Elsie may be sick for the first time. I'm not sure.
While she was eating in the night, I realized that she was having a hard time because she couldn't breathe out of her nose--snorting a bit, and having to let go and relatch with very swallow. This morning, her nose was stuffed up with snot, and there was a really big green booger in her right nostril that was playing peek-a-boo every time she tried to breathe.
I checked her temperature this morning and she wasn't running one, so I took her on over to J's. J reported a dry cough, lots of sneezing, and not eating well. I brought her home, and when we got inside, she had a runny nose. I took her temperature and she still didn't have a fever. I called the after hours nurse at the pediatrician anyway, and she said not to worry unless Elsie's temperature got above 100.5 degrees, or if she started wheezing, or if she started getting cranky and losing her appetite.
So, maybe she just has allergies like her mama?
And thank you for reassuring me about the hair loss. It's still really weird, but I'm glad I'm not alone. Haha.
Cheers.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Is it hunting season yet?
Honestly, I'll take hunting season over football season any day. At least as a hunting season widow I get the house to myself. :) I'm ready for football to be over. (I know, I know. It just started.) I don't care about football. Now, I will watch select teams--Baylor, Alabama, Auburn--when they're on, but I still only 15% care about it. In reality, I'm reading a book, occasionally looking up to check the score, even when I'm at the game.
Football has been on the TV a lot at my house. I really never knew that my lovely (and I'm not being sarcastic) husband liked football this much because we only ever had a couple of channels on which to watch it. I found out last season when we first got cable, but somehow managed to forget...until last weekend. If it was on TV, it was on our TV. I honestly have not turned the TV on in about 6 weeks. Admittedly, I have checked up on my assets in Cuba, as I do every night (Mafia Wars on FB), and spend a little bit of time Robbing an Electronics Store to find some computer set-ups and untraceable cell phones while trying to take over New York. I have done these things. Yes. But I still feel like the football watching is more out of hand than my looting and icing will ever be. Ah, well.
On a completely different topic, my hair is falling out. I'm a little bit concerned about this because it is worse than it ever was. Handfuls fall out in the shower, handfuls come out when I comb my wet or dry hair, and handfuls are found all over my pillow and sheets. It reminds me of this movie I watched when I was little, called The Peanut Butter Solution. In the movie, the boy loses all his hair. I remember something about his cat falling asleep on his head and he wakes up to find that he is bald. So he tries this magic potion to grow his hair back (the secret ingredient is, you guessed it, peanut butter), but he uses too much and his hair just won't stop growing and growing and growing. I think it was especially remarkable because he was a redhead. Maybe my hair will grow back in red. I'm not bald, but with the hair I'm losing, I feel like I will be one day soon.
On another random topic, I wanted to post yesterday to note the date, 9/9/9, but we had a small group gathering at the pastor's house instead of Wednesday service, and I pretty much fell asleep when we got home. I was exhausted. Then I didn't sleep well because Elsie didn't sleep well, and I was tempted a couple of times in the night to unfurl a sleeping bag on the floor of her room so that I didn't have to go back and forth. So, I was then cranky today. When working with 13-year-olds, that's not the best plan. I have a student with what is probably Aspbergers who drives me INSANE but I have been very patient. Today, not so patient. In fact, she was infuriating. I don't think I was mean, as I was able to practice some restraint in my crankiness (it wasn't her fault Elsie had a bad night), but I'm pretty sure that she got the gist because she stopped getting up out of her seat and coming to ask me things because she knew that my answer was inevitably NO, before I even heard the question. It's going to be a long year with this particular student. If anyone remembers that first year I worked in Austin with a coworker who had Aspbergers, this is going to be a lot like that. Pray for me.
Okay, I think I just heard the growl of the engine outside. Eli is home from his Coast Guard Auxiliary meeting. Elsie is alseep next to me here on the bed. Time to spend quality time with my family.
Cheers.
Football has been on the TV a lot at my house. I really never knew that my lovely (and I'm not being sarcastic) husband liked football this much because we only ever had a couple of channels on which to watch it. I found out last season when we first got cable, but somehow managed to forget...until last weekend. If it was on TV, it was on our TV. I honestly have not turned the TV on in about 6 weeks. Admittedly, I have checked up on my assets in Cuba, as I do every night (Mafia Wars on FB), and spend a little bit of time Robbing an Electronics Store to find some computer set-ups and untraceable cell phones while trying to take over New York. I have done these things. Yes. But I still feel like the football watching is more out of hand than my looting and icing will ever be. Ah, well.
On a completely different topic, my hair is falling out. I'm a little bit concerned about this because it is worse than it ever was. Handfuls fall out in the shower, handfuls come out when I comb my wet or dry hair, and handfuls are found all over my pillow and sheets. It reminds me of this movie I watched when I was little, called The Peanut Butter Solution. In the movie, the boy loses all his hair. I remember something about his cat falling asleep on his head and he wakes up to find that he is bald. So he tries this magic potion to grow his hair back (the secret ingredient is, you guessed it, peanut butter), but he uses too much and his hair just won't stop growing and growing and growing. I think it was especially remarkable because he was a redhead. Maybe my hair will grow back in red. I'm not bald, but with the hair I'm losing, I feel like I will be one day soon.
