Friday, December 22, 2006
She has recently taken to giving Peaches all the made-up names. Usually they aren't even really words. A few minutes ago, she walked in with Peaches on the leash and asked:
"Would you like to meet my dog, Pelvis?"
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Dillon was asking what the solstice meant, so I was trying to explain it to her yesterday. I tried in vain to find a picture on the internet that would illustrate the tilt of earth away from the sun. When that didn't work, I tried drawing a picture. I drew a big picture of the sun, then a couple of pictures of the earth tilted forward and away. She seemed to follow, then after this 3 minute explanation was done, she said- "Now draw the earth touching the sun so it burns up!"
I think my explanation was lost on her. Maybe we'll just stick with "Now the sun will be out a little longer each day."
Monday, December 18, 2006
Friday, December 15, 2006
It seems as though Dillon has outgrown naps. That's a harder one for me to deal with, though I have to admit that she really does OK without one. It used to be that she slept horribly at night if she didn't have a nap, but now not so much. She's a little more "fragile" in the evenings, but that can often be attributed to her (inherited from her daddy's) trait of ignoring her hungry belly until she's falling apart. We've been working on that lots and lots lately. She's also gotten a lot better at entertaining herself to give me some work time.
Peaches has taken huge steps in both bravery and stupidity in that when she goes out to pee, she pees, then runs directly into the road. A busy road at that. It's happened twice, making me none too happy either time. I suppose no one clued her into the fact that she shouldn't make her very pregnant owner chase after her in the snow so she doesn't get hit by a car in front of the 3 year old owner. Nor should you spend the rest of the day groveling at having made your owner so angry. It only irritates her more to have you underfoot all day.
Dave is months from finishing anesthesia training. We both marvel at how close after 11 years of pursing this dream. Close, yet far- he's developed serious "short-timer's" syndrome. We've been making some plans for him to work some- as an anesthesiologist- during his ICU training. Just seems unreal- both that it's possible AND the amount of money he can make doing so.
Life's just unsettled right now. Not in bad ways- very exciting way, but sometimes I feel a little like someone at the top of the roller coaster that's headed for an amazing ride- can't wait, but scared to death all the same.
Friday, December 08, 2006
We played outside a couple of times today until I got entirely too whiny about being cold. Dillon either got cold as well or just got tired of hearing me whine about it, I'm not sure. She had a good time pretending we were penguins in Antartica (no real stretch there...) and that I was protecting her from freezing. My solution was to pretend we were Carribean penguins and go inside. Yes, I realize there is no such thing as a Carribean penguin.
I got tagged by Karen to post 6 weird things about myself.
1) I profess a belief in a desire for homeschooling and teaching things honestly, yet I teach my child about some falsehood as Carribean penguins as a not so clever ploy to get to go inside. In my defense, the wind chill is 5 degrees.
2) Along those lines- I have the coldest feet on a living human being. I wear socks to bed year round and will only go sockless on the warmest of days.
3)I can curl my tongue.
4) I get up between 5:30-6:00 most mornings to exercise. And than I actually do it.
5) I stopped drinking cow's milk after we visited a farm and saw cow's being milked and an explanation of how they separate the baby from the mother after a certain amount of time so the baby doesn't drink all the milk. Dillon was an infant at the time and I was working, having to pump on the days that I worked. It just all added up to being completely repulsed by the thought of drinking a big glass of milk. As if that weren't weird enough, I still eat cheese, though.
6) I hate crowds. I'll go without something from the grocery store if it means I have to go when it would be crowded. Or I'll skip an event if it's more crowd than I think I can deal with.
So there you go...
Friday, December 01, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Fast forward to that evening. She found a hummingbird feeder that I've never managed to find a home for until we actually have hummingbirds again in the spring. She spent a solid hour pretending to be a hummingbird- first she was an egg hatching, then she'd fly to the door and want to come in, then used her wings to hold the feeder still so she could eat out of it- on and on. Last night, she found a pair of Dave's socks and spent about the next half hour pretending she was a dog with broken legs and they were her casts. She figured out all kinds of ways to do things with 2 broken legs.
It really is unfortunate she doesn't like to use her imagination. I wonder what she'd come up with if she did?!
Saturday, November 25, 2006
This is the back step, immediately outside the back door. For some reason, the birds just aren't jumping up to eat it from this spot. Couldn't be because of the dog going past that spot several times per day. I suppose it's the thought that counts.
Friday, November 24, 2006
Here we are Thanksgiving evening. We had a great day, cooking and hanging out. I took Dillon & Peaches for a walk in the woods. We found several dens of hibernating animals that I sucessfully kept both Dillon and Peaches out of. Dillon was sure that every one of them was for a bear, even though they were all far too small for a bear to get into. Our neighbors across the street saw one in our driveway a couple of years ago & Dillon has never forgotten it. Otherwise, she made creative use of any and every downed branch by turning them all into horses. We had to pet the horses, she rode them, we fed them, and groomed them. Peaches, for her part, ran and ran and ran. Only once did she stay gone long enough to make me worry a little. But return, she did and slept well when we came back in.
