with him because you know, genetic mapping and all that funky jazz takes forever. Did however talk to one of the nurses for the Cleft Palate people for almost an hour the other day. Once we know the MRI date, she'll hopefully be able to get us in for a consult for the Peds C/P plastic surgeon to take a look at him and see what's going on. So the referral has been sent in and we should hear from them in the next couple of weeks.
We also have an appointment with the Peds Ophthalmologist for December 30th in PG. Which is nice. Just a daytrip with a bunch of driving. No big deal. What's approximately 6-7 (total -- round trip) hours in the truck? Nothing if you ask me!
Enough with that now.
So, Husby is done for Christmas. I ordered a few more things for the kids. A coupe stocking stuffers for Dinky as we have all the stocking stuff for the big kids stashed away in Dinky's closet. I'm awesome. I'm also a little sickened as to how much has been spent so far on Christmas. Though not just for my kids/husband. That's including Husby's parents, my SiL and her two kids, something for my mum...and then well, husby and the kids.
I need a hobby so I can try and cut the cost of Christmas down even more for next year. But for now...
I'm wondering if I should go get a wooden spoon and dig around in the gravel in that blasted tank and see if I could maybe stir up that stupid missing pleco. It's a fish. How could it have gone missing?!
While we were away my mum not only had to deal with both R2D2 and Tink having Hand-Foot-and-Mouth, being stuck in town (which really isn't a place she wants to be stuck in for a week!), cleaning my house and then bleaching it all...she took the time to actually start and make progress with getting Tink potty trained! I'm not sure what she did exactly 100% or her methods but my little 2 year old makes YAY on the potty! Both kinds of YAY! She's been using the potty for almost a week now and she's in panties almost all day now except for nap and bed time. Granted, we haven't taken her out of the house without diapers, but hey, progress!
R2D2 is happy to finally be allowed to go out and do things these days rather then being stuck at home without being able to go to school, friends or go out and doing whatever it is he wanted to do. He missed almost a week of school and was able to catch up on his missed school work within a half hour, ace a spelling test he didn't really have time to study for and got to try out his brand spanking new digital piano we got for him.
It's hard getting back into the swing of things after being away from home for so long. I don't really want to do much of anything these days. I'm not sure if it's the whole lack of motivation or the weather...or possibly the whole shebang of everything that happened. Or a groovy combination of it all. My head feels foggy and strange. Like there's a large disconnect between head and shoulders. To much coffee? Is there ever really a thing?
I tried to clean the fishtank yesterday. Somehow though I have managed to misplace a pleco. I'm wondering if it stupid thing is dead in the gravel somewhere, which could explain the massive amounts of algae we had growing in there. That and you know, my mum didn't realize that the light turned off! So pretty sure that didn't help matters at all. Do fish eat other fish? I mean, I know sharks do. But will goldfish and guppies, hell even the other pleco turn on a dead one and eat it? Can goldfish even digest bones? Wait... are fish seriously cannibals?!
I'm finally all caught up on the newest season of Grey's. I started it yesterday. Finished it today. Now waiting for Thursday to come along so I can watch it. I think I quite possibly might be needing some GAA. There should be a group. I know fellow Grey's Addicts. Pretty sure we need help! I wonder if there's a 12-step program. I wonder if there's a 12-step program we can take to get Yang back. I'm worried Owen's going to start in on Amelia. Or Maggie. Ew. That would just be weird. Amelia seems to be right up Owen's broken alley. C'mon Yang. Come baaaaAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaack. Owen neeeeeeeeeeeds you.
See? Told you I need help.
Dinky is now 10lbs11oz. Meaning next week, if he keeps going the way he's going, he will be an even Stephen 11 lbs! I also need to call his Ped tomorrow to see if we can get an appointment locally to discuss his head x-ray that happened almost 2 weeks ago (holy
He needs to have the rest of his lab work done but I'm still waiting for the papers that the lab at BCCH forgot to send to us. The longer they take, the longer it is before we possibly know what's going on with him because you know, genetic mapping and all that funky jazz takes forever. Did however talk to one of the nurses for the Cleft Palate people for almost an hour the other day. Once we know the MRI date, she'll hopefully be able to get us in for a consult for the Peds C/P plastic surgeon to take a look at him and see what's going on. So the referral has been sent in and we should hear from them in the next couple of weeks.
We also have an appointment with the Peds Ophthalmologist for December 30th in PG. Which is nice. Just a daytrip with a bunch of driving. No big deal. What's approximately 6-7 (total -- round trip) hours in the truck? Nothing if you ask me!
Enough with that now.
So, Husby is done for Christmas. I ordered a few more things for the kids. A coupe stocking stuffers for Dinky as we have all the stocking stuff for the big kids stashed away in Dinky's closet. I'm awesome. I'm also a little sickened as to how much has been spent so far on Christmas. Though not just for my kids/husband. That's including Husby's parents, my SiL and her two kids, something for my mum...and then well, husby and the kids.
I need a hobby so I can try and cut the cost of Christmas down even more for next year. But for now...
I'm wondering if I should go get a wooden spoon and dig around in the gravel in that blasted tank and see if I could maybe stir up that stupid missing pleco. It's a fish. How could it have gone missing?!
Friday, 7 November 2014
Oh joyous
It has been a very, very long few days. In fact the last few days has felt as if it were a week that lasted all of eternity. We got out of the house slightly later then we wanted, had to drop a cheque off at husbys parents, then drove for a few hours and had to stop fairly often to feed Dinky. Went to Walmart and grabbed food for the road so that it cut the cost of eating out. And we were still able to eat and drive without stopping. Needless to say we were driving for 15 hours.
Checked into the hotel and settled in. Next day we went on our walking adventure. Learned that when someone suggests taking the bus, do it. I have a healthy respect for mothers that walk in the city with strollers.
My legs STILL hurt. Or at least it's all phantom pain. BCCH is a maze. I have an appreciation for maps and helpful people. So, bring on the genetics meeting. Learned a few things there.
Firstly, Dinky is 10lbs6oz!! Way to go chubs!!
Secondly.. it's going to be a long year. Dinky has mild ptosis (droopy eye lids), a celft soft tissue palette (new to us), minor umbilical hernia, weak stomach muscles... So he will be referred to a cleft specialist and the Peds opthamologist. X-rays on his skull to see of his plates have fused at all. If they have, he needs surgery. His soft tissue cleft will probably need surgery...
He's also been classed as failure to thrive. Was wondering how long that would take. Been worried about that for a while. He's growing, well for him. But he's not growing enough for anyone at all.
Neuro the next day... He's not weak. He's just got really low tone. He's showing certain reflexes and then not such strong ones in other areas, or so that's what I think. So they're going to start looking at the central system to see if they can find the problem.
Loads of blood work...that was a giant headache but Dinky took it like the damn champ. I'm so proud of him. But now we have a lot of waiting games. MRI in 2-3 months. Ugh..