On another random topic, I wanted to post yesterday to note the date, 9/9/9, but we had a small group gathering at the pastor's house instead of Wednesday service, and I pretty much fell asleep when we got home. I was exhausted. Then I didn't sleep well because Elsie didn't sleep well, and I was tempted a couple of times in the night to unfurl a sleeping bag on the floor of her room so that I didn't have to go back and forth. So, I was then cranky today. When working with 13-year-olds, that's not the best plan. I have a student with what is probably Aspbergers who drives me INSANE but I have been very patient. Today, not so patient. In fact, she was infuriating. I don't think I was mean, as I was able to practice some restraint in my crankiness (it wasn't her fault Elsie had a bad night), but I'm pretty sure that she got the gist because she stopped getting up out of her seat and coming to ask me things because she knew that my answer was inevitably NO, before I even heard the question. It's going to be a long year with this particular student. If anyone remembers that first year I worked in Austin with a coworker who had Aspbergers, this is going to be a lot like that. Pray for me.
Okay, I think I just heard the growl of the engine outside. Eli is home from his Coast Guard Auxiliary meeting. Elsie is alseep next to me here on the bed. Time to spend quality time with my family.
Cheers.
Monday, September 7, 2009
4 Months
**UPDATE** The kitty litter is no longer in my keyboard. It migrated underneath the spacebar yesterday, and then I turned the whole computer upside down and it fell out. Thank you, Colleen, for your advice that I didn't need to use. And thank you, Bookman, for keeping me honest.
Now, on to business.
Elsie is 4 months old today. I can't believe how quickly time has flown by. Let's see, this month Elsie has mastered rolling over. She found her bottom lip. She can grasp objects and can almost put the pacifier back in her mouth (she's an expert on taking it out). She's drooling a lot more, smiling a lot more. In the last week she started giggling, and if I had a camera that captured sound, I would get a video for you. She has graduated (as of today) from slow flow nipples to medium flow nipples on her bottles, and she is now officially in size 2 diapers. She's wearing size 6-9 months clothing because her torso has become so long.
She lost a lot of hair and has become mostly blond on top with a dark mullet leftover in the back. Let's consult some comparison photos. First, a photo taken by my friend Jill when Elsie was 1 day old. Notice the head full of dark hair.
I saw this picture today and almost didn't recognize her. Next, a picture I took of Elsie in her bouncy seat just a few minutes ago.
It looks like it is thinning out, and it is, sort of. There are lots of short, short blonde hairs growing in. Look where the camera flashed off her temple. Blonde. And where her hairline is in the front, blonde. The dark hairs are the long ones that haven't fallen out yet. She still has plenty of hair, it's just not dark anymore. And her ears are quite prominent, Greenawalt-style.
Now, at 4 months, Elsie can sit against the couch, supported, but is obviously anxious to do it herself. Here are some couch-sitting pictures taken earlier today.
We went to Chik-Fil-A today to get free sandwiches for wearing college gear. Elsie wore her Auburn hat (see hat above). People kept stopping to comment--on her eyes, her blue, blue eyes; on her sweet lips; on her alertness. Too cute.
Elsie is also more mobile. She's not crawling, but she's scooting around, sometimes on her face, but mostly on her back. Here's a picture of her on the floor with the Baby Einstein gym earlier.
Did you notice that the gym is facing the camera? That's right, Elsie turned 180-degrees. Did you notice that the gym is off the blanket? That's right, Elsie, after turning, kicked it off in increments. Did you notice that Elsie is hanging out between the legs?
Yes, that's right. She scooted herself between the legs and was working the green circular lever (that plays/changes music) first with her hand, and then with her foot. And she was playing with the orange ball with her hand, knee, foot. Content, for about 30 minutes. No kidding.
She's going to be moving more soon, so keeping my floors clean is becoming more and more pressing. I'm so not looking forward to it.
I know people normally get their children's portraits taken at 3, 6, 9, and 12 months. Stacey took pictures at 2 months, and then I didn't get any at 3 months, as that was around the start of school. And I would like to get her 4-month portrait taken, but don't have the time.
Also, Elsie is being baptized next Sunday. Some of my family is coming in from Texas, and some of Eli's family will be here, too.
Last thing, in the middle of writing this, Elsie was sitting with her daddy on the couch. I had just changed a full pee diaper and we discussed the baby's bowel movements (none in the last 24 hours). Anyway, Eli hopped up from the couch and raced to the changing table. Yep. Poo everywhere. Every. Where. Elsie was mostly perplexed, but she got her hand and knee in it while squirming to get away from her frantic daddy. And then, of course, on the one diaper change job that required 5+ wipes, he ran out after two, and I had to make a mad dash into the other room for more. And then we ended up just bathing the baby because she smelled bad. Really bad. But now she smells good. Time to put her to bed.