So, we explained Thanksgiving as a special day that we think and talk about the things that we are glad we have in our lives. We checked out a book on Thanksgiving from the library, which she's enjoyed. Dave & I said we were thankful for our families, our friends, for the new baby coming, for Peaches and for getting to spend the day together. Dillon said she was thankful for Dimetredon ( one of her toy dinosaurs). What about mom and dad, we said? Yes, she's thankful for us. What about Peaches? Yes, her too. What about grandparents? Yes them, too. But mostly Dimetredon.
I guess it's good to know where you rank.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
It gets cut shorter. She inherited my touch-me-not-ness when it comes to hair. She does not like it touched, put behind her ears, put up in any kind of holder, brushed or washed. Ever. Without exception. And has no problem telling anyone that makes the mistake of touching her hair that she doesn't like it "messed with." The only way to brush the rats nest of tangles that mulitply before your eyes is to sit her in front of a movie. Therefore, as the person that has to fight this battle, I decided long ago that once she is old enough to take care of her own hair, she can have any length of hair she wants. Until then, it's going to be shorter.
The haircut was surprisingly easy. She was watching a movie, I had scissors ready and simply said "Here's what we're going to do." She went for it and even wanted her bangs cut. She liked it right away and has reveled in the many compliments she has gotten on it. Dave didn't like it at first, but has grown to since then. I think it looks really cute, even if it is a little uneven in the back.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
D: "Momma! Mumble, mumble"
W: Honey, you know I can't really understand you when I'm in the shower."
D: "But, Mumble, mumble"
Something about her voice made me think I should look out to see what was going on.
What did I see? Dillon with a length of dental floss, looking at Peaches, and Peaches gazing contentedly back at her.
What was her question? "How do you floss a dog's teeth?"
Poor Peaches- the indiginities you have to suffer at the hands of a very curious 3 1/2 year old.
Friday, November 17, 2006
No, her name is not really going to be Jab. And to answer the obvious next question, no we don't have a name yet. We're talking about a few, but haven't settled on one yet. I'm 31 weeks along, so we still have time. Besides, I don't think any baby has been traumatized by not having a name at birth, should that be the case.
Today was my midwife appointment & I finally got to meet the third midwife. I really liked her, as I did the other two. I could have any one of the the three of them at the birth, just depending on who is on call at that time.
After the appointment Dillon & I walked over to the hospital and took a tour of the birthing center. They weren't busy at all and the nurse was wonderful in explaining to Dillon what everything was. Something came up that the nurse had to attend to, but we were able to stay in one of the rooms, which gave Dillon the opportunity to ask questions (of course...). Her questions were all good and she said that she liked seeing where baby sister Jab would be born.
On an altogether different and much less happy note, we got a call today that a friend's husband had died. He was diagnosed with esophageal cancer around a year ago, then in spring it was found to have spread to his lung. It was the father of one of Dave's med school classmates, but his mother and I have gotten to be good friends. This loss, as well as the recent far-too-early loss of an uncle, really brings home the concept of the circle of life- a loss in their lives, an upcoming gain in ours, but right now I feel really sad for them.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
From there we stopped at a horse farm close by and asked if we could visit the horses. They were really nice and spent a few minutes telling us about the horses and such- as well as which fences not to touch since they were electrified. We found a gate that was not electrified and a friendly horse that came right up to us. We stayed for a little while feeding grass and petting the horse until it decided that Dillon's hair looked like a good snack and gave it a little nibble. No permanent damage done, it just scared her a little. To her credit, she went back to petting the horse afterward. On the way out there was a friendly barn cat wandering around that we stayed a few more minutes to pet. She spent the whole way home telling me all about how the cat kept the mice out of the barn and probably had mice in it's tummy. She later woke up from her nap asking why the horse nibbled her hair, though it was a little funnier to her then.
What else is going on?
The ongoing conversation about what it means to be a good pet owner.
Dave is now sick on the day we were going to have a friend and her month old baby over, so we've had lots of conversations about why it isn't a good idea for a baby that young to be around someone sick.
We played with the flashlight (thanks Mimi!) in a dark room for a little while this morning and talked about why shadows looked different depending on close you were to the light.
Now it's time to try to convince her that breakfast really is a good thing.
Monday, November 13, 2006
As Dillon has reached and is in the midst of typical preschool age, I thought I'd start documenting some of the educational stuff we do. We feel like life alone provides an immense amount of education and don't really- at this point anyway- subscribe to any kind of formal plan. So, we don't work on ABC's or numbers or anything that typical preschools do. This isn't to say that we don't talk about those things, we just don't do it in any kind of organized- "let's learn about ABC's" kind of thing. We feel like we have a house and environment full of interesting books, toys, things, conversation, friends, and opportunities and that it provides an incredible amount of education.