Just a quick post tonight. I'm tired.
On the big kid front...
Both of them AND my mum have hand-foot-mouth disease. I feel so bad for them all. I miss my kids but we can't bring Dinky home and risk him getting it.
Boo..
Friday, 31 October 2014
Whirlwinds, raindrops and spooky kids.
It's Hallowe'en. The end of October. That means tomorrow is November. And then 30 days until December. Are you kidding me?! Where the heck has the time gone, because as far as I know I was just pregnant a few weeks ago.
Not having any of this having a 3 month old and a 2 year oldcrap. It's first thing in the morning and I'm listening to R2D2 reading his homereading that he needed to finish up and with his words and the occasional stumble, Tink is playing with some little talking toy that I had picked up for R2D2 years and years ago. I find it amazing how well children read. Or it could just be him. He's got a knack for the written word so it makes me wonder what's going to come from him the older he gets.
Is he going to be academically inclined and surpassing me in any hopes of trying to be smarter than my children? Is he going to be artistic and follow the path of music that he's already dabbling his toes into? He's been in piano now for the last 2 years and I couldn't be more proud of my little man. He's really shown a knack for those black and ivory keys. Where I used to be able to read sheet music, I only remember things because of some little school rhyme I was taught way back when in possibly the 3rd grade.
E-G-B-D-F are the names of the lines of the Treble clef. F-A-C-E the spaces are easy!
But for right now, he's going to be a PowerRanger.
It's raining today. I hope it stops in time for the little ghouls and goblins that get to come out and play this evening. I love Hallowe'en. I wish, in some small way, we decorated the house for holidays. But let's be realistic.
I hate cleaning.
I hate it.
I hate it so much sometimes (okay, all the time) I wish it would justpiss off. Yet here I am, day after day, slogging away. I'm a slave to the housework. Sometimes. I could do better I suppose. Husby put me to shame the other day and it kind of made me feel really bad. There he was doing all the things that I should have been doing, yet I was pinned down by a constantly nursing/feeding infant. It's exhausting.
Speaking of exhausting...I need to whip this house into shape. Badly. And I have 3 days to do it. I have 3 days to get all the laundry completely done (washed, dried, folded and put away), all the bedding washed, kitchen, living room... floors... bathrooms done. Not to mention packing.
Packing? Why do you ask? Husby called the Peds office yesterday like we were told to do. She said she would call us back when she talked to the Ped. A couple hours later and she calls me to inform me that she's pretty sure we're going down to Vancouver for our Neuro consult for 2:30. November 5th.
As in next freaking week. So we planned to leave first thing Tuesday morning.
And then Genetics called and we talked for a few minutes about when we were going to be down there and so she would call me back in hopes she could get us in to see their team around the same time.
We had the choice of the day before or the same day, pretty much at the exact same time as our Neuro appointment ended. So we chose to have our Genetics consult on Tuesday. So goodbye leaving Tuesday morning and hello leaving Monday. First. Freaking. Thing. A rush of so many things to do in really not that long of a time to do it.
After waiting for so long the start of it all happens next week. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I am so thankful that my mum will come in and watch the kids so that we don't have to bring them with us. It's a weight off my shoulders knowing that we can focus solely on what the doctors have to say and not needing to worry about what the other two kids are doing.
However. This will be the farthest away we have ever been without Tink. Both parents gone for possibly up to a week? Oh man. Gives me a small sense of panic to leave her. I just can't stand the thought of it.
Quick Tink Update. She's now making pig, horse, cat, dog and cow sounds. She says thank-you, say thank-you, hi and now she says woooooooooooooooow. She knows where her nose is and her tummy. Not much but hey, we're getting there! I swear she's only quiet because if she were to start talking, she'd give away all kinds of devious plots she's dreaming up. Or the plans of toddler terror she makes up on the fly. Let me tell you. Tink is all kinds of trouble.
Quick Dinky Update: Last night there was pretty good progress in regards to tummy time! After a good feed I swaddled him and laid him up on my shoulder to burp. Not only did he do so, he also lifted his head up for close to 10 seconds a few times to look around. He also was grabbing his blanket and rubbing it up against his face...rubbing his eyes. I held my hand out for him and he grabbed onto my finger and kept trying to suck on it but always managed to get his own fist in his mouth. Fine by me! Progress there as well!
Both of our laptops are out of commission. I'm going to have to update via my cellphone. But I WILL update while we are down there.
Not having any of this having a 3 month old and a 2 year old
Is he going to be academically inclined and surpassing me in any hopes of trying to be smarter than my children? Is he going to be artistic and follow the path of music that he's already dabbling his toes into? He's been in piano now for the last 2 years and I couldn't be more proud of my little man. He's really shown a knack for those black and ivory keys. Where I used to be able to read sheet music, I only remember things because of some little school rhyme I was taught way back when in possibly the 3rd grade.
E-G-B-D-F are the names of the lines of the Treble clef. F-A-C-E the spaces are easy!
But for right now, he's going to be a PowerRanger.
It's raining today. I hope it stops in time for the little ghouls and goblins that get to come out and play this evening. I love Hallowe'en. I wish, in some small way, we decorated the house for holidays. But let's be realistic.
I hate cleaning.
I hate it.
I hate it so much sometimes (okay, all the time) I wish it would just
Speaking of exhausting...I need to whip this house into shape. Badly. And I have 3 days to do it. I have 3 days to get all the laundry completely done (washed, dried, folded and put away), all the bedding washed, kitchen, living room... floors... bathrooms done. Not to mention packing.
Packing? Why do you ask? Husby called the Peds office yesterday like we were told to do. She said she would call us back when she talked to the Ped. A couple hours later and she calls me to inform me that she's pretty sure we're going down to Vancouver for our Neuro consult for 2:30. November 5th.
As in next freaking week. So we planned to leave first thing Tuesday morning.
And then Genetics called and we talked for a few minutes about when we were going to be down there and so she would call me back in hopes she could get us in to see their team around the same time.
We had the choice of the day before or the same day, pretty much at the exact same time as our Neuro appointment ended. So we chose to have our Genetics consult on Tuesday. So goodbye leaving Tuesday morning and hello leaving Monday. First. Freaking. Thing. A rush of so many things to do in really not that long of a time to do it.
After waiting for so long the start of it all happens next week. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I am so thankful that my mum will come in and watch the kids so that we don't have to bring them with us. It's a weight off my shoulders knowing that we can focus solely on what the doctors have to say and not needing to worry about what the other two kids are doing.
However. This will be the farthest away we have ever been without Tink. Both parents gone for possibly up to a week? Oh man. Gives me a small sense of panic to leave her. I just can't stand the thought of it.
