11 May 2012
New Skillz and Omega 3s
At dinner last night, I evenly distributed equal amounts of green beans and salmon pieces and a little sticky rice on Evan's tray. I always mix them up because, until recently, he'd randomly grab whatever his hand fell on so that was the best way to ensure a good variety. Well, last night, my boy proved his sorting abilities as he picked through it all to get the pink (salmon) pieces. He then tried some white and left all the green bean pieces behind. (He eventually ate the green beans, but I had to hand feed them to him because he wasn't going to voluntarily do it himself.) I think that's a pretty advanced skill. And, I'm so happy that he's such a good eater. I wouldn't even touch fish until a few years ago. I hope he stays this way.
05 May 2012
Evan's First Disease
Thirteen days after potentially being exposed to chicken pox on the plane to Germany, Evan came home from daycare with a fever. I. was. livid. David stayed home with him the next day because his fever was still high. Around noon, I got a text from David that Evan had a rash and he was taking him to the doctor.
The good news: not chicken pox.
The bad news: hand, foot and mouth disease. What the...?!
It's a very contagious (and very common in young kids) viral disease that can live on surfaces for several days. For right now, it causes small bumps on hands, arms, legs, butt, face and worse of all, inside his mouth. We can't see, but she said they also get in the back of the throat and cause a really sore throat. It's pretty obvious that that is the case right now. Miserable baby.
What a wonderful welcome back present from daycare, eh?
There's no cure, just time. We've been instructed to just keep him comfortable, which means ibuprofen and keeping him cool. So, it's a chillin' in diapers, swimmin' in the bathtub, hangin' around the house kinda weekend here in the Schwartz house.
Luckily, it's not all sadness. Just extreme moodiness. One minute, very, very unhappy baby. And the next, this:
The good news: not chicken pox.
The bad news: hand, foot and mouth disease. What the...?!
It's a very contagious (and very common in young kids) viral disease that can live on surfaces for several days. For right now, it causes small bumps on hands, arms, legs, butt, face and worse of all, inside his mouth. We can't see, but she said they also get in the back of the throat and cause a really sore throat. It's pretty obvious that that is the case right now. Miserable baby.
What a wonderful welcome back present from daycare, eh?
There's no cure, just time. We've been instructed to just keep him comfortable, which means ibuprofen and keeping him cool. So, it's a chillin' in diapers, swimmin' in the bathtub, hangin' around the house kinda weekend here in the Schwartz house.
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| "Do you really need to take a picture of me eating this goldfish?" |
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| Cooling off |
Luckily, it's not all sadness. Just extreme moodiness. One minute, very, very unhappy baby. And the next, this:
01 May 2012
Month 9
Dear Evan,
This letter is late because you turned 9 months old in Germany! You flew on your first airplane this month, and your second, third and fourth. You rode on your first boat, stayed in your first (and second) hotel and visited your first foreign country. You got a passport, visited castles, ate schnitzel and rode in a car going 200 km/hr (that's about 124mph for our non-metric readers.)
Your ninth month was an exciting one. You're becoming such a little person. You can't speak but you can definitely communicate. You yell and laugh and grunt and babble. It's pretty much nonstop noise from you. Luckily, when we're in public, it's all cuteness.
You are awesome in public. The ladies smile and wave and smooch and coo at you. Even most men can't resist your cuteness. Everyone thinks you're such a good baby. And, you are. A little challenging at night, perhaps, but in general, you're so good-natured.
And everyone comments on your hair. People pass you in the grocery store and say, "Good morning, Fuzzy Head!" as if that's just your name. You were waving at two men on the boat after we finished our cruise in Germany and one made a "big hair" gesture to the other. Even German men on a boat notice your crazy hair. As Daddy says, it's your best feature.
You're on the move this month. First with very determined rolling and then with some army crawling and you're just start to get real crawling. We're in so much trouble. You are very determined to get your hands on anything and everything that doesn't belong to you. You can be surrounded by toys and you'll crawl around them all to get to the power cords or a piece of fuzz to shove in your mouth. Our messy house days are officially over. Your dad even says he caught you trying to pull up while we were in Germany. It's the beginning of the end.
I always have to talk a bit about food. You're just a monster, Buddy. You eat everything. It just seems normal to us, but everyone we tell is really impressed. If we're eating something, we offer it to you. Simple as that. And most of the time you eat it. That made traveling with you much easier because we only had to bring a few things for you. Mostly, we just fed you bits of what we were eating.
Overall, your ninth month was just fun. I love watching you grow and learn.
I love you, Buddy.
Mom
This letter is late because you turned 9 months old in Germany! You flew on your first airplane this month, and your second, third and fourth. You rode on your first boat, stayed in your first (and second) hotel and visited your first foreign country. You got a passport, visited castles, ate schnitzel and rode in a car going 200 km/hr (that's about 124mph for our non-metric readers.)
Your ninth month was an exciting one. You're becoming such a little person. You can't speak but you can definitely communicate. You yell and laugh and grunt and babble. It's pretty much nonstop noise from you. Luckily, when we're in public, it's all cuteness.
You are awesome in public. The ladies smile and wave and smooch and coo at you. Even most men can't resist your cuteness. Everyone thinks you're such a good baby. And, you are. A little challenging at night, perhaps, but in general, you're so good-natured.
And everyone comments on your hair. People pass you in the grocery store and say, "Good morning, Fuzzy Head!" as if that's just your name. You were waving at two men on the boat after we finished our cruise in Germany and one made a "big hair" gesture to the other. Even German men on a boat notice your crazy hair. As Daddy says, it's your best feature.
You're on the move this month. First with very determined rolling and then with some army crawling and you're just start to get real crawling. We're in so much trouble. You are very determined to get your hands on anything and everything that doesn't belong to you. You can be surrounded by toys and you'll crawl around them all to get to the power cords or a piece of fuzz to shove in your mouth. Our messy house days are officially over. Your dad even says he caught you trying to pull up while we were in Germany. It's the beginning of the end.
I always have to talk a bit about food. You're just a monster, Buddy. You eat everything. It just seems normal to us, but everyone we tell is really impressed. If we're eating something, we offer it to you. Simple as that. And most of the time you eat it. That made traveling with you much easier because we only had to bring a few things for you. Mostly, we just fed you bits of what we were eating.
Overall, your ninth month was just fun. I love watching you grow and learn.
I love you, Buddy.
Mom
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| We spent lots of time outside this month. |
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| You might have eaten some grass this month. |
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| You love that kid in the mirror. He's so cute! |
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| Super Couponer |
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| You two can't get enough of this. |
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| Everyone says you look like Daddy. |
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| You definitely ate some grass this day. |
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| No caption necessary. :) |
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| Spaghetti is your favorite. |
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| If it doesn't belong to you, it is VERY interesting. |
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| You like swinging. |
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| Fauxhawk. My favorite. :) |
18 April 2012
15 April 2012
Sunny Sunday
Evan and I missed our opportunity to watch David autocross today, his first event of the season. So instead, we enjoyed the beautiful weather close to home. We walked to the park and did some swingin'.
Regardless of his total lack of expression, he actually enjoys the swinging quite a bit. I think it's just weird and requires some concentration. So much concentration that he can't possibly smile at the same time.
When he was back in his stroller, he was all giggles and chatty. We stopped on a bench to watch the ducks.
We walked home "the long way" and saw kids playing, dogs walking, lawns being mowed and flowers in bloom. And, this is what you get after just an hour of neighborhood adventures.
14 April 2012
Frenemies
I can't believe I almost forgot to post about this. A week or two ago, we got to daycare and were greeted with an incident report. This is not unusual; they fill them out for everything.
One of Evan's friends had bitten him on the belly! You could tell that Ms. Betty was used to the whole gamut of reactions to such a report because she seemed very cautious about telling us. Meanwhile, I was like, "Well, what did he do to deserve that?" (Not really...just in my thoughts.) And David was like, "He's still wearing what we dropped him off in, so there wasn't enough blood to change his clothes-- not impressed." (Not really...just in his thoughts.) We're good parents.
Seriously though, it was very minor-- tiny mark on his belly that was way smaller than a fresh gash on his face that he had inflicted on himself. Nonetheless, I'm glad they're so diligent about the paperwork.
We had our suspicions about who did it. They, of course, couldn't tell us. We were sure it was his gf. She's a mean little kid. We've seen her knock him over and climb on top of him to get his pacifier. She doesn't even take a pacifier; she just doesn't want the other kids to have one either.
The weird thing was that everyone I told said it seemed odd for kids that age (0-12 months) to bite.
And then, the very next day, there was an area taped off on the floor that said "Older children must stay behind this line." So, now we think one of the older siblings came in during drop off and bit him!
We're just left wondering. Was it gf's equally angry older sister? Was it whiney boy's whiney older brother getting revenge because Evan's the favorite? Or maybe it was girl-with-the-stupid-name's brother with a stupider name. Obviously, we have no idea but it's fun to speculate who gave our special snowflake his first daycare battle wound.
[No bite pics, sorry.]
One of Evan's friends had bitten him on the belly! You could tell that Ms. Betty was used to the whole gamut of reactions to such a report because she seemed very cautious about telling us. Meanwhile, I was like, "Well, what did he do to deserve that?" (Not really...just in my thoughts.) And David was like, "He's still wearing what we dropped him off in, so there wasn't enough blood to change his clothes-- not impressed." (Not really...just in his thoughts.) We're good parents.
Seriously though, it was very minor-- tiny mark on his belly that was way smaller than a fresh gash on his face that he had inflicted on himself. Nonetheless, I'm glad they're so diligent about the paperwork.
We had our suspicions about who did it. They, of course, couldn't tell us. We were sure it was his gf. She's a mean little kid. We've seen her knock him over and climb on top of him to get his pacifier. She doesn't even take a pacifier; she just doesn't want the other kids to have one either.
The weird thing was that everyone I told said it seemed odd for kids that age (0-12 months) to bite.
And then, the very next day, there was an area taped off on the floor that said "Older children must stay behind this line." So, now we think one of the older siblings came in during drop off and bit him!
We're just left wondering. Was it gf's equally angry older sister? Was it whiney boy's whiney older brother getting revenge because Evan's the favorite? Or maybe it was girl-with-the-stupid-name's brother with a stupider name. Obviously, we have no idea but it's fun to speculate who gave our special snowflake his first daycare battle wound.
[No bite pics, sorry.]
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