One day last week, Dillon asked me why space shuttles had wings. The general rule around our house is that questions about flying objects are best answered by Daddy. So, yesterday morning, Dillon again pulled out the coffee table book we have on Space, crawled in Dave's lap and asked again. They spent about the next half hour talking about rockets, satelites and shuttles. Today we were reading about sea creatures and read a page on plankton and how lots of sea animals small and big ate plankton. She started telling me that it was what balleen whales ate, but not toothed whales like killer whales and sperm whales- they eat meat. It went on to Narwhal whales which aren't really toothed or baleen and what they eat (it's meat, by the way- we looked it up).
Highlights from the rest of the day-
-We picked up a pomegranite at the grocery store since we'd been looking at one on a CD case a few days ago and had talked about what they were. I noticed it & pointed it out, she asked to get it so we could see & taste the seeds.
-We also came home with Clementine oranges. Dillon wanted to make juice out of them, so we got out the little hand juicer thingy & she had a ball- and made some pretty decent orange juice.
-Dave came home early & she wanted him to build her a glider from a box of those balsa wood airplanes that have been around for years. They spent a few minutes talking about how aglider worked.
Am I bragging? Sure, a little. Mostly I just want to have something in writing for future's sake. She amazes me in her ability to absorb things that are interesting to her and I think it'll be fun to look back one day to see what her interests were at this age.
Friday, November 10, 2006
I think US Airways may have lost Dillon as a future customer.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Here's a picture from last week of Dillon doing one of her favorite activites as of late- loving on baby sister. The baby gets more hugs than I do. She constantly wants to talk to the baby and feel her move and love on her. She still offers names, though they are all of the functional item variety- Tweezer, Soap, Castle- things like that. I'm 29 weeks along in this picture.
We went yesterday to a friend's house, where several other friends were there as well. I was sharing some of my worries about having a second child- how Dillon would really handle it after the new wore off, how I would handle all her questions during those early sleep deprived weeks, etc. I was also sharing some of my concerns about the logisitics of the labor and delivery part. Based on her reactions to my recent trips to the ER, my feeling is that she will want to come with us when it's time for us to head to the hospital to have the baby. I've talked with the midwives about it and they are comfortable with a sibling there, but request that someone be with her. I'm also fine with it, but most of our friends have young children as well, so it makes it a little harder to accomodate an unpredictable event like labor and delivery. As I was talking about this with my friends yesterday, everyone was sharing their experiences with having children at deliveries & offering suggestions and help. While I've always felt that it would all work out and all be OK, I have a more definite plan in mind now and feel like that piece of getting ready for the baby is settled. I have a place close by that she can go to- complete with someone who can pick her up, a house full of interesting toys AND lots of kids around, as well as 2 different friends without small children who can be available evening and night to be with Dillon in the hospital. I'm thankful to have a group of friends with whom I could share my thoughts and in return get such great support from. It is undoubtedly what I will have the most difficulty leaving behind when we move from here.
As for the life part of this- I just have to say-germs, germ, germs. We are a germ factory around here. Dillon is anyway. Tuesday it was a pretty short lived GI bug with her spending several hours vomiting. Last night she started running fever. I gave her meds for it, then she was back to running fever at 3:00 this morning. Gave her more meds, then spent the next 2 hours with her trying to settle back to sleep- "Momma rub my back, rub my foot, rub my arm, hold my hand, I need a drink, I'm out of water, I can't get comfortable..." She finally went back to sleep a little after 5:00 and is still asleep now. How on earth will I ever do this with 2 of them?
Thursday, November 02, 2006
A couple of recent pictures. The first was of our pumpkin that we carved for Halloween. The second is Halloween night. The dragon costume is from her birthday and I recently made her a horse costume mostly just because she likes pretending she's a horse so much of the time. At 6:00 pm Halloween night, after vacilating between not dressing up, being a horse and being a dragon, the dragon won. So, here we are at the city's Halloween event. There wasn't much to it, so we walked down the street to a friend's house. They were getting ready to go trick or treating, so we joined them. Here's Dillon & Abby:
Abby would march right up to someone's door and loudly say "Trick or Treat," where Dillon wanted no part of it, even though there was candy involved. So, we only joined them for 2 houses and were done. Last night, she must've been thinking about it because she said "What's that you're supposed to say to get candy from people?" We talked about it again, but explained that Halloween only happens once per year. We had to sympathize with how difficult it must be to figure out the complexities of social norms. She did enjoy the 2 pieces of candy that she got nonetheless.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
She wore a shirt with 3 big buttons on it the other day. I saw her putting it on, left the room (probably to go pee for the thousandth time that day...), came back in and it was buttoned. I asked her if she did it herself- like maybe I thought Peaches did it for her or something. She very proudly told me she had. Then yesterday she noticed that the buttons on my sleeves weren't buttoned, so she buttoned these tiny little buttons all by herself! I asked her how she knew how to do it & she said she just figured it out! I know it wasn't because Dave or I taught her- it never even occured to me to teach her how to do a button. She's so proud of herself and I think it's pretty cool how she figured it out without ever really having practiced it- she doesn't really have any shirts with buttons on them.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
"Did you say your butt talks?!"