Quick Tink Update. She's now making pig, horse, cat, dog and cow sounds. She says thank-you, say thank-you, hi and now she says woooooooooooooooow. She knows where her nose is and her tummy. Not much but hey, we're getting there! I swear she's only quiet because if she were to start talking, she'd give away all kinds of devious plots she's dreaming up. Or the plans of toddler terror she makes up on the fly. Let me tell you. Tink is all kinds of trouble.
Quick Dinky Update: Last night there was pretty good progress in regards to tummy time! After a good feed I swaddled him and laid him up on my shoulder to burp. Not only did he do so, he also lifted his head up for close to 10 seconds a few times to look around. He also was grabbing his blanket and rubbing it up against his face...rubbing his eyes. I held my hand out for him and he grabbed onto my finger and kept trying to suck on it but always managed to get his own fist in his mouth. Fine by me! Progress there as well!
Both of our laptops are out of commission. I'm going to have to update via my cellphone. But I WILL update while we are down there.
Wednesday, 29 October 2014
Twonagers, pirates and pumpkin guts... Oh my.
We are now proud owners of a twonager. ...can I even call myself the owner of my own child? Is that even politically correct? Do I even care? I am the owner of a twonager. A phrase I saw a fellow mum friend use when her daughter turned two. On the exact same day that Tink did! Go figure. We met on an online birth group for October 2012. And that group morphed into one. And then things happened and it morphed into a different one...and then an even different one after that. Why?
Even online, we women are still a handful when we chose to be. Which seems to be quite often if I am going to be perfectly honest. Things happened and I am no longer part of those groups. As sad as it is I don't find myself feeling the need to actually be there and partake in everything. Nor do I feel the need to justify actions, I as an adult, partake in if it's not rightfully hurting anyone. But that being said I have built wonderful, amazing, loving friendships with a few women from that group (and all the various spinoffs that came from it).
And in particular, I found myself really jiving with a fellow mum that has almost the same parenting style as me (...and that style is totally awesome with a bit of new-age old-school flybytheseatofmypants). Insert a zillion awesome and amazingly fantastic things about this lady that I cannot possibly rave enough about here. But I remember one day looking around on Etsy (curse you, you soul-sucking website full of amazing things I want!) and I found these amazing pirate pictures for Dinky's room. So I showed her the link (and let's face it, I show her a lot of links!) and she said she'd paint them.
Seriously.
She'd paint them. For Dinky.
And she did! And they're AMAZING!!!!! I honestly don't know what I'd do without her sometimes. She's always there when I need to vent, rant or just share things with. Friendship to the max!
Tink had a pretty awesome birthday party. Even though it was just both sets of grandparents here! She's two. How'd that happen?! Though now that she went a year older her energy level seems to have gone through the roof even more. Busy to the maaaaaax! R2D2 had his first Parent-Teacher-Interview today. He's excelling academically but still has some work to do with the whole can't touch other peoples things and keep still ... listen .... focu --- squirrel!
Dinky has hit a milestone this week. Two actually! First is... He graduated into size 1 diapers! And the second is... DOUBLE digits! He's now up to a whopping 10 pounds!
Took him to see the pedi today. Back to calling his office to see what's going on. Ugh. Things I really don't want to do. Honestly. It's been a month since the paperwork was sent away. A month. And still nothing.
Hopefully we get some kind of news tomorrow.
But until then, I shall laugh over the whole carving of pumpkins that happened tonight. R2D2 was pretty much in tears and gagging. Needless to say...
Next year he's painting a squash!!!
Even online, we women are still a handful when we chose to be. Which seems to be quite often if I am going to be perfectly honest. Things happened and I am no longer part of those groups. As sad as it is I don't find myself feeling the need to actually be there and partake in everything. Nor do I feel the need to justify actions, I as an adult, partake in if it's not rightfully hurting anyone. But that being said I have built wonderful, amazing, loving friendships with a few women from that group (and all the various spinoffs that came from it).
And in particular, I found myself really jiving with a fellow mum that has almost the same parenting style as me (...and that style is totally awesome with a bit of new-age old-school flybytheseatofmypants). Insert a zillion awesome and amazingly fantastic things about this lady that I cannot possibly rave enough about here. But I remember one day looking around on Etsy (curse you, you soul-sucking website full of amazing things I want!) and I found these amazing pirate pictures for Dinky's room. So I showed her the link (and let's face it, I show her a lot of links!) and she said she'd paint them.
Seriously.
She'd paint them. For Dinky.
And she did! And they're AMAZING!!!!! I honestly don't know what I'd do without her sometimes. She's always there when I need to vent, rant or just share things with. Friendship to the max!
Tink had a pretty awesome birthday party. Even though it was just both sets of grandparents here! She's two. How'd that happen?! Though now that she went a year older her energy level seems to have gone through the roof even more. Busy to the maaaaaax! R2D2 had his first Parent-Teacher-Interview today. He's excelling academically but still has some work to do with the whole can't touch other peoples things and keep still ... listen .... focu --- squirrel!
Dinky has hit a milestone this week. Two actually! First is... He graduated into size 1 diapers! And the second is... DOUBLE digits! He's now up to a whopping 10 pounds!
Took him to see the pedi today. Back to calling his office to see what's going on. Ugh. Things I really don't want to do. Honestly. It's been a month since the paperwork was sent away. A month. And still nothing.
Hopefully we get some kind of news tomorrow.
But until then, I shall laugh over the whole carving of pumpkins that happened tonight. R2D2 was pretty much in tears and gagging. Needless to say...
Next year he's painting a squash!!!
Wednesday, 22 October 2014
Tragedy and kitchens.
Today. Today. Wednesday. Today. I'm still in a state of disbelief as to what happened this morning in Ottawa. You always see it happening to other countries but never think it can or will happen to you. What a shock to listen to and watch the events unfold from the shooting this morning. I feel so sad that we as a nation have to deal with this. Yet together we stand, united and strong. We are Canadian Strong.
Tinks birthday is a mere 2 days away. I've got her modeling chocolate made up, as well as the raspberry filling (still have to do the vanilla) and Smarties sorted out by colour into cups. Tomorrow is cake baking and Friday shall be the day I assemble -- and possibly even the day of the party. Who knows as Husby is away from home for a few days thanks to work so I'm trying to juggle everything so that he will be home for her party this year. Last year he missed it. It was sad that he missed her first birthday.
So long as I have all the components ready putting together the cake won't be a problem. Shouldn't take very long at all. Edit: I've tried working with this modeling chocolate. It's so sticky and dry. I've tried kneading it and rolling it out in hopes it will come together. I've added in some more corn syrup. Just a bit and that seems to have maybe done the trick. It's sitting in the fridge right now chilling so that I can work it some more once the bigger kids are in bed. Pretty sure Dinky is going to stay up and keep me company as per normal. If this stuff doesn't work I'm going to be pissed. I don't have anymore white chocolate chips. Ugh.