Cheers.
Now, on to business.
Elsie is 4 months old today. I can't believe how quickly time has flown by. Let's see, this month Elsie has mastered rolling over. She found her bottom lip. She can grasp objects and can almost put the pacifier back in her mouth (she's an expert on taking it out). She's drooling a lot more, smiling a lot more. In the last week she started giggling, and if I had a camera that captured sound, I would get a video for you. She has graduated (as of today) from slow flow nipples to medium flow nipples on her bottles, and she is now officially in size 2 diapers. She's wearing size 6-9 months clothing because her torso has become so long.
She lost a lot of hair and has become mostly blond on top with a dark mullet leftover in the back. Let's consult some comparison photos. First, a photo taken by my friend Jill when Elsie was 1 day old. Notice the head full of dark hair.
I saw this picture today and almost didn't recognize her. Next, a picture I took of Elsie in her bouncy seat just a few minutes ago.
It looks like it is thinning out, and it is, sort of. There are lots of short, short blonde hairs growing in. Look where the camera flashed off her temple. Blonde. And where her hairline is in the front, blonde. The dark hairs are the long ones that haven't fallen out yet. She still has plenty of hair, it's just not dark anymore. And her ears are quite prominent, Greenawalt-style.Now, at 4 months, Elsie can sit against the couch, supported, but is obviously anxious to do it herself. Here are some couch-sitting pictures taken earlier today.
We went to Chik-Fil-A today to get free sandwiches for wearing college gear. Elsie wore her Auburn hat (see hat above). People kept stopping to comment--on her eyes, her blue, blue eyes; on her sweet lips; on her alertness. Too cute.
Elsie is also more mobile. She's not crawling, but she's scooting around, sometimes on her face, but mostly on her back. Here's a picture of her on the floor with the Baby Einstein gym earlier.
Did you notice that the gym is facing the camera? That's right, Elsie turned 180-degrees. Did you notice that the gym is off the blanket? That's right, Elsie, after turning, kicked it off in increments. Did you notice that Elsie is hanging out between the legs?
Yes, that's right. She scooted herself between the legs and was working the green circular lever (that plays/changes music) first with her hand, and then with her foot. And she was playing with the orange ball with her hand, knee, foot. Content, for about 30 minutes. No kidding.
She's going to be moving more soon, so keeping my floors clean is becoming more and more pressing. I'm so not looking forward to it.
I know people normally get their children's portraits taken at 3, 6, 9, and 12 months. Stacey took pictures at 2 months, and then I didn't get any at 3 months, as that was around the start of school. And I would like to get her 4-month portrait taken, but don't have the time.
Also, Elsie is being baptized next Sunday. Some of my family is coming in from Texas, and some of Eli's family will be here, too.
Last thing, in the middle of writing this, Elsie was sitting with her daddy on the couch. I had just changed a full pee diaper and we discussed the baby's bowel movements (none in the last 24 hours). Anyway, Eli hopped up from the couch and raced to the changing table. Yep. Poo everywhere. Every. Where. Elsie was mostly perplexed, but she got her hand and knee in it while squirming to get away from her frantic daddy. And then, of course, on the one diaper change job that required 5+ wipes, he ran out after two, and I had to make a mad dash into the other room for more. And then we ended up just bathing the baby because she smelled bad. Really bad. But now she smells good. Time to put her to bed.
Cheers.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Bottoms Up
Just a quick note to say that Elsie found her bottom lip two days ago. Now she just hums (sort of) and sucks on her bottom lip, creating A LOT of drool (usually the lip acts as the first line of defense against soaking). It is very amusing.
She's also super cute, asleep on her side, when I go in to feed her or get her dressed in the morning. She almost slept through the night the other night. I woke up at 1 thinking she would be awake, but ended up going back to sleep until 3. By that point, I was hurting so much she had to eat, no questions. And then I pumped in the middle of the night to relieve the rest of the pressure. She was asleep and squeaked when I went in to pick her up out of her crib.
I may have more time over this holiday weekend to post pictures, etc. The in-laws are coming up on their way to the first Bama game of the season.
And there's still kitty litter stuck in the keyboard--STILL under the N key. Can't. Get. It. Out. ARG!!!
She's also super cute, asleep on her side, when I go in to feed her or get her dressed in the morning. She almost slept through the night the other night. I woke up at 1 thinking she would be awake, but ended up going back to sleep until 3. By that point, I was hurting so much she had to eat, no questions. And then I pumped in the middle of the night to relieve the rest of the pressure. She was asleep and squeaked when I went in to pick her up out of her crib.
I may have more time over this holiday weekend to post pictures, etc. The in-laws are coming up on their way to the first Bama game of the season.
And there's still kitty litter stuck in the keyboard--STILL under the N key. Can't. Get. It. Out. ARG!!!
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