Adventures with poison control! And the ER! And the pediatric ophthalmologist!

We’ve been doing this parenting thing for just over 6 years now, and last Monday I had to call poison control for the very first time. The scene: Will and Kalena had just gone outside to see if our neighbors (two townhouses over) could play, Daniel was napping, I was nursing the baby and had just texted Brian that my headache had morphed into a migraine and if he could come home even a couple minutes early I’d appreciate it. Not 2 minutes later Kalena came back in. I thought I could hear someone crying, and I asked if it was Will. She said it was, so I told her to go tell him to come in. (Often the kids end up crying over minor things and are fine after they come tell me about it.) She left and came back, but Will wasn’t coming. After a minute or so I thought something must actually be wrong if he wasn’t here yet, so I went outside to see. I stepped out just in time to see him walk up, his entire face, hairline to chin, covered in bluish-gray goo. He was wailing and my first thought was, “What in the HELL is that?!” Then Kalena and I had a conversation that went like this:

(All these questions happened rapid fire in a seriously panicked voice.)

Me: What happened??

Kalena: He popped the soap on Jana’s porch.

Me: Soap?

Kalena: Yeah! The soap!

Me: How do you pop soap?

Kalena: He popped it and it got on his face!

Me: How do you pop soap? What kind of soap? Like a bottle of soap?

Kalena: The bubbles. A bubble of soap. Like we wash stuff with.

Me: Bubbles? Like, laundry soap? Like the Tide Pods we use in the washer??

Kalena: YEAH!

Me, in my head: CRAAAAAP.

I knew I needed to flush his eyes out and I knew he was gonna hate it. This is a kid who doesn’t like water on his head or face AT ALL and I was going to try to get water directly in his eyes. FUN.

So I dragged him into the house and wiped his face off with a towel and took him upstairs to the shower. I said, “I know you’re not gonna like this, but we have to wash that stuff off your face.” Then I proceeded to shove him in the shower fully dressed. The next 5 minutes or so involved TONS of screaming, me trying to physically force his face in the water, and also trying not to throw up because HAHA migraines make me really sensitive to noise. Then, in the midst of things, Will starts telling me he can’t see. Face out of the water, opening his eyes looking blankly in front of him and wailing “I can’t see! I can’t see!” That. Was. Terrifying. I continued trying to get his eyes rinsed and I called Brian. Our conversation was about 2 seconds long and went like this: “Will popped a tide pod in his face and I have him in the shower but he’s telling me he can’t see and you have to COME HOME NOW.” And he said, “Call poison control.”

The guy at poison control was very nice, but more concerned about possible ingestion than the eyes. Will assured me that he hadn’t swallowed any, and that he didn’t bite it. Poison control guy tells me I should watch for nausea, vomiting, coughing, and sleepiness and take him to the ER for any of those symptoms. He also tells me I should see if I can find out for sure what kind of pod it was since Tide pods aren’t the only ones in existence. (Apparently there are car wash pods? I had no idea.) Anyway, he says he’ll call back in 30 min to see how Will is and see if I can find out what the pod was. After I get off the phone I go back to Will, who is currently standing in the shower away from the water and has his eyes shut. I knew they still needed rinsed better, so at this point I get in the shower fully dressed as well. It’s a little easier to force his face into the water this way, but he still won’t open his eyes to let any water in and after a few more minutes of thrashing and screaming I figure that’s the best I’m going to be able to do and we’ll try again when Brian gets home. I put Will on his bed with wet washcloth over his eyes and go out to see if I can find out what exactly Will popped on his face. I didn’t even have to knock on the neighbors’ door and ask anything, the half-popped Tide Pod was still sitting on their porch.

I get back in the house, check on Will (still laying quietly in his bed) and take the baby from Kalena (who had been sitting with her) to nurse. (Poor Kalena. Lydia was screaming this entire time too and Kalena was doing her very best to make her happy and get her to stop crying.) Brian gets home while I’m nursing the baby. (This was about 3:30 pm) He asks me what poison control said, I fill him in on everything that’s happened. He asks me to call the pediatrician’s office to see if they recommend taking him there or to the ER. Then he takes Will back in the bathroom to see if he can get his eyes rinsed any better. More screaming and thrashing ensue. Pediatrician’s office says they just recommend doing whatever poison control says, so in this case, ER. Brian comes back in and tells me he thinks Will should go in since he won’t let us actually get any water in his eyes. I agree and off they go.