R2D2 came home together with his school photos. They look fantastic! I'm so happy we decided to go with magnets this year and not the standard photos. I shall put them into Christmas cards (I should probably get started on those so that I can actually send them out this year), as well as a school photo from last year. What can I say. Last year was busy..
Dinky had his weight check yesterday!
9 lbs 10.8 oz!
He's getting so big! I cannot believe that he will be 3 months old on Friday. There is exactly 21 months between Tink and Dinky. It's kind of funny. R2D2 is on the 22nd. Husby and I are on the 23rd. Tink and Dinky are on the 24th. Would have been nice if Dinky was born on the 21st or the 25th just to keep things going in a nice pattern, but hey. I guess we can't have everything we want.
I'm excited for bed time. It's been a long day. Still no word on when we're going to Children's. I've given up worrying about it. We'll get the call when we get it. I can no longer allow that to dominate everything.
Yesterday I was asked by someone if I was "having depression" with everything that's been going on. It's funny because I'm not. I'm not at all depressed by anything that has happened in the last 3 months. Sometimes I'm sad we don't know what's going on with and then I realize I'm never given any more than I can handle and that's that. It is what it is and there's nothing I can do about it. Worrying over what-ifs and could-bes is not going to do anything but get me worried sick. So. That's that!
Tinks birthday is a mere 2 days away. I've got her modeling chocolate made up, as well as the raspberry filling (still have to do the vanilla) and Smarties sorted out by colour into cups. Tomorrow is cake baking and Friday shall be the day I assemble -- and possibly even the day of the party. Who knows as Husby is away from home for a few days thanks to work so I'm trying to juggle everything so that he will be home for her party this year. Last year he missed it. It was sad that he missed her first birthday.
So long as I have all the components ready putting together the cake won't be a problem. Shouldn't take very long at all. Edit: I've tried working with this modeling chocolate. It's so sticky and dry. I've tried kneading it and rolling it out in hopes it will come together. I've added in some more corn syrup. Just a bit and that seems to have maybe done the trick. It's sitting in the fridge right now chilling so that I can work it some more once the bigger kids are in bed. Pretty sure Dinky is going to stay up and keep me company as per normal. If this stuff doesn't work I'm going to be pissed. I don't have anymore white chocolate chips. Ugh.
R2D2 came home together with his school photos. They look fantastic! I'm so happy we decided to go with magnets this year and not the standard photos. I shall put them into Christmas cards (I should probably get started on those so that I can actually send them out this year), as well as a school photo from last year. What can I say. Last year was busy..
Dinky had his weight check yesterday!
9 lbs 10.8 oz!
He's getting so big! I cannot believe that he will be 3 months old on Friday. There is exactly 21 months between Tink and Dinky. It's kind of funny. R2D2 is on the 22nd. Husby and I are on the 23rd. Tink and Dinky are on the 24th. Would have been nice if Dinky was born on the 21st or the 25th just to keep things going in a nice pattern, but hey. I guess we can't have everything we want.
I'm excited for bed time. It's been a long day. Still no word on when we're going to Children's. I've given up worrying about it. We'll get the call when we get it. I can no longer allow that to dominate everything.
Yesterday I was asked by someone if I was "having depression" with everything that's been going on. It's funny because I'm not. I'm not at all depressed by anything that has happened in the last 3 months. Sometimes I'm sad we don't know what's going on with and then I realize I'm never given any more than I can handle and that's that. It is what it is and there's nothing I can do about it. Worrying over what-ifs and could-bes is not going to do anything but get me worried sick. So. That's that!
Thursday, 16 October 2014
Faith, Trust and Pixie Dust...with a lot of Pumpkin cupcakes.
We are working on the second week since we saw our ped, and still no paperwork. I don't know what to think or feel about that. I feel thisgiant daunting task hanging over my head with no instructions as to how to dismantle said bundle of doom. Well, not doom really I'm just antsy as to what's happening and when. Edit: Called Peds office again. She said she will call me back with what the wait list is like and all that. Told me that she doesn't send out paperwork until we get confirmation of dates. Which isn't what she said 2 weeks ago. Hopefully I hear something soon. I'm getting flustered with this.
Dinky's assessment went well yesterday. It took much longer than I had anticipated, so now referrals for PT have been sent as well as OT to see if there's anything we can do in regards to the leaking he does after a feed every so often.
It's getting colder. I love fall. I love winter even more so it's nice knowing that it's just around the corner. There's nothing better than watching the falling snow as it blankets everything in a pristine white. Not to mention all of the baking. The fattening foods. The family. The food. Ohh the food. I love food, which explains why I still have bits that jiggle.
Bits...?!
More like the whole everything jiggles. The only thing that doesn't jiggle would be the skin on my hands and feet. Sad. A sad, sad day. But then again I shall be 30 next year. And I've had 3 kids. I have to accept the fact that there's going to be a bit of jiggle.
Tink turns 2 in 8 days. Now's that even happen? It just dawned on me this morning that her birthday is just over a week away. Not fair at all. I need to get things planned out for that. I also need to figure out the cake idea and what we're going to be serving for food at her party. Not that there's really that much of a party happening. My parents. Husby's parents and then us. That's it. So really, it's nothing that will be over the top in any way.
I need to settle on a cake idea. Such a hassle. But worth it. I love cake. T'is the season for baking and I love it. Bring on more jiggling bits! There's always next year to work on things. No more Jell-O belly. Next year that is.
I have a mountain of laundry to fold. Someone help me now...
Dinky's assessment went well yesterday. It took much longer than I had anticipated, so now referrals for PT have been sent as well as OT to see if there's anything we can do in regards to the leaking he does after a feed every so often.
It's getting colder. I love fall. I love winter even more so it's nice knowing that it's just around the corner. There's nothing better than watching the falling snow as it blankets everything in a pristine white. Not to mention all of the baking. The fattening foods. The family. The food. Ohh the food. I love food, which explains why I still have bits that jiggle.
Bits...?!
More like the whole everything jiggles. The only thing that doesn't jiggle would be the skin on my hands and feet. Sad. A sad, sad day. But then again I shall be 30 next year. And I've had 3 kids. I have to accept the fact that there's going to be a bit of jiggle.
Tink turns 2 in 8 days. Now's that even happen? It just dawned on me this morning that her birthday is just over a week away. Not fair at all. I need to get things planned out for that. I also need to figure out the cake idea and what we're going to be serving for food at her party. Not that there's really that much of a party happening. My parents. Husby's parents and then us. That's it. So really, it's nothing that will be over the top in any way.
I need to settle on a cake idea. Such a hassle. But worth it. I love cake. T'is the season for baking and I love it. Bring on more jiggling bits! There's always next year to work on things. No more Jell-O belly. Next year that is.
I have a mountain of laundry to fold. Someone help me now...