Friday, October 20, 2006
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Then yesterday afternoon, she was trying to play with something that Peaches kept standing on. She got frustrated with Peaches and grabbed her head, poised to bite her when I grabbed her arm. She pulled away from me and in the process pulled her elbow out of socket- "nurse-maid's elbow." So, on to another trip to the ER. She was scared of having to have a needle in her arm. I didn't know if she'd have to have an IV or not and could only assure her I'd be there with her no matter what. Dave met us in the ER, and they sent us up to the pedi clinic. In the process of waiting to be seen, she popped it back into place herself. So by the time we were seen- which wasn't really all that long- she was climbing on and off the table, waving both arms around, you name it. All was well.
And in true Dillon style, as we were finishing the visit, the pediatrician asked "Do you have any more questions?" Without missing a beat, Dillon said "Why did all the dinosaurs die?"
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Uh huh. I told him I didn't ask that many questions when I was that age.
The newest line of questioning is along the lines of- "let's pretend that dinosaurs are still alive. What would happen if one stepped on our car? Then there's the ubiquitous "Why?" of course. It gets more complicated- let's pretend you're me and I'm you and Peaches belongs to someone else and you're trying to fix dinner and I won't let you. Would you like the taste of cherries then?
Sunday, October 01, 2006
At home, we got out the apple peeler & peeled several apples to make applesauce. We also sliced up a couple of pears and apples to dehydrate in the oven so we'd have some dried fruit. As the applesauce turned into sauce, Dillon got the priviledge of adding the cinammon. We now have very liberally cinammoned applesauce! :) It is delicious though and turned out to be a nice way to spend a couple of hours.
I've really enjoyed thinking of educational and fun things for she & I to do together, especially since she isn't going to go to preschool (or even school, for that matter). I think it's really important that she knows where food comes from and what fresh food tastes like. We're really fortunate to live in the midst of many kinds of farms, so it's been great taking advantage of that opportunity. I enjoy cooking with her (far more than playing with toys...) and she seems to enjoy cooking with me. She's gotten pretty good and stirring without sloshing everything out of the bowls. Maybe she'll be cooking dinner for us in a couple of years...
Friday, September 29, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Sunday, September 24, 2006
We've been reading a wonderful children's book about where babies come from & she's clearly learned a lot from it. She now wants to know if every male in public has sperm or not and if every female has eggs. She wants to know if Peaches has eggs. This has prompted another conversation about how it is fine to ask those questions, but they are private questions and need to be asked quietly to mom or dad- not loudly at the grocery store as she is staring at someone.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
I asked her today what her favorite part of the fair was, thinking for sure it would be the pony ride or the tractor shuttle. Nope. It was a ride we watched for approximately 2 minutes- that large boat looking thing that swings really high from side to side. She asked to ride it, as well as the Himalaya, a ride that goes really fast in a tilted circle. Of course, she's too small & in reality they would've scared her to death, but from her point of view, they were the coolest things there.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
This is Dillon & her friend Annan. Annan often comes over with her sister, Mesa, who is my mother's helper on tuesdays (so I can work mostly uninterrupted for a few hours).
This is Emma. We first met Emma when she was about 3 months old & these guys have been playing together ever since. This was at the farmer's market last night.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
D: "So, momma, we're going to talk about something"
me: "OK, what are we going to talk about?"
D: "Forklifts. How does the operator get the prongs out from underneath the load once he sets it down?"
This definitely falls into the category of stuff I never knew I needed to know. Good thing the library has lots of books on heavy machinery.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
As expected, Dillon had many questions about the happenings at the vet's office. The vet took Peaches back to the back exam area for the anal gland exam (thank you!). As soon as she left, Dillon wanted to know what was going on beyond the exam room. I explained that that was where they kept the meds & did testing on the blood, etc. More questions. So, when the vet came back in I asked if we could just stand at the door and look back there. She was really nice & took us on a mini tour. It so happened they were working on a dog in the very back that had an unfortunate encounter with a porcupine. The vet warned me that there was a little bit of blood where they were pulling the quills out & asked if it would bother Dillon. I had to try not to laugh since Dillon is drawn to anyone bleeding, injured, whatever. She is enthralled with wounds. So, we got to see them work on pulling the quills out of the sedated dog's snout. Poor thing.