At the ER he got his eyes held open and flushed out. Brian said he’s never heard one of our kids scream like that. And he was the one who went to the ER with Will when Will got his finger tip chopped off. I guess they did that twice, and they put some dye in there and looked with a black light for corneal abrasions and blistering. (None.) They also talked to a pediatric ophthalmologist since Will wouldn’t open his eyes, but apparently that was not concerning. They did, however, recommend that we follow up with a visit to the pediatric ophthalmologist within 24 hours. All told Brian and Will were at the ER for about 5 hours, and came home with a prescription for tylenol with codine and one for a cream to put in his eyes for “chemical conjunctivitis.” (Of course, since he hates having anything put in his eyes, putting that cream in there 4 times a day was lots of fun.) Brian got the story from Will while they were at the ER. Apparently he saw the pod on the ground, picked it up, and while it was in his hand knocked on the neighbor’s door. It exploded, right at face level and probably only inches from his face. Such a fluke.

Tuesday morning I called and got an appointment with at Children’s to see the ophthalmologist. Unfortunately they could only get me in at their North location. Normally I go to the South location. We are actually SOUTH of the South location. The North location is an hour away. Next I start calling around to see if any of my friends here can take Daniel. Because I can do 2 non-walkers, or I can do 1 non-walker and 1 kid who won’t open his eyes, but I can’t do 2 non-walkers AND a kid who won’t open his eyes. Luckily one of my friends said she could take him, so after lunch we load up in the car, drop off Daniel and Kalena and head up to Children’s. The ophthalmologist seemed unconcerned about the fact that he won’t open his eyes, but did put in more of the dye and check his eyes with a black light again. As they told us in the ER, no serious damage and nothing that would be permanent. The doctor said he’d probably be opening them by the next day, but if he wasn’t to call and they’d see us again. (At this point the last thing I wanted was to do this AGAIN, so I was REALLY hoping he’d open them the next day.)

Eventually on Wednesday he did open them. (After much bribery and promises that nobody else would put anything in there if he’d just OPEN HIS EYES ALREADY.) They were still SUPER bloodshot, and his eyelids were so swollen his eyes were still basically half closed, causing him to look like a tiny 4 year old stoner. But! He could see!


He’s not glaring here. This is just how they looked.

Before he would open them he insisted on keeping his sunglasses on. So he looked like this.


And was made extra pathetic by a hoarse, gravelly voice caused by all the screaming/crying after the incident.

So. Quite the adventure.

Eleven questions

Nobody tagged me, but I’ve always got time for a survey post, so here goes.

1. What is your favorite kind of cheese? Um, just one? Because I LOVE cheese. All kinds. Everything from canned easy cheese to smoked gouda. Seriously. Yes to cheese.

2. What are you excited about? We have a family reunion coming up at a family camp, and part of the deal is kids activities. The kids get broken into groups by age and go with camp counselors and do stuff all day. And that means we’ll have real actual FREE TIME on this vacation! WOO!

3. How did you celebrate your last birthday? Take out sushi and ice cream cake. Nothing exciting.

4. What is on your bedside table? My jewelry box, a lamp, coaster with one of my giant water cups, my “thought a day” book, a picture Kalena drew for me, a book, and a box of baby wipes. Maybe a chapstick? Probably something I’m forgetting. Oh! I’m pretty sure there’s an empty dish from eating M&Ms in bed.

5. What do you order from the movie theater concession stand? Popcorn and soda. The big size. We RARELY go to the movies, so when we go we do the whole thing. Although, if I want candy I bring it in my purse. (No movie theater sells dark chocolate! That’s what I like!)

6. Do you have a garden? What’s growing? I do not have a garden, and good thing because I kill ALL plants.

7. Any summer plans? Besides the above mentioned family reunion, likely we’ll be getting Daniel’s tonsils out. And possibly Kalena’s also. FUN, right? Probably a lot of swimming in the apartment complex pool. Hopefully working on some projects.