Saturday, 11 October 2014
Cupcake wars and Sugar scones
The long weekend. I love and loathe long weekends. While it gives us more time with R2D2 it also tends to bring in a lot of melt downs because R2D2 and Tink get each other so riled up that Tink sometimes just explodes because she wants to do exactly everything that her big brother is doing.
Little Miss Independent. She's such a treat (sometimes not the good kind!). Like right now, she's having a fit because I won't let her drink my coffee and finish off my sweet scone. A good thing. 2 year olds don't need any help in the energizing department. Ever.
I decided to make sweet scones yesterday (the second time in a week, what can I say, they don't last long!) and now I'm regretting not making a double batch. There's only one left. Out of 18. Between 4 people. There's a problem, and that problem is, they're so good! These little treats are simple to make and well worth the 20(ish) minutes they take to bake. Eat them hot. Eat them cold. With butter or with jam. Any way you eat them...it's like a happy little party in the mouth.
I've started watching Cupcake Wars on Netflix. What a bad idea for someone that loves baking but hardly has the time for anything more complex then a quick batch of cookies. I miss baking. I miss baking so much that I've decided I'm making pumpkin cupcakes with a cinnamon cream cheese butter cream. With a dusting of graham crumbs (tribute to the graham crust) and a chocolate fan. Why the chocolate? Because I said so. And I hate pumpkin so there has to be something I like on these cupcakes. Thank you cupcake wars. You're a horrible, terrible show.
Still no paperwork. I'm getting flustered with this.
It's all a hurry up and wait kind of thing. The very thing I'm not good at.
Little Miss Independent. She's such a treat (sometimes not the good kind!). Like right now, she's having a fit because I won't let her drink my coffee and finish off my sweet scone. A good thing. 2 year olds don't need any help in the energizing department. Ever.
I decided to make sweet scones yesterday (the second time in a week, what can I say, they don't last long!) and now I'm regretting not making a double batch. There's only one left. Out of 18. Between 4 people. There's a problem, and that problem is, they're so good! These little treats are simple to make and well worth the 20(ish) minutes they take to bake. Eat them hot. Eat them cold. With butter or with jam. Any way you eat them...it's like a happy little party in the mouth.
I've started watching Cupcake Wars on Netflix. What a bad idea for someone that loves baking but hardly has the time for anything more complex then a quick batch of cookies. I miss baking. I miss baking so much that I've decided I'm making pumpkin cupcakes with a cinnamon cream cheese butter cream. With a dusting of graham crumbs (tribute to the graham crust) and a chocolate fan. Why the chocolate? Because I said so. And I hate pumpkin so there has to be something I like on these cupcakes. Thank you cupcake wars. You're a horrible, terrible show.
Still no paperwork. I'm getting flustered with this.
It's all a hurry up and wait kind of thing. The very thing I'm not good at.
Thursday, 9 October 2014
The many adventures of hurry up and wait and a giant (well to me) milestone
Something I'm not all that good at. Hurry up and wait. Hurry up and do all this stuff, make appointments, go to appointments and get told to wait for paperwork to start the journey down to Children's hospital. Yet a week later and still none of the promised paperwork.
So call said office and talk to receptionist. Who's pretty sure all the paperwork has been done but she needs to check Dinky's file and if there's a problem she will call me. Talk about a royal headache. I just want thedamn paperwork that will give us any kind of information in regards to what the next damn step is in order to get Dinky down to Children's.
I'm not good with waiting. I never have been. Not that I want instant gratification either but, when I'm expecting something it would be nice to know that it's in the process of coming to me and will be here sometime before the end of the year. Even an estimated arrival date of paperwork would be nice! I do so much online shopping that I'm constantly needing to track orders to see what is where and write down the Estimated delivery day so I know when to expect something.
How hard is that with thisbloody paperwork?! I don't understand why it's so hard. I'd just go get it myself, except you know, I don't drive. And the peds office is the next town over. I just want this blasted paperwork! Why is that so hard. It shouldn't be.
So, a recap. STILL no sign of that much needed paperwork. Personally I think that's totally unacceptable. But hey, what do I know. I'm just the parent of the child that needs to get some testing done to see if they can find the root cause as to why Dinky is so hypotonic.
Now for the milestones.
We brought Dinky in for his weekly weight check yesterday at our health clinic. Something that's been going on for the last 10 weeks (and will be happening every week until we feel like stopping I suppose). And he FINALLY over 9 pounds! In fact Dinky is now...
9 lbs 2 oz!
GIANT victory in my books! It's really only a 4oz weight gain since last week but we are now out of the 8s and into the 9s! When our public health nurse told us that, she was so excited! "Holy! Are you ready for this?! NINE pounds TWO ounces!" Seriously. I almost busted out in a dorky as heck touchdown dance.
I did. Mentally. I broke down and busted a white girl groove. In my head. Nobody needs to see that. Ugh, what a relief. Dinky is on his own little curve in life. And it drives everyone nuts that he's not gaining x-amount of weight to be in the higher percentile on their nifty little charts. But guess what. He's growing. At his own pace. At his own rate. At whatever per ounces weekly that he wants to. I am content with that.
Pulled back his carseat cover yesterday to adjust him a bit and the size difference between this week and 10 weeks ago is HUGE! I should pull out his hospital slip that was in his bassinet and check to see what his birth stats were. Just so I know exactly how much he's grown.
Also, I've been sitting him up a lot more and not bracing his head nearly so much. I've still got my fingers there to catch and rapid snap forward or backwards, but my fingers aren't right there to catch him. He's slowly starting to get more head control! Another victory in my books!
Keep plodding along Dinky. Slow and steady wins the race!
Tink is turning 2 in a few weeks. in fact she turns 2 in 2 weeks and 1 day. We are going to have a 2 year old. Time has done nothing but zip by so fast.
R2D2 has finally accepted that mum means business. And that if he wants to do fun things he needs to do his chores first. Poor kid. On a brighter note, he's excelling in reading. To be honest, I expected nothing less from him. He's such a smart boy! He's also excelling in math. He loves math. I don't understand why. Math, in my opinion, is the devil. The only math I need to know is the math for recipes. The end. His piano is coming along very, very well. I enjoy listening to him practice.
When I'm not telling him 50000 times to actually focus and do his lessons. Though he has songs this week he enjoys so that helps!
So call said office and talk to receptionist. Who's pretty sure all the paperwork has been done but she needs to check Dinky's file and if there's a problem she will call me. Talk about a royal headache. I just want the
I'm not good with waiting. I never have been. Not that I want instant gratification either but, when I'm expecting something it would be nice to know that it's in the process of coming to me and will be here sometime before the end of the year. Even an estimated arrival date of paperwork would be nice! I do so much online shopping that I'm constantly needing to track orders to see what is where and write down the Estimated delivery day so I know when to expect something.