She couldn't wait to tell daddy about the dog that kissed a pine needle :) You could even see her get to the porcupine part, think about it, then say pine needle. An honest mistake, I suppose, they were like a bunch of needles!
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
- a 4 chambered heart with a hole where it should be at this point
-Intestines inside the body
- 2 kidneys, located in the correct places
- an intact spine with no signs of any defects
- appropriately sized ventricles within the brain
- a moving mouth- and everything else for that matter
- little girl parts
So, it's another girl! We're happy, though we would've been happy with a boy, too. Dillon was far more interested in the box of toys in the ultrasound room than the actual ultrasound. The u/s tech got some really great views, even a great profile view of the baby from the shoulders down, looking like she was trying to stand up on my bladder!
It was fun seeing the baby and reassuring to see that everything looks pretty good. Unless there's a problem, that'll be the last look we get at her until she's born. Dillon says she's fine with having a sister, even though she had said she wanted a brother.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
"Is that dog poop?" Said regarding the hushpuppies that were part of dinner last night. Also said as she reached out to pick it up. I almost choked I was laughing so hard!
We went yesterday to pick fruit- raspberries, blueberries and apples. We had a wonderful time & I took some great pictures that I'll try to post later on. The apple pie I made wasn't bad, either!
Friday, August 25, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
That's a lizard she's holding. We thought it was a worm when we saw it this morning, but she excitedly informed me it had legs. She, of course, reached right down to pick it up. Since it was pretty cool this morning, the lizard wasn't moving all that fast, so she got to hold it for a little while. In this picture, the lizard has both of it's front legs on her finger, which she thought was just the coolest thing ever.
Almost as cool as these- her construction trucks. Not a great picture- it was taken with the old, not too good camera. She loves these things, along with the 2 videos of Caterpillar ("Cat") machines that were lent to us from a friend. Much like with the dinosaurs, I've learned far more about construction trucks than I ever felt the need to know. I'm not sure who will learn more from homeschooling!
Monday, August 21, 2006
Sunday, August 20, 2006
It'll pass, I know. Please let it be sooner versus later.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Monday, August 07, 2006
Yep, she's really your dog, Dillon.
The first evening was a little stressful with Peaches nervously chewing on everything and Dillon alternately being hysterically happy, laughing and screaming crying. The excitement of having a dog of her very own was just so much. Yesterday was better, Peaches did a lot less chewing and has already seemed to bond with us some, Dillon in particular. She wants to know where Dillon is at all times and will just sit down and subject herself to the various pokes and pets and tickles by various stuffed animals that Dillon seems compelled to do to her. To Dillon's credit, she is very gentle with her and has only required a little guidance of dog body language ("When she moves her face away, that means she wants a little space." "But I don't want to give her space, I want to love on her!") Last night they layed on the floor while Dillon fed her dog food piece by piece. Poor dog can't get a nap in for anything since Dillon can't leave her alone long enough. On the other hand, the only place she'd sleep last night was on the bed with Dillon. For her part, Dillon's in love and tells Peaches that regularly- "I just love you so much, Peaches!" So far, she's a great dog and it feel like a good match.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
A quick update first- I went to the midwife on tuesday. Dave and Dillon were both able to join me- this being the first time Dillon has gotten to go. We heard the heartbeat again with no problem at all; Dillon wasas fascinated by the cool dollhouse in the office as she was hearing the heartbeat. We are scheduled for an ultrasound on September 5 at 1:15, then my next appointment is the 7th at 10:00. Dave will be on vacation, so will be able to go to the ultrasound. I'm planning on showing Dillon the video of one of her ultrasounds so she'll know what to expect.
Went to a friend's house today. She's decided she's through having kids and was wanting to get rid of all her cloth diapers. I brought home 2 rubbermaid containers full of diapers today as well as a new diaper pail. This on top of diapers and covers (32 items, some diapers, some covers) that I bought (for REALLY cheap) from a friend a few weeks ago. We are now fully stocked with cloth diapers of all sizes, for alost no money at all. I love hand me downs!
OK- the pictures- some are of a trip to a county fair that a friend of mine and her daughter Kristi (who does a good bit of babysitting for us) took Dillon on last friday while I worked. They said she had a great time- and given her love of animals, I have no doubt she did. The water picture is of a little swimming spot that is walking distance from our house. We went there twice last weekend. The water is really cold, but it didn't stop Dillon from wading right in, pretending to be a dog swimming (no surprise there!)
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Most everyone knows now, but just so it's in here somewhere, I'm now 15 and a few days pregnant. The first trimester was tough. I was so profoundly exhausted that there were a lot of things that got neglected during that time. I wasn't terribly nauseated, but didn't have much of an appetite. I did my best to eat nonetheless. I am finally feeling better and have been able to start exercising again. I even dug out the old heavier duty stroller for Dillon and I to use to go on some walks. With gas almost $3 a gallon here, it seems like a good choice.