8. Which TV couple(s) are you rooting for? I don’t watch any current TV soooo…none.

9. What’s the last thing you bought? I believe that would be groceries. I’m assuming paying hospital bills doesn’t count as buying anything. Or, if it does count, last thing I bought was Lydia’s echo.

10. What’s one thing you are passionate about? Informing people that “woah” is not a word. It’s spelled “whoa.”

11. What are you grateful for this week? That Lydia is generally a good sleeper. Life is SO crazy right now, I’m super glad she keeps the night wake-ups to a minimum. (Fully aware that I’m jinxing myself by posting about this.)


Anyway, what about you?


Back to the catching up! I haven’t posted about Easter yet, so here you go! (I KNOW you’ve been sitting around waiting to see Easter pictures of my kids.)

First of all, some pictures from the Kansas City Down Syndrome Guild Easter event. They served donuts from Krispy Kreme and bagels from Panera (so basically my favorite breakfast EVER.) And I heard from one of the volunteers that Krispy Kreme delivered twice as many donuts as ordered for no extra charge. In case you needed ANOTHER reason to love them.

The Easter Bunny was there:

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Kalena was excited to see him, and Daniel was VERY curious about the giant bunny. Will was scared, so he stuck with me.

There was also a balloon animal guy.



Kalena asked for a bunny, because hey! Easter!



Will asked for a crocodile. OBVIOUSLY.

This Easter thing was the first big Down syndrome thing we’ve been to here. Most of the stuff we go to is just our county, not all of KC. And those events are usually for certain age groups, so we go to the ones for families with kids with Ds who are under five, or whatever. Anyway, it was lots of fun.

Back to Easter stuff at home. Of course we did some egg dying.





We let them each dye 6 eggs. Makes me appreciate my mom for letting my sisters and I each dye a dozen (at our request.) Because MAN three dozen hardboiled eggs would be a lot to eat.

The Easter Bunny brought and hid baskets with candy and a book in each. (No basket for Lydia. And I ate most of Daniel’s candy.) Then after church Brian hid the eggs the kids had dyed. Now, last but not least, dressed up for church pictures!





Look! Everyone made it into the pictures! Even though you can barely see Will because he insisted on holding Daniel and they’re basically the same size. Ah, kids.


Y’all, Kalena turned 6 today. SIX!! We’ve been parents for six years now. This hardly seems possible. We celebrated yesterday with gifts first thing in the morning (Legos) and a trip to the mall to spend a gift card from my parents (Disney store.) Then lunch out at her choice, Panda Express. Then a movie while Daniel napped, followed by a trip to the new museum here. Busy day!

She did opt to have her cake today though. She also insisted repeatedly that we refer to her as “birthday girl.” Here’s here cake, made exactly to her specifications: purple frosting with orange edges and pink writing, plus three kinds of sprinkles, one for each color.



Okay, she DID actually request that I write, “Happy Birthday Kalena! Kalena is turning 6!” But she conceded to just have a “6″ since there wasn’t room for the rest. (Apparently I need to work on my cake writing skills.)


And here’s the birthday girl herself, enjoying some cake.



Happy birthday, Kalena!

75 years of Oz


So, I’m doing some catching up since my blogging has been less than stellar lately. Starting with our visit to the “75 Years of Oz” exhibit in Kansas City. If you didn’t know, Kalena is kind of obsessed with the Wizard of Oz. She loooooves it. So when we heard about this exhibit we knew we’d be going. (Plus, it was free. Best kind of outing.)

Kalena with the ruby slippers!



Don’t worry, we didn’t pick any apples.



Heading back to Kansas.



Will is terrified of the flying monkeys. He was a little scared to take this picture.



Me with Daniel in a munchkin house.



Kalena with her favorite characters, Dorothy and Glinda.



Anyway, lots of fun! And then I had a baby 4 days later!

A day in the life

Here’s a normal day in my life right now with 4 kids. (4 kids!) (As a testament to how busy things are these days, I started this post DAYS ago, and just now had a minute to finish it.)

4:20 am: Lydia wakes up to eat. I feed her and then work on getting her back to sleep.

5:15 am: Baby is still awake and I hear a door in the hallway. I would have thought it was Kalena, but after he’s done in the bathroom I hear Will waking Daniel up. Crap. This is early for the boys, especially Daniel. I hope Daniel will go back to sleep.