How hard is that with this
So, a recap. STILL no sign of that much needed paperwork. Personally I think that's totally unacceptable. But hey, what do I know. I'm just the parent of the child that needs to get some testing done to see if they can find the root cause as to why Dinky is so hypotonic.
Now for the milestones.
We brought Dinky in for his weekly weight check yesterday at our health clinic. Something that's been going on for the last 10 weeks (and will be happening every week until we feel like stopping I suppose). And he FINALLY over 9 pounds! In fact Dinky is now...
9 lbs 2 oz!
GIANT victory in my books! It's really only a 4oz weight gain since last week but we are now out of the 8s and into the 9s! When our public health nurse told us that, she was so excited! "Holy! Are you ready for this?! NINE pounds TWO ounces!" Seriously. I almost busted out in a dorky as heck touchdown dance.
I did. Mentally. I broke down and busted a white girl groove. In my head. Nobody needs to see that. Ugh, what a relief. Dinky is on his own little curve in life. And it drives everyone nuts that he's not gaining x-amount of weight to be in the higher percentile on their nifty little charts. But guess what. He's growing. At his own pace. At his own rate. At whatever per ounces weekly that he wants to. I am content with that.
Pulled back his carseat cover yesterday to adjust him a bit and the size difference between this week and 10 weeks ago is HUGE! I should pull out his hospital slip that was in his bassinet and check to see what his birth stats were. Just so I know exactly how much he's grown.
Also, I've been sitting him up a lot more and not bracing his head nearly so much. I've still got my fingers there to catch and rapid snap forward or backwards, but my fingers aren't right there to catch him. He's slowly starting to get more head control! Another victory in my books!
Keep plodding along Dinky. Slow and steady wins the race!
Tink is turning 2 in a few weeks. in fact she turns 2 in 2 weeks and 1 day. We are going to have a 2 year old. Time has done nothing but zip by so fast.
R2D2 has finally accepted that mum means business. And that if he wants to do fun things he needs to do his chores first. Poor kid. On a brighter note, he's excelling in reading. To be honest, I expected nothing less from him. He's such a smart boy! He's also excelling in math. He loves math. I don't understand why. Math, in my opinion, is the devil. The only math I need to know is the math for recipes. The end. His piano is coming along very, very well. I enjoy listening to him practice.
When I'm not telling him 50000 times to actually focus and do his lessons. Though he has songs this week he enjoys so that helps!
Sunday, 5 October 2014
Fall days and butterscotch ripples
A rainy gloomy day out today. Yet it was still pretty fantastic. R2D2 hardly got into any kind of trouble today. Bonus! He also managed to keep his shower under 10 minutes! Victory! Managed to be slightly productive around the house.
Not much but a bit at least.
Tink didn't have a nap. Which was fine, until dinner. And then her evil twin comes out. We shall call that one the evil one. She growls, throws tantrums, runs around and just is a whole barrel of ha-has.
BUT.
Dinky has had a great day! Lots of head lifting when he's on my chest and smiles! Ooooh boy the smiles I got out of him today! And the little coos!
It's been a good day all around. Tomorrow though, I need to catch up on the rest of the housework.
Not much of a blog post. My brain is tired.
On the downside, butterscotch ripple ice cream does NOT go well with chocolate sauce.
Not much but a bit at least.
Tink didn't have a nap. Which was fine, until dinner. And then her evil twin comes out. We shall call that one the evil one. She growls, throws tantrums, runs around and just is a whole barrel of ha-has.
BUT.
Dinky has had a great day! Lots of head lifting when he's on my chest and smiles! Ooooh boy the smiles I got out of him today! And the little coos!
It's been a good day all around. Tomorrow though, I need to catch up on the rest of the housework.
Not much of a blog post. My brain is tired.
On the downside, butterscotch ripple ice cream does NOT go well with chocolate sauce.
Thursday, 2 October 2014
And so it begins.
Waiting. I hate waiting. I hate waiting. It has to literally be the most boring thing out there to do. Besides folding socks. Because that sucks as well. But nothing sucks so much as waiting. Wait, wait, wait. Hurry up and wait.
Called Dinky's peds office like I was supposed to this morning and I could hear said ped in the background yelling at someone on the phone. HIs receptionist is amazing and she told me that Dr. M is having one hell of a time trying to get a hold of anyone in regards to getting Dinky down to Childrens and start getting a clue as to why he's hypotonic.
So I was told to watch the mail this weekend or early next week, depending on when someone gets back to Dr. M. We'll have all the information needed on the paperwork she's going to be sending for us. Fingers crossed that it gives us a clue as to what's happening and when!
Waiting, waiting, waiting. Hurry up mail. Deliver to us the paperwork that will tell us what to do.
Before Christmas would be amazing. So that we could finish the Christmas shopping we need to do while we are down South. Not that there's much left to do. I've been the good wife and have a bunch of stuff bought and paid for already. Gifts are starting to make a nice pile in Dinky's closet. The best thing about early shopping is I have the time to sit back and look around for deals. What will give me the best deal where?
So far, I think the tally is just shy of $450. That includes Tink's birthday gifts, Christmas gifts for R2D2, Dinky and Tink, husby, my mum and his parents. Let me tell you. There's a lot of stuff floating around the house for that money. Okay, maybe not floating around the house because I don't have all of it yet, but lots of it is in various stages of shipped. Next up on the list is stocking stuffers. Thank yoooooooooooooou dollar stores for providing us with the best place to find neat things for a decent price!
And with that I should probably think about possibly getting ready to get serious about tidying up the house. After a cup of coffee that is.
Called Dinky's peds office like I was supposed to this morning and I could hear said ped in the background yelling at someone on the phone. HIs receptionist is amazing and she told me that Dr. M is having one hell of a time trying to get a hold of anyone in regards to getting Dinky down to Childrens and start getting a clue as to why he's hypotonic.
So I was told to watch the mail this weekend or early next week, depending on when someone gets back to Dr. M. We'll have all the information needed on the paperwork she's going to be sending for us. Fingers crossed that it gives us a clue as to what's happening and when!
Waiting, waiting, waiting. Hurry up mail. Deliver to us the paperwork that will tell us what to do.
Before Christmas would be amazing. So that we could finish the Christmas shopping we need to do while we are down South. Not that there's much left to do. I've been the good wife and have a bunch of stuff bought and paid for already. Gifts are starting to make a nice pile in Dinky's closet. The best thing about early shopping is I have the time to sit back and look around for deals. What will give me the best deal where?
So far, I think the tally is just shy of $450. That includes Tink's birthday gifts, Christmas gifts for R2D2, Dinky and Tink, husby, my mum and his parents. Let me tell you. There's a lot of stuff floating around the house for that money. Okay, maybe not floating around the house because I don't have all of it yet, but lots of it is in various stages of shipped. Next up on the list is stocking stuffers. Thank yoooooooooooooou dollar stores for providing us with the best place to find neat things for a decent price!