Our trip to Little Rock was enjoyable in many ways, though the actual travel part was not. It took us 15 hours to get there because of a flight delay and a missed connection. Then there was the "lost" bag. I'm still dealing with that one.
We've otherwise been enjoying summer a great deal. We started swimming lessons, then dropped out because somewhere about the 4th class, Dillon stumbled while in the water and her face went in. It freaked her out so badly that she would not get in anymore. After 4 classes spent sitting at the side of the pool with her steadfastly refusing to get in, we gave up. I wasn't going to force her to get in, so I didn't see any point in continuing to go. We have gone to the community pool a couple of times and she loved it. It started at zero depth and very gradually gets deeper, so she has a lot of control over how deep she goes.
Last week we went to see that was in Andover for a conference. There happened to be a pond there full of bullfrogs. It was really interesting because there were many tadpoles in the process of turning into frogs and they were all basking in the sun in the really shallow water. Dillon was enthralled. There happened to be a net there, so we caught a couple of different ones so she could touch them. We have spent lots of time talking about amphibians since then- how they start out like fish, breathing only water, then develop the ability to breath air as they turn into frogs. It's way better than learning the ABC's in her book.
In animal news, we are going next saturday to pick up the newest addition to our family. Her name currently is Peaches, though I'm not sure we'll keep it. She's about a year- 18 months old and is quite simply a mutt. A cute one at that. She's about 25 pounds, so just the perfect size. Dillon doesn't know we're getting her and won't be told until the actual pick up time. I simply cannot take that many more questions about when something is going to happen. Already the baby coming is sooooo far away. In any case, she will be beside herself with happiness to have a dog of her own. Maybe then we can stop stalking all the dogs we see in public just for the chance to pet them....
Thursday, May 18, 2006
D (loudly): "Did you see that big, FAT man?"
W (MUCH more quietly):"Yes, he was a big man, but people don't really like for other people to tell them they are fat. It would be better to just say he was big."
D: "Even if he really was fat, too?"
W: "Yes, even if he was fat, too."
Good thing I don't embarrass easily, though this wasn't quite as bad as they time she asked me, one by one, if every man on the aisle we were on had a penis.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Friday, April 14, 2006
All told, she loved it and wants to do it again.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
I've found that one of the things I really enjoy doing with Dillon is cooking. It's given us the occasion to talk about where food comes from, what good food is and what junk food is. While I've never really understood a heavy reliance on fast food, I read something about a year ago about french fries being the "vegetable" most offered to toddlers. Certainly as she gets older, I've have less influence over what she eats, but I'm hoping that talking about it will help her make better decisions in the future.
Anyway, for the last several nights, I've been able to get her involved with fixing dinner instead of begging the watch a movie the entire time. We've had lots of mushrooms for dinner since they can be cut with a knife that's not sharp. I've also found that she's pretty safe with a hot pot or pan on the stove- she's touched them enough times noe that I' can just tell her they are hot & she's VERY careful. So last night, she was insistent that she wanted to cook on the stove like I was. The burner had to be on because she wanted there to be steam. So, I put a little water in the pot and let her make soup.
So, what's she making?
Why, it's grape carrot noodle soup, course. After she decided they were done, she put them in the fridge to cool off, then ate the grapes as part of her dinner.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
A GI bug - last night at 9:00 Dillon said her stomach hurt and she wanted to hold a towel since she felt like she might throw up. Sure enough, a few minutes later, EVERYTHING came up. And came up. And came up. Bless her heart, she was miserable. She threw up a little every hour or so during the night, but nothing like the original occurence. She drank some water this morning, then threw it up. She fell asleep on her bed a little before noon & has now been asleep for about an hour an a half. Poor baby.
Dave's herniated disk- 2 + weeks ago he herniated a disk in his lower back. He's slowly getting better, though sitting for 30 hours working diligently on his final project for his class didn't help it.
Paperwork for the sleep study has arrived. It has to be filled out, then they will call with his appointment. Of course it arrived in the midst of finals and now 3 long days working in the OR. I may have to help him fill it out so he can get this sleep apnea addressed.
I started working for the Muscular Dystrophy Association clinic at the hospital doing case management work. They have several clinics per year that I'll need to go to, but the rest of the work can be done mostly from home. It'll be interesting work & will be a bit of a learning curve not only figuring out resources, but also figuring out how to make this work being at home. Dillon is less than cooperative with playing on her own to give me computer time- or time to make phone calls.
It snowed yesterday. Only about an inch, but that's an inch too much in my opinion. It's March. It's almost my birthday. It isn't supposed to still be this cold- or snowing- this close to my birthday. I am so over winter. The birds are starting to come back & we're starting to hear them singing - or hammering on trees, which does help. It would help more if it were sunny and 8o degrees.