5:20 am: Baby is finally asleep again so I go back to sleep too.

7:15 am: Brian wakes me and tells me he’s leaving for work. All the kids are up (the boys did NOT go back to sleep) and they’re downstairs watching Sesame Street.

7:20 am: Lydia wakes up again. The kids seem okay momentarily so I feed her and change her before going downstairs.

7:45 am: Looks like she’s asleep again. Of course she goes to sleep immediately THIS time. I lay her back down and get myself ready for the day. Well, I throw on some yoga pants with the shirt I slept in and brush my teeth, anyway.

7:53 am: Downstairs to make some breakfast. It’s oatmeal today. We alternate between oatmeal (Kalena’s favorite) and cheesy scrambled eggs (Will’s favorite.) I mix up the oatmeal with flavored creamer instead of milk, and the kids love it.

8:05 am: Breakfast is ready so we all sit down to eat. We discuss the word “windy” (word of the day on Sesame Street) and speculate on what the weather will be like today.

8:15 am: The big kids have plowed through breakfast already so they clear their dishes and go down to the basement to play. I finish up breakfast with Daniel. He’s in an obnoxious food throwing phase so feeding him is an exercise in frustration most days. Fortunately he likes oatmeal, so not much of it ends up on the floor.

8:30 am: After finishing up, Daniel and I play in the living room. (His toys are there while the big kids’ toys are in the basement.) Right now playing mostly involves me cheering his walking efforts. He stands up, takes a step or too and then lunges at his target (usually me.) Our playtime is interrupted  repeatedly by the big kids complaining about various infractions committed by the other- “Kalena shouted at me!” “Will threw something!” as usual.


8:45 am: There’s a knock on the door and I panic that I’ve forgotten some appointment or other. I go to answer it and feel glad the house is relatively clean at the moment. But it’s just fed ex with some pictures I ordered. Whew! I hear Lydia stirring, but I leave her for the moment in the hopes that she’s not really waking up just yet. It seems luck is on my side and she’s quiet again in a few minutes.

8:54 am: Kirsta calls! We don’t talk all that often, but it FEELS like we do because she lives next to Kari and I talk to Kari a lot. We chat, our conversation punctuated by exclamations like, “Don’t put the rabbit food in the dog’s water!” and “Nononono, spit that out!” because 4 kids each means quiet moments are few and far between. We discuss life with 4 kids and the fact that things are just going to be HARD for a while. After a while I hear the baby again so we wrap up our conversation.

9:30 am: Off the phone, baby is awake and MAD, but I change Daniel and put him down for a nap first. It’s early for a nap, but since he was up at 5:15 I figure he needs it. Sounds like I’m right, he doesn’t fight it at all. Once he’s down I feed the baby and play on my phone while I do.

9:55 am: The baby is fed and happy so I play “attack turtles” with Will, something he’s been begging to do all morning. (It’s a game he made up using pieces of another Ninja Turtles game he has.) It’s a quick game and after a couple rounds I offer to read to the kids. Each of them picks a story. Horton Hears a Who for Kalena and Bartholomew and the Oobleck for Will.

10:25 am: Just as we finish the second story my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. We chat for a few minutes about what’s been going on there (Kari is there for Spring Break) and here (doctors appointments, Lydia’s pictures.)

10:40 am: Off the phone and the kids are occupied for the moment with coloring so I throw in a load of laundry. Then I change the baby and get her dressed in a clean outfit. It’s the one we brought her home from the hospital in and I feel a little wistful that this is likely the last time she’ll wear it. The kids want to take some pictures with her, so obviously I oblige.


Lydia wasn’t so happy about it though.

Will and I play a couple more rounds of attack turtles and then Kalena and Will play together while I try to get the baby to sleep.

11:30 am: Apparently sleep isn’t on Lydia’s agenda. Lunch has to happen anyway, so I let her hang out in the bouncer while I get it ready.

11:45 am: Sit down to lunch only to be interrupted by a crying baby 2 minutes later. I bounce her while I eat and she finally settles down.

11:55 am: The kids are done with their PB&J so I send Kalena to get her stuff ready for school. When I finish my lunch I put on real pants and a shirt with no spit up on it. Obviously Lydia went to sleep, we have to leave for school in 20 minutes.