And with that I should probably think about possibly getting ready to get serious about tidying up the house. After a cup of coffee that is.
Wednesday, 1 October 2014
Snot and a limp noodle.
Teething. Why does is have to go hand in hand with snot? And sickness? Tink is working on some tooth that just doesn't want to come through. Thus a giant snot bucket. And misery. She's nothing but a grump filled, snarly-highpitchedwailing-tantrumthrowing brat. She's also approaching the terrible twos. What a joyful time.
Snot. Buckets and buckets of snot. It's like I'm just a walking Kleenex for her. It's like she seems me and thinks: Hi mommy, let me give you a hug.... slime trail on my pants. Or my neck. Or my arm. Or my mouth. Why, why, WHY is it they want to give you the most kisses when there is slime smeared all over their faces? Gross!! I'm a homing pigeon for snot.
And the really sad thing is? I wouldn't change it. I love my children. The giant monster mess makers, tantrum throwing, whining, screaming, crying, pouting, But Whhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyy? asking, chore fighting beasts that they are. I love them to itty bitty bits and back. Even the snot. I have to love that as well I suppose.
It was also picture day today for R2D2. He's in second grade. How that happened is beyond me. But last night he informed me that it was in fact picture day (thanks, but I spent ages agonizing over whether or not to get his name and grade printed on his pictures), and that he didn't want to wear a nice shirt. He wanted to wear his zombie shirt. Because he's in second grade and he can make these kinds of important decisions himself. I have to give it to the kid, he's got his own logic to him. But in the end, this momma won. And he did in fact wear a nice(er) shirt.
Our peds appointment went as I sort of expected. We have growth in head and body as well as a good increaseof weight in the last 5 days since we've done a check. Tomorrow we get the ball rolling to get him down to Childrens to start figuring out why he's such a limp noodle. Our peds words, not mine.
Dinky is, for now, hypotonic. Why? We don't know. And what does that mean? We don't know. So what's being done about it? ...that's what we're working on. Finding out tomorrow what's happening and when. Hopefully everything will happen sooner rather than later. But for now there's hot coffee in my cup and no time to worry about what-ifs.
We'll save that for the awake in the middle of the night can't sleep mind racing worst case scenario moments that happen.
But for right now? I'm going to celebrate the fact that Dinky lifted his head off his mat today during tummy time. And the fact he's reaching for things with open hands. And he's starting to smile more. It's the little things in life now that are the hugest moments.
Snot. Buckets and buckets of snot. It's like I'm just a walking Kleenex for her. It's like she seems me and thinks: Hi mommy, let me give you a hug.... slime trail on my pants. Or my neck. Or my arm. Or my mouth. Why, why, WHY is it they want to give you the most kisses when there is slime smeared all over their faces? Gross!! I'm a homing pigeon for snot.
And the really sad thing is? I wouldn't change it. I love my children. The giant monster mess makers, tantrum throwing, whining, screaming, crying, pouting, But Whhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyy? asking, chore fighting beasts that they are. I love them to itty bitty bits and back. Even the snot. I have to love that as well I suppose.
It was also picture day today for R2D2. He's in second grade. How that happened is beyond me. But last night he informed me that it was in fact picture day (thanks, but I spent ages agonizing over whether or not to get his name and grade printed on his pictures), and that he didn't want to wear a nice shirt. He wanted to wear his zombie shirt. Because he's in second grade and he can make these kinds of important decisions himself. I have to give it to the kid, he's got his own logic to him. But in the end, this momma won. And he did in fact wear a nice(er) shirt.
Our peds appointment went as I sort of expected. We have growth in head and body as well as a good increaseof weight in the last 5 days since we've done a check. Tomorrow we get the ball rolling to get him down to Childrens to start figuring out why he's such a limp noodle. Our peds words, not mine.
Dinky is, for now, hypotonic. Why? We don't know. And what does that mean? We don't know. So what's being done about it? ...that's what we're working on. Finding out tomorrow what's happening and when. Hopefully everything will happen sooner rather than later. But for now there's hot coffee in my cup and no time to worry about what-ifs.
We'll save that for the awake in the middle of the night can't sleep mind racing worst case scenario moments that happen.
But for right now? I'm going to celebrate the fact that Dinky lifted his head off his mat today during tummy time. And the fact he's reaching for things with open hands. And he's starting to smile more. It's the little things in life now that are the hugest moments.
Tuesday, 30 September 2014
Trepidation and tiredness.
You ever sit there and wish? Wish and wish and wish? Wishing for the days to pass quickly so that the day you're waiting for will hurry up and get here? I've done that. And now that the day is just a (broken) sleep away, I'm nervous.
In fact. I'm down right terrified of what's going to happen next. We will start the ball rolling with waiting for appointment dates I suppose, and yet that just leaves me wondering what the heck is going to happen next. I no longer fear that something is so very terribly wrong with Dinky, but I do know that something is still off with him. It could be the fact that he's just lone tone and we cannot expect a pro football player out of him (which is good, I don't like football!), but I do hope for him to have a little more... more to him. Who knows. It could be wishful thinking that there's nothing majorly wrong with him. There could be. I don't know. I hope not, but if there is...we will learn how to handle it.
He's a few measly days away from being 9 weeks old. I'm crossing my fingers really, really hard that he's finally up to 9 lbs. 9 lbs would be a small celebration! Which is sad really. He wasn't preemie. In fact, he wasn't anything but trouble right from the start I guess you could say. And I always said, just because he knows he's our last one, means he's going to act like a giantdoodoo head. So I suppose I brought this all on myself.
How you ask? Such an innocent baby cannot possibly be adoodoo head. Oh you bet your right foot he can be. Dinky is what they call my rainbow baby. A baby after loss. Everything happened so quickly. Tink was born 10/12, we got pregnant 06/13, got married 8/13 and then diagnosed with blighted ovum at 14 weeks 9/10/13 and then the D&C 9/12/13. D&C. Always reminds me of Dust & Clean. Which is pretty much what they did. The bundle of deceased cells never progressed any farther than 5.5-6 weeks yet I was happily carrying on and advancing like I was in fact pregnant with a viable fetus.
#3 will never be forgotten. I remember the bone-shattering heartache and agony. The rapid emotional shift. I was like a hormonal volcano. It got pretty ugly. I let myself deep grieve for a few days before and after my uterus was free from a renter that didn't want to leave. I was allowed and entitled. We followed the doctors orders and he said that I wouldn't cycle out for at least 6-8 weeks while the hormones regulated themselves.
LIAR!
Men. What do they know!? 5 weeks after my procedure I got my period. Exactly 5 weeks. How do I remember this? To the day? ...I decided to go and slice my hand open. With a knife. And by slicing my hand open I really mean I tried to skin myself. Exactly ONE month to the day of my D&C. So. 10/12/13 rewarded me with 12 stitches, a skin graft and still a foggy understanding of how exactly a knife went through my skin while I was putting it away. Explain that one!
