Except, I'd rather have it from here.
Want to take me there?
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Craving
This stuff. I splurged on it yesterday.
Except, I'd rather have it from here.
Want to take me there?
Except, I'd rather have it from here.
Want to take me there?
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Kalten's peeing in the potty!
We got him a potty chair a few months ago because he started staying dry through the night. He liked it and I set him on it in the morning and he went a few times, but only first thing in the morning and only when I asked if he wanted to. Eventually he lost interest so it just sat in the bathroom and I didn't push it.
Friday, out of the blue, he goes "Boppy!" I didn't know what he was saying at first because that's not the term we use. So I said "show me" and he walked into the bathroom and started to sit on the potty chair. I took his diaper off, and he just sat there and drove his hot wheels car on his legs. Then he started getting up, so I was going to put his diaper back on, but my sister-in-law came to the door because her car wouldn't start. I was talking to her, and K came out of the bathroom going "YAAAAAY!" I checked and he had done it!
Tonight he did it again! He's wearing "big boy pants" over his diaper now, which is the coolest thing in the world to him. He is all about "big boy" stuff right now. He likes to sleep in his big boy bed (which is actually a crib, hahaha), and he likes to drink out of a cup without a sippy lid. Man, it would be nice to get him out of diapers before the new baby comes, but I don't want to push him.
Friday, out of the blue, he goes "Boppy!" I didn't know what he was saying at first because that's not the term we use. So I said "show me" and he walked into the bathroom and started to sit on the potty chair. I took his diaper off, and he just sat there and drove his hot wheels car on his legs. Then he started getting up, so I was going to put his diaper back on, but my sister-in-law came to the door because her car wouldn't start. I was talking to her, and K came out of the bathroom going "YAAAAAY!" I checked and he had done it!
Tonight he did it again! He's wearing "big boy pants" over his diaper now, which is the coolest thing in the world to him. He is all about "big boy" stuff right now. He likes to sleep in his big boy bed (which is actually a crib, hahaha), and he likes to drink out of a cup without a sippy lid. Man, it would be nice to get him out of diapers before the new baby comes, but I don't want to push him.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Week 23
Tomorrow we'll start week 23. 17 more weeks, it feels like forever! I get tired easily and I feel like my lungs are being squeezed. Maybe that's why my belly is so small, because Baby's taking up residence in my ribcage instead. I'm tempted to go back to the YMCA for water aerobics because it helps so much to float in the water, but I HATE being cold. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night on my back, and I can feel all my internal organs begging me to roll over and take the pressure off them. According to the tickers, Baby (Baby Applesauce, if you ask Kalten) is just under a foot long right now. He must be eating all my food, too, because the other day one of my rings slipped off and I didn't notice until I saw it lying on the floor. I may have to take them all off so I don't lose them.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Here comes a cold...
It always starts like this. A tiny feeling of "something" in my throat. Barely even sore, easy to ignore. Then tomorrow I'm going to wake up feeling like crap. Betcha.
I always get sick when I don't get enough sleep. This morning K was up at 2:30. TWO THIRTY. Pud took him in the car to try to get him back to sleep. Drove for almost an hour and decided it wasn't going to work. Headed for home, and by the time he got here, K was out.
So he gently took him out of the carseat, went to shut the car door, and our stupid cat had walked up and stuck his TAIL in there. So the cat SCREAMED, woke me up in the house, and of course woke K up. Pud brought him up to me and I tried to nurse him back down, but the adrenaline must have been too much. He would drift off, and sleep for a few minutes and then wake up crying.
We made a deal. Pud took him downstairs from 5:30-7:30 so I could sleep, and then he woke me up and I took him from 7:30-9:30 and Pud slept. He put on some soft songs on Windows Media Player with the visualization and basically hypnotized the kid to sleep for a little while. I wasn't so lucky, he was UP and ready to GO.
Around 8:30 he started asking for hot cocoa, so we walked to "YELLOW M!" (McDonalds) and I got Pud & me some greasy breakfast crap and a small hot cocoa for K. I drank a bunch of it, then poured milk in to cool it off and make it less strong, so it was more like warm, weak chocolate milk. Still, I felt like a big dork pushing the stroller with him slurping on a McD cup, since they don't have different cups for coffee and cocoa. I was positive everyone passing us was like "OMG YOU GIVE YOUR BABY COFFEE?!"
He was so funny in church today. Usually he likes the songs, and then I take him to the nursery afterward. He started getting restless in the middle of worship, so I said "do you want to go to the nursery?" He said yes, and I said, "but we're singing, don't you want to sing?" He started saying "nursery! nursery!" loudly over and over. Funny, cause last week he didn't want to go in. I set him down and said "wait for me" and started gathering his stuff. I looked up and he was gone. I ran out after him to help him down the steps. He stopped to peek in the baby nursery, which he always hated, and I started talking to the junior high pastor who was in there with his son. K ran out and into the toddler nursery and was apparently trying to check himself in. When I got there, I opened the little door and let him in, and he didn't even look back. When I went back to pick him up, he saw me and said kind of sternly, "ALL DONE!" and pointed to the toys. I don't know what that was about, if he was mad that they had picked up the toys or that I was there to get him or what. Either way, he picked up the cars he had brought and RAN to me, which made me feel pretty good. He heard the closing song start on the loudspeaker and yelled "DING!" which means sing. So we hurried back up there to sing the last song. He's such a character sometimes, he really cracks me up.
Nap went okay, I wish Pud would have been a little quieter, but it's hard for him to remember because he's not usually here for naptime and he's not the one who has to get sucked on to get the kid back to sleep.
The kids are coming at 5:45 tomorrow so I'm hoping he goes to sleep quickly so I can too.
I always get sick when I don't get enough sleep. This morning K was up at 2:30. TWO THIRTY. Pud took him in the car to try to get him back to sleep. Drove for almost an hour and decided it wasn't going to work. Headed for home, and by the time he got here, K was out.
So he gently took him out of the carseat, went to shut the car door, and our stupid cat had walked up and stuck his TAIL in there. So the cat SCREAMED, woke me up in the house, and of course woke K up. Pud brought him up to me and I tried to nurse him back down, but the adrenaline must have been too much. He would drift off, and sleep for a few minutes and then wake up crying.
We made a deal. Pud took him downstairs from 5:30-7:30 so I could sleep, and then he woke me up and I took him from 7:30-9:30 and Pud slept. He put on some soft songs on Windows Media Player with the visualization and basically hypnotized the kid to sleep for a little while. I wasn't so lucky, he was UP and ready to GO.
Around 8:30 he started asking for hot cocoa, so we walked to "YELLOW M!" (McDonalds) and I got Pud & me some greasy breakfast crap and a small hot cocoa for K. I drank a bunch of it, then poured milk in to cool it off and make it less strong, so it was more like warm, weak chocolate milk. Still, I felt like a big dork pushing the stroller with him slurping on a McD cup, since they don't have different cups for coffee and cocoa. I was positive everyone passing us was like "OMG YOU GIVE YOUR BABY COFFEE?!"
He was so funny in church today. Usually he likes the songs, and then I take him to the nursery afterward. He started getting