12:15 pm: We have to leave, so I wake Daniel up. (He was still ZONKED.) Get everyone in the car and we’re on our way. Lydia is not happy to be in the car seat and spends the whole drive over and back screaming. She finally falls asleep as we pull in to our apartment complex.

12:35 pm: We get home, I send Will to his room for “quiet time” and feed Daniel lunch. Lydia is awake again, of course, so I hold her while I’m feeding Daniel. When Daniel is done I turn on an episode of Sesame Street so I can feed the baby without him trying to smack her face/poke her in the eyes.

1:15 pm: The baby is fed and in the swing so I change the laundry and put away clean laundry from yesterday. I’m interrupted by  Will who tells me he’s “done with quiet time.” Uh, no kid. Go back to your room. When I’m finished putting away laundry I put away clean dishes and wash the dishes from breakfast and lunch. I finish the dishes just as the baby wakes up. I give her a pacifier and hope for a few minutes to check the ads. She goes back to sleep! Woo!

2:10 pm: Daniel hasn’t taken 2 naps in ages, but he seems super tired and is fussy, so I lay him down again. He doesn’t go to sleep right away, but he also doesn’t protest at all. I get out my computer to check Lydia’s photo album from her 1 month pictures. Spend way too much time creating collages I probably won’t buy.

3:00 pm: Shut down my computer and dig through the cupboard for snacks. I normally don’t snack in the afternoon but I’m feeling snacky today. I find a couple boxes of yogurt raisins. Excellent. Will always wants a snack when we go get Kalena. I go into Will’s room and find him asleep in his closet. 4 year olds are weird. I wake him up and tell him he can have his yogurt raisins in the car. I try not to wake Lydia putting her in the carseat. That goes about like you can imagine. Next up I wake Daniel, who did go to sleep eventually and is still sound asleep.

3:14 pm: Everyone is in the car and we head over to school to pick Kalena up. Once we park Will begins his daily chorus of “Is Kalena coming out yet?” He probably asks me this 20 times every pick up.

3:35 pm: Lydia starts crying and I debate getting her out for the last five minutes we’ll be there. Settle for standing next to her carseat and repeatedly retrieving her pacifier. Kalena comes out and we head home. We check the mail when we get into the complex. The kids have made a game of guessing if we’ll have a package or not. (We’ve had a LOT of packages.)

3:55 pm: Home again. Sign a permission slip for Kalena. Help Will in the bathroom. Get the kids set up with a Signing Times DVD. Feed the baby.

4:35 pm: Get Will dressed to play outside. He prefers to stay in his pajamas as much as possible, and most of the time that’s fine by me. Start dinner. Lydia is fussy, so I use one foot to bounce her in the bouncy seat while I cook dinner.

5:50 pm: Dinner is ready, and Brian walks in just as Daniel falls off the couch. General chaos is the name of the game. We sit down to dinner together. Typically Brian feeds Daniel while I hold or bounce Lydia. By 6:20 the kids are done, but Brian and I sit and chat while we finish our dinner.

6:30 pm: I put Lydia in the swing for a minute so I can feed Daniel a bottle. (Since I documented this day we’ve actually given up bottles completely for sippy cups. Woo!) Brian gives Kalena a bath and Will plays by himself. After Daniel finishes his bottle he and Will play for a few minutes.

6:45 pm: I put away the dinner dishes while Kalena picks up Daniel’s toys in the living room. Picking up is her latest bedtime stall tactic. OBVIOUSLY I give in. I’d be stupid not to.

7:10 pm: The baby wakes up in the swing so I feed her again. Brian puts the other three kids to bed.

7:40 pm: Kids are finally in bed. Brian and I chat some more before I head to Target to pick up a couple things. I wander around Target for half an hour or so because: Target! I love Target.

8:45 pm: I get home. Brian and I hang out for the rest of the evening.

9:45 pm: I’m spent, so I shower and get ready for bed. Whew! Long day.

(I know this is long, and I’m publishing without editing because my computer is going to die. Woo!)



Will the 4 year old

Hey! Back in December Will turned 4 and I never wrote about it! Originally he wanted a cake with stars (easy! I can do that.) But then he changed his mind and decided he wanted a dinosaur volcano. I wasn’t really sure how I was going to manage that, but then someone suggested starting with a bundt cake so that’s what I did. Here’s the final product:


I DID have some of those dinosaurs just standing there, but when Will saw it he insisted they ALL be dying in the lava. So. Who am I to deny the birthday boy, right?