And then... somehow we got pregnant. About 10 days AFTER my period. Tops. So #3 graced us with #4 rather quickly. What a whirlwind!
The beginning stages were fine. I felt fantastic. I worried, of course. I was anxious. I was nervous. I was going to be a mum to 2 under 2. What had I we done?! Yet we were completely overjoyed. We found out we were having a boy at 20 weeks. And he was always so lazy and sleepy during the US. All of them. Little goober! Enter in 28 weeks. Still very few movements from him. I knew he was in there doing his thing thanks to a trusty Doppler. Cue US. Aaaaaaaaaaaand enter Polyhydramnios.
Thank you very much. I now have stretch marks on stretch marks and I'm sure my ass will never be the same again! Weekly US/NST and doctors appointments. Booooorrrrrrrring. At our 38 week US, Dinky decided he was going to be breech. On Thursday. Monday we go in for consult for C-Sec and he was head down. Thursday was eviction day. Whether he be Sec'd our induced, Dinky was coming out! Little turkey decided he wanted to be inducted. The end.
Insert birth story here.
Annnnnd that brings us to 9 weeks later. Low muscle tone, head lag, weird hand posturing and the sloooooooooooowest weight gain. Oh. And his head plates still haven't shifted either. Add that to the list of things to talk about with the pediatrician tomorrow. ...and I need to remember to discuss the leaking feeds. Dinky doesn't puke. He just leaks.
While I'm dreading tomorrow I'm also embracing it. I shall try and find the silver lining in this situation. Like...
He's in his clothes for longer so we get more wear out of them. That's fair!!
Now for the haha...
Husby forgot to put dinner into the oven. An hour later go to check on it and it was ...on the counter
In fact. I'm down right terrified of what's going to happen next. We will start the ball rolling with waiting for appointment dates I suppose, and yet that just leaves me wondering what the heck is going to happen next. I no longer fear that something is so very terribly wrong with Dinky, but I do know that something is still off with him. It could be the fact that he's just lone tone and we cannot expect a pro football player out of him (which is good, I don't like football!), but I do hope for him to have a little more... more to him. Who knows. It could be wishful thinking that there's nothing majorly wrong with him. There could be. I don't know. I hope not, but if there is...we will learn how to handle it.
He's a few measly days away from being 9 weeks old. I'm crossing my fingers really, really hard that he's finally up to 9 lbs. 9 lbs would be a small celebration! Which is sad really. He wasn't preemie. In fact, he wasn't anything but trouble right from the start I guess you could say. And I always said, just because he knows he's our last one, means he's going to act like a giant
How you ask? Such an innocent baby cannot possibly be a
#3 will never be forgotten. I remember the bone-shattering heartache and agony. The rapid emotional shift. I was like a hormonal volcano. It got pretty ugly. I let myself deep grieve for a few days before and after my uterus was free from a renter that didn't want to leave. I was allowed and entitled. We followed the doctors orders and he said that I wouldn't cycle out for at least 6-8 weeks while the hormones regulated themselves.
LIAR!
Men. What do they know!? 5 weeks after my procedure I got my period. Exactly 5 weeks. How do I remember this? To the day? ...I decided to go and slice my hand open. With a knife. And by slicing my hand open I really mean I tried to skin myself. Exactly ONE month to the day of my D&C. So. 10/12/13 rewarded me with 12 stitches, a skin graft and still a foggy understanding of how exactly a knife went through my skin while I was putting it away. Explain that one!
And then... somehow we got pregnant. About 10 days AFTER my period. Tops. So #3 graced us with #4 rather quickly. What a whirlwind!
The beginning stages were fine. I felt fantastic. I worried, of course. I was anxious. I was nervous. I was going to be a mum to 2 under 2. What had
Thank you very much. I now have stretch marks on stretch marks and I'm sure my ass will never be the same again! Weekly US/NST and doctors appointments. Booooorrrrrrrring. At our 38 week US, Dinky decided he was going to be breech. On Thursday. Monday we go in for consult for C-Sec and he was head down. Thursday was eviction day. Whether he be Sec'd our induced, Dinky was coming out! Little turkey decided he wanted to be inducted. The end.
Insert birth story here.
Annnnnd that brings us to 9 weeks later. Low muscle tone, head lag, weird hand posturing and the sloooooooooooowest weight gain. Oh. And his head plates still haven't shifted either. Add that to the list of things to talk about with the pediatrician tomorrow. ...and I need to remember to discuss the leaking feeds. Dinky doesn't puke. He just leaks.
While I'm dreading tomorrow I'm also embracing it. I shall try and find the silver lining in this situation. Like...
He's in his clothes for longer so we get more wear out of them. That's fair!!
Now for the haha...
Husby forgot to put dinner into the oven. An hour later go to check on it and it was ...on the counter
Monday, 29 September 2014
The Beginning
...and hopefully not a sudden ending.
If you are reading this, then welcome.
Let me open the blog with a short introduction.
We have 3 children:
R2D2 is 7, working his way to 8. (he'd like the nickname!)
Tink is (going to be) 2 this month
Dinky is 2 months
Husby is 33 and I'm pretty much 29 so we shall call it that.
We live in a small town in the middle of nowhere. A place where winter comes early and tends to linger longer than it should. Summer can be a hit or miss season -- either torrential rain or drought. So summer means we can either be flooding or on fire. There is no happy medium.
Life is full of twists and turns. Lots of tears (whether they're from joy or not is to be determined).
I am a horrible blogger. Good intentions tend to fail when it comes to writing things down. I love spending hours browsing and pouring over food blogs, family blogs, blogs about hardship, trials, tribulations. Strength and weakness. I embrace them all.
Which is pretty much what you're going to find here. A detailed (fingers crossed at least) look into the life we live with the chaotic mess we call children.
So without further ado... welcome to The Adventures of Threedom.
If you are reading this, then welcome.
Let me open the blog with a short introduction.
We have 3 children:
R2D2 is 7, working his way to 8. (he'd like the nickname!)
Tink is (going to be) 2 this month
Dinky is 2 months
Husby is 33 and I'm pretty much 29 so we shall call it that.
We live in a small town in the middle of nowhere. A place where winter comes early and tends to linger longer than it should. Summer can be a hit or miss season -- either torrential rain or drought. So summer means we can either be flooding or on fire. There is no happy medium.
Life is full of twists and turns. Lots of tears (whether they're from joy or not is to be determined).
I am a horrible blogger. Good intentions tend to fail when it comes to writing things down. I love spending hours browsing and pouring over food blogs, family blogs, blogs about hardship, trials, tribulations. Strength and weakness. I embrace them all.
Which is pretty much what you're going to find here. A detailed (fingers crossed at least) look into the life we live with the chaotic mess we call children.
So without further ado... welcome to The Adventures of Threedom.
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