Dave is no longer Dad or Daddy. He's almost always David now. So is every father in every book we read- as in "Why is that boy's David not holding him?"
Dillon's a little perplexed by the fact that her friend Lydia now goes to school 2 days a week like her David does. Lydia's mom will go back to work in July, so Lydia has started easing into daycare, so there's been a couple of times that Lydia's not been somewhere we normally see her. I think Dillon's really going to miss Lydia when she's in daycare full time. I may have to see if I can go pick her up early occasionally so they can play together.
I had to take Dillon with me to teach class last night. All said, she was very well behaved and entertained everyone with summersaults, dancing and handing out pretzels. Everyone was really nice to help entertain her while I answered individual questions after the lecture part was done. When we first got there she asked "What are all those people of different sizes doing?"
Rarely a dull moment around here. I wouldn't mind a few sometimes.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
It's so interesting, these random compliments. You really do expect everyone to be unforgiving. Parenthood is such a tough thing and society expects kids to be seen and not heard- especially in public places. So for someone to compliment you on your handling of child's very realistic, but not publically desirable behavior is refreshing to say the least. It also really makes your day.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Monday, February 27, 2006
Oh but I think it may be happening. In fact, it seems like it's the demise of sleep in general. Not only did she not take a nap today, she wouldn't go to sleep early. So here it is, 9:00pm, I'm craving total quiet and some personal space and getting neither. Her bony little behind is parked on my leg shifting around, I'm sure putting a tailbone-shaped bruise there. I'm being asked questions like "Why is Dillon not sleeping? Is it because I'm three?" "What would happen if I were 2?" What would happen if I were purple? What would happen if I were a blue dog? What would happen if I were a pink cat?" while she scribbles on a little piece of paper.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Dillon: "No, I don't like Daddy." (Nevermind that he'd been the favorite all day long)
Me: "Why do you not like Daddy?"
Dillon: "Cause he says words I'm not supposed to say."
Yes he does. And was present for this conversation. Hehehe.
On a different note, it turns out that the pileated woodpecker is female and is probably building a nest. Our neighbor says that they start nesting in March, so we may get to watch baby pileated woodpeckers!
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Friday, February 17, 2006
I had hoped to post this last night after all of the birthday festivities were said and done, but it didn't really work out that way. On Wednesday she got to open some presents and spent lots of time opening the flaps and reading the book from Randy & Tawni, and fed various items to alligator, bat and dragon from the tea set Mimi sent. Since Dave worked all day Wednesday and got home only about 1/2 an hour before I left to go teach class Wednesday night, we decided to do Dillon's birthday celebration on Thursday. I also decided to go the route of a very small birthday party in lieu of a larger one that would've been completely overwhelming to Dillon. So, on Thursday morning, Lydia and Emma and their mothers came over to play. We had pizza for lunch and small individual cakes so that Dillon could blow out candles. She got a green rubber squishy frog and a frog sticker book from Lydia and a Little People dinosaur set from Emma. Lydia found the tea set and had a ball with it. Dillon was pretty happy to go along provided she got to share her tea with her frog (and that he didn't have to leave her clutches). They all fought over who got to play with the dinosuar egg from Emma. Overall, a fun time was had by all, though my head was ringing with the squeals and screams of 3 little girls by the end of it all.
Naptime, of course, was not going to happen, so, thinking she'd go to bed early, we gave her her presents late afternoon and had our little celebration. She got squishy dinosaurs from Nana and a dragon costume from Mom & Dad. She wore the costume for a while, then wanted to Dave to take it off, explaining "I like it, I just want it off right now." Fair enough. I think Dave & I could've taken a walk and she'd been fine, she was so enthralled with all her new toys. This made winding down for bed quite the challenge. But, she eventually did and didn't stir again for several hours. At 3 am, she wanted stegosauraus so she could play with him ("but I'll let dimetradon sleep"). I let her have stegasaurus, but she had to be quiet. She was and was actually asleep again before I was. This morning she had already turned on the lights, found dimetradon and was looking for stegasuarus when she called out to me.
So all said and done, it seems like it was a good birthday for her. I thought I'd do what I did last year and do a run down of likes & dislikes.