We just did his 4 year well visit (when we did Daniel’s 2 year well visit.) He is 38 1/2 inches tall (7%) and weighs 35 lbs (45%). Hilariously this means he’s only 4 3/4 inches taller than Daniel. The pediatrician was like, “Uh, has he always been this short?” And yes. Yes he has. We also discovered at the appointment that he had an ear infection! He seemed fine, but apparently not. When we asked if his ear hurt (because he never said anything about it) he said, “No, it just hurts on the inside!” So I’m not really sure if it ACTUALLY hurt and he just didn’t say, or if he only said that because we were asking. He’s big on giving the answer he thinks you want. For instance, if you ask where Buster Bear is and he doesn’t know, he’ll still tell you somewhere. He’ll never just say he doesn’t know.

At age four: he is still obsessed with dinosaurs. He also has recently developed a love of LEGOs and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. He loves his siblings, especially Daniel. The other night when Brian was putting them to bed Daniel started crying when Brian left the room and I heard Will say, “It’s okay Daniel! It’s okay, I’m here with you!” Those moments are just my favorite. He likes to remind us that he is “still small” (his words.) Mostly when we are encouraging him to get himself dressed or other “big kid” things. He doesn’t drink milk (unless it’s in cereal) but loves yogurt. He still eats his weight in breakfast foods, with eggs and oatmeal being the big favorites. He’s quite chatty these days which is often very amusing. Just all around a fun guy.


Some quick bullet point updates

I have a list of posts I need to write, but here are some things to update before I forget.

  • A couple people asked me what a lip tie is. A lip tie is where the skin connecting the upper lip to the top gums is short, or attached lower than usual. It keeps the top lip from flanging out like it should. Lydia’s isn’t too severe, but it does mean her top lip is flush against my skin when she nurses instead of having that “fish lip” look it should have. Fixing a lip tie is more involved than fixing a tongue tie, so they don’t like to do it unless it’s causing problems. (In some cases it’s bad enough that baby’s top lip gets pulled under the gums while nursing. That is trouble.)
  • Daniel is now standing unsupported AND taking steps!! This is super exciting :)


  • School starts again for Kalena tomorrow (she’s been on spring break.) I’m not looking forward to drop off and pick up, because Lydia hates her carseat and spends most of her time in it screaming.
  • Because I wrote that Lydia’s middle of the night feedings were short, obviously I jinxed myself. Now they generally take 2 hours. I mean, the actual feeding part takes 20 minutes or so, but then she’s awake for another hour and a half. This isn’t so conducive to getting a good night’s sleep.
  • Managing at home with four has been…interesting. Having Daniel and Lydia is really like having two babies. Most days involve someone screaming at me for a good portion of the day. Also? They really can’t be in a room together. Daniel won’t leave her alone and he is not gentle. (He’s not trying to be mean. He’s just overly enthusiastic.)
  • Lydia and I have thrush. It’s awful and the stuff they prescribed on Friday does not seem to be doing anything, so I’ll likely be making a trip to the pediatrician tomorrow.
  • I got my regular clothes back out, which, YAY! No more maternity clothes! But also BOO, only about 4 things in my whole closet fit without looking terrible. So if you see me in the same 3 shirts all the time, YOU KNOW WHY.
  • I’m quoted in this article: Genuine Images of Motherhood (on page 4.) It’s from March 1st, but I kept forgetting to link to it!

That’s all for now. More soon! Hopefully!

More on Lydia

Well, I talked about Lydia’s 2 week appointment, but I didn’t talk about her 1 week appointment. I’m doing things backward. Actually, I would have written about it on the last post too, but she started crying and you know, needing stuff.

