About Me
- cathy
- I have been married to my wonderful husband for 9 years. We have two daughters, Elizabeth (5 yrs) and Emily (4 yrs) and one son, Charlie (7 months).
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Stuff
I should warn any reader that this post will be full of random information, along with typos and misspellings.
The last month has flown by and it is hard to believe that Easter is in two weeks. We had a couple of weeks of great temps but have had a small setback in wearing our flip flops this weekend. I have full faith in Houston weather and know that in a few short days we will have our toes exposed again!
Charlie had his four month check-up on the 10th and weighed in at a whopping 16 1/2 pounds. He has also grown four inches in four months and is wearing 6-9 month clothes. He is a big, healthy boy who is always smiling and making us laugh. He has discovered his thumb and all four of us are constantly discouraging him from "eating" his hand. We are a paci kind of family. We started him on rice cereal and some veggies, which he spits out. I've seen babies do this on t.v. but have never experienced it first hand. I have had to wipe myself down after feeding him green beans and sweet potatoes. I am bound and determined to have one nonpicky eater so I'll keep feeding him the yucky stuff until he likes it. NOT going to feel guilty about either.
Poor Emily has had strep three times since January. The doc thinks the lastest case is due to the fact the last antibiotic wasn't effective. Jeff and I are ready to discuss a tonsilectomy for the poor girl. The rule of thumb is 5 cases of strep in one year, we are more than half way there. She is so much sweeter when she feels better. It does make us feel bad for the battles we go through with her not knowing that the poor child feels terrible. She is the type of kid that doesn't complain of feeling bad but can be running a 101 fever. We usually don't know she is sick until she sleeps past 8:30, doesn't eat breakfast or vomits. *Note to self: if she is calling me "grossest mommy ever" maybe she has strep again.
Elizabeth will be registering for Kindergarten on the 25th, well I will be registering her. GULP. How did my baby get this old?? I've always told myself I will not be one of those moms who crys, takes a million pics, lingers outside the classroom, etc. but as this milestone approaches I find myself morphing into that mom. Afterall, sometimes those moms make my job awkward and uncomfortable when I am peeling their child off of them and ushering the poor kid into the classroom. Typically, the child isn't the one with the problem. (Don't worry, if you are reading this and you have experienced that with me, I'm not talking about you.)
The girls first t-ball game is this Saturday, should be entertaining. Emily knocks the ball out of the infield on most at-bats at practice but could really careless about playing. She is the rough and tough girly girl. Elizabeth loves the game and loves the uniform but often hits the tee on her at-bats. She is the sensitive tomboy. They are too funny.
Our Spring Break was uneventful and full of home improvement projects (what else is new). We met with the realtor (yea Laura Sanders) and are hoping to have the house on the market by April 1st. Stay tuned...
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Elizabeth's quotes during her illness
On Tamiful:
"This medicine tastes worse than mud!" When has she tasted mud???
On her fever:
"I'll never be able to go outside with this fever." Poor baby wanted to ride her bike.
"Will I be sick forever?"
On Jeff staying up with her in the middle of the night:
"Daddy, you need to get some sleep too." He was "sleeping" in the chair in the living room while she was on the couch.
"This medicine tastes worse than mud!" When has she tasted mud???
On her fever:
"I'll never be able to go outside with this fever." Poor baby wanted to ride her bike.
"Will I be sick forever?"
On Jeff staying up with her in the middle of the night:
"Daddy, you need to get some sleep too." He was "sleeping" in the chair in the living room while she was on the couch.
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