Likes: Things that fly, though birds are the least interesting to her- mostly planes, flying horses, flying dragons, bats, and helicopters; dinosaurs- she knows several by name; helping me cook- she can safely stir something heating on the stove; nursing- though sometimes she forgets to ask & I forget to offer; going to breakfast and the Montshire with Dad; reading books- especially if the book involves any of her other favorite things; going to the grocery store with me- and getting to walk instead of ride in the cart; being tickled; cutting paper with scissors; cuddling with Mom and Dad; bathtime
Dislikes: Crowds; noisy places; staying in the nursery at church without me (seems like I wrote that last year...); snowshoes (not that it matters this year given how little snow we've had); having her hair brushed (though the discovery of "tangle monsters" has helped)
Could take it or leave it: painting; coloring with crayons; being a ballerina is pretty much limited to when we're at Lydia's house and there is a lot of ballet stuff around- and even then the interest is brief
I'm finding it to be such a fun age because she can really articulate what she's learning and what she's interested in. I enjoy taking her interests and expanding on them- for example, one day we took a big piece of paper and taped it to the fridge. On it we drew a big tree with a place for bats to sleep and some birds' nest for the 2 birds she wanted me to draw. She also wanted a place for dragon to land, so we made a grassy spot. We also made a paper mache birds nest. The librarian knows that when we come in, I'll have a topic for looks that we're looking for. This time is was dinosaurs and we came home with 5 dinosaur books. Although she can definitely be more vocal when she disagrees with something, I also find that it's so much easier to reason with her now. I love hearing what comes out of her mouth, though I'll also admit that the constant microanalysis ("Why did the dinosaur exhale just then?") a little exhausting some days. She's a really happy kid that smiles and giggles a lot. I think we'll keep her :)
Friday, February 10, 2006
Friday, February 03, 2006
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Here's some pictures of the tree that fell. We're estimating that the part on the ground is around 60 feet and the part still standing is around 25 feet. Big tree! There's alo a picture of Dillon in her beloved flying horse costume. It's getting small, so she can't wear the hat very long before it gets uncomfortable. That's her equally beloved penguin she's holding.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Saturday, January 21, 2006
She's also taken to rationalizing things. She'll see a picture of a flying horse, so that means she needs to watch the flying horse movie that night (aka Disney's original Fantasia). Or she'll see a picture of a lion or zebra, so that means we need to watch Madagascar that night.
A little under an hour ago, a rather large tree fell behind our house. A small storm came through, mostly just strong winds, but this tree was already damaged by pileated woodpeckers, so there were some big holes in it. Most of the tree is not really on our property, but some is including all of the branches. It's quite a mess back there. I'll have to take a picture and post it. It's kind of interesting to see the woodpecker holes from this perspective, too, though.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
There are still a couple of steps to go before I'd consider her fully potty trained, but hey, we'll get there. Namely, she's got to conquer the fear of falling into the big toilet- even when there's a smaller kiddie insert thing on top. I'm not pushing it. Where we are now only happened when I stopped asking her if she wanted to pee on the toilet all the time. The more I asked, the more resistant she was. Maybe I'm a tad lazy, but I have to admit, I prefer this method of waiting until she can pretty much do it herself, then just being the support staff. I have a couple of friends that have been potty training for months and it just seems tiresome for everyone involved. My opinion, of course. In any case, I think she's well on her way to being potty trained!
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
How on earth do you answer that?
"I'm not sure honey, maybe you can tell me" is the best I've come up with so far.
Potty count- twice yesterday- once all by herself, of which she was quite proud.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
And as for the potty chair use-- twice yesterday- none today so far, but we had to be out of the house for a while this morning, which throws her off. We only have one brief place to go tomorrow, then nowhere thursday, so she'll have plenty of opportunity to get the hang of this!
Friday, January 13, 2006
Sunday, January 01, 2006
We really do try not to say "Stop asking why!" because we do want her to ask why, and also, really, the reply would just be "why?" So there are a lot of "that's just the way it is" answers. So many, in fact, that if I try to pre-empt some of the questions by asking them of her, she'll say "It just is!" regardless of the whether that makes sense or not.
We played outside for a while today. We got her some snowshoes this year. She put them on a few weeks ago, then promptly fell down. Of course, that association stuck and she has steadfastly refused to put the on. The snow is now deep enough that walking around on it really is easier with snowshoes on. No amount of asking and pointing out that she was falling down without the snowshoes on was going to persuade her to put those things on today until I said that we could pretend that they were ice skates. Suddenly she was interested. I ran with it and quickly put them on her. She got the hang of it pretty quickly and we had a good time walking around the yard. She still fell a couple of times, but so did I. She was smiling and seemed to be proud of herself, so we'll see how it goes the next time I mention them.
We went to eat Mexican food tonight. It wasn't very crowded in the restaurant & there are some chairs with a sun and moon painted on them that she wanted to see. We let her walk the few feet over to the chairs to look at them, then she came right back. A few minutes later, they seated some pople at that table. She was highly offended that they would even think about letting someone sit in her chairs. We had to do a little talking to convince her that they belonged to the restaurant and that the poeple could sit there. She seemed to buy it, but they got dirty looks every time she thought of it. Right up until the chocolate desert arrived. This, of course, made those chairs suddenly very unimportant. Funny how chocolate does that!