Anyway, the pediatrician’s office here has you meet with a “newborn team” for the first visit. They have a newborn nurse and a lactation consultant. I learned a couple things at this visit- first, that Lydia has a heart murmur. They missed it at the hospital, but we confirmed it a few days later with an echo at Children’s hospital. Hers is caused by a ventricular septal defect (a hole between the ventricles) which is the most common congenital heart defect. According to the pediatric cardiologist the hole is tiny and will most likely close on its own. We won’t do anything except a follow up echo when she’s a year old. (The regular pediatrician listened at her 2 week appointment and said it was really hard to hear, so it’s not surprising that it got missed initially.) I’m a little amused that Lydia has a heart murmur when Daniel didn’t. The second thing I learned is the Lydia has a lip tie. Well, I confirmed this rather than learned it. I suspected based on the way her lips look when she latches, and the lactation consultant confirmed that I was right. Fortunately it’s not causing me pain while she nurses, so it’s not anything we’ll need to do anything about.

And now a picture to reward you for reading.


(I love her hair.)


2 years and 2 weeks

Daniel turned 2 on Tuesday! I can hardly believe it. I still think of him as my baby, even though we have another baby now. Anyway, we had his 2 year well visit on Wednesday and here are his stats: he’s 33 3/4 inches tall (45%) and weighs 23 lbs 9 oz (10%). So he’s kind of a tall skinny guy, although I don’t think of him as tall since he doesn’t walk. Daniel does several signs these days including: milk, more, eat, all done, out, bath, book, water, mama, and banana. They aren’t always super clear, but he does them! He signs bath after every meal, which I love. (He definitely doesn’t get a bath after every meal although I’m sure he’d like one.) He is SO CLOSE to walking. In fact, he took a step yesterday! It was just a “let go of the ottoman, step/lunge for the couch” but still. It’s the first time he’s ever done that. His physical therapist said she’s never seen a kid be SO ready to walk and just not walking yet. He still doesn’t say any words, although he does say “ba” or “ba ba” when he signs milk (meaning bottle) and he also says “ba” when signing bath. He’s working on it, but he’s a long way from talking still.

He’s stopped biting so much (thank goodness) but he still does it sometimes when he’s really mad. Or if you try to get something out of his mouth. He continues to throw whatever food we put on his tray which is obnoxious. He used to only throw food when he was done eating, but these days he throws everything you put on there and then cries because he’s hungry. We mostly deal with this by feeding him instead of letting him feed himself. It’s probably not the best solution, but I’m not sure what else to do at the moment. He’s into everything (as most 2 year olds are) and can finally pull himself up onto the couch which is good- yay milestones, and bad- because he can reach a lot more stuff. He loves Sesame Street, a relatively new development since he used to not care about TV at all. He’s an especially big fan of Elmo. He also loves playing with Kalena and Will and gets very sad if they leave him alone. At bedtime he and Will chat at each other and play until they fall asleep. Neither of them likes to go to bed alone. Daniel loves to be read to and will bring books over and sign “book” aggressively until I read to him. We’ve mostly quit bottles, but he still gets one at bedtime and he insists that I give it to him. (He won’t take one from anyone else, but he’ll WAIL away in his crib if you try to put him to bed without one.) He’s quite curious about the baby, and wants to touch her (smack her in the face) whenever she’s in reach. He watches anyone who’s carrying her around, but he doesn’t seem jealous.

He continues to be adorable, and he very much enjoyed his birthday cake.

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He did get his requested bath after this.

Well, on Tuesday Daniel turned 2 years old, and on Wednesday Lydia turned 2 weeks old! She had a quick weight check at the doctor and she’s up to 7 lbs 3 oz, which is just above her birthweight. Yay! Nursing is going well, (the best it’s ever gone for me) but she’s still getting a bottle (1-2 oz) most days. She likes her swing, hates her car seat, will take a pacifier, and is not a fan of having her diaper changed. She is very alert when she’s awake- reminds me of Kalena. Most nights she has a fussy couple hours where she only wants to sleep on me. Usually this means I don’t get to sleep as early as I’d like, but so far once she’s down for the night she’s down and middle of the night feedings are brief. (Obviously I’ll say this now and then she’ll be up for hours in the middle of the night tonight.) I’ve been taking advantage of having help (my MIL was here right after she was born and my mom is here now) by sleeping in until 8 or 9 every morning. I’m going to be very sad when I have to actually get up in the mornings again. And deal with kids. And make breakfast. Sad, sad day.

Anyway, she also continues to be adorable, if a little skeptical of me and all my picture taking.DSCN7466

And now I’m posting without proofreading because the baby is crying! Sorry!