We had our six-month pediatrician appointment yesterday and got FOUR SHOTS! Poor Miss M, she screamed and screamed, not that I can blame her. The tears were a plenty alright. Then last night she ran a fever because of the whole thing. Poor girl.
Anyway - She is now 25 inches long and 13 pounds, 2 ounces (although I think she might weigh more than that, she's had diarrhea the past 36 hours so she's probably lost a few ounces).
Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Cousin C's preference in Halloween costume...
Hi Auntie S! Your story about Cousin C's reaction to Miss M's Halloween costume options was just to hilarious to keep to myself, so now it is in the blog.
Background: Miss M had the choice of being a pretty pink fuzzy bunny for Halloween... or a lobster. I'm sure you can guess what her parents preference is, and being deliriously happy to please her parents, the six-month-old Miss M decided (or was forced) to go with the Lobster. When Auntie S told three-year-old Cousin C about this here was his reaction (per Auntie S's email):
"Just had to tell you what C said about M's costume ideas. We were talking about the trip to the pumpkin patch when I said that M was going to wear her costume and I told him that she was going to be a lobster or a bunny. He proceeded to say that "I need to tell Aunt K that the lobster has to go back to the store. M can't be a lobster. I am afraid of lobsters. She needs to be bunny." I thought it was funny because he was so strong in his words, it was like he was yelling it. C does not like the lobster tanks at the food store, he covers eyes every time we are there."
I love my nephew, he is so awesome. But Miss M is still going to be a lobster. Or I guess we could call her a crab...I wonder if he is afraid of crabs?
Background: Miss M had the choice of being a pretty pink fuzzy bunny for Halloween... or a lobster. I'm sure you can guess what her parents preference is, and being deliriously happy to please her parents, the six-month-old Miss M decided (or was forced) to go with the Lobster. When Auntie S told three-year-old Cousin C about this here was his reaction (per Auntie S's email):
"Just had to tell you what C said about M's costume ideas. We were talking about the trip to the pumpkin patch when I said that M was going to wear her costume and I told him that she was going to be a lobster or a bunny. He proceeded to say that "I need to tell Aunt K that the lobster has to go back to the store. M can't be a lobster. I am afraid of lobsters. She needs to be bunny." I thought it was funny because he was so strong in his words, it was like he was yelling it. C does not like the lobster tanks at the food store, he covers eyes every time we are there."
I love my nephew, he is so awesome. But Miss M is still going to be a lobster. Or I guess we could call her a crab...I wonder if he is afraid of crabs?
A new feat of strength...
I'm sure you all know by now that we have a little Hercules living with us, and her feat's of strength are not just saved for Festivus (Seinfeld reference). Miss M jumped another hurdle this past weekend - pushing up into a sitting position. I have to say, it's a little disconcerting to put your baby in her crib on her tummy to play and to come back three minutes later to see her sitting straight up. She's also becoming a bit of a mountain climber, so I guess it's time to lower the crib mattress.
Oh, and she's six months old today. Can you believe it? I can't. I pulled out a six-month size pajama for her last night, and it almost fit - and it looked gigantic before I crammed her into it. She's getting so big, my little nugget.
Oh, and she's six months old today. Can you believe it? I can't. I pulled out a six-month size pajama for her last night, and it almost fit - and it looked gigantic before I crammed her into it. She's getting so big, my little nugget.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
The dreaded first airplane flight!
We took Miss M on her first airplane ride this past weekend - an hour long flight to and from Minneapolis, MN. She did really well, much better than expected.
On the way to MN she was easily entertained right up until we boarded, then as we waited for the rest of the passengers to find their seats she demanded to be fed and scarfed down a full bottle... and promptly passed out in a food coma. She awoke thousands of miles in the air and was a happy baby until we started our descent, then cried for about five minutes and then fell asleep for the landing.
On the way home she was in fine spirits when we entered the gate area to await our flight - and she sure did let the other passengers know it. She screamed her little head off every 15 seconds or so - she just loved the echo her voice was making in that wide open space. I'm sure everyone was dreading getting on the plane with us. I took her for a walk down the terminal, screaming the whole way, until finally she must have knocked something loose in that baby brain of hers because she screamed one last time and fell sound asleep. She woke up just in time for take-off - yay - was a little fussy during take off, not too bad though, and then played with the back cover of a magazine the whole rest of the flight, happy as a clam. Well, happy until the guy in the seat in front of her decided to recline his seat and bonked her on the head. She was quickly mended though - and he felt like a total ass - so all is well.
On the way to MN she was easily entertained right up until we boarded, then as we waited for the rest of the passengers to find their seats she demanded to be fed and scarfed down a full bottle... and promptly passed out in a food coma. She awoke thousands of miles in the air and was a happy baby until we started our descent, then cried for about five minutes and then fell asleep for the landing.
On the way home she was in fine spirits when we entered the gate area to await our flight - and she sure did let the other passengers know it. She screamed her little head off every 15 seconds or so - she just loved the echo her voice was making in that wide open space. I'm sure everyone was dreading getting on the plane with us. I took her for a walk down the terminal, screaming the whole way, until finally she must have knocked something loose in that baby brain of hers because she screamed one last time and fell sound asleep. She woke up just in time for take-off - yay - was a little fussy during take off, not too bad though, and then played with the back cover of a magazine the whole rest of the flight, happy as a clam. Well, happy until the guy in the seat in front of her decided to recline his seat and bonked her on the head. She was quickly mended though - and he felt like a total ass - so all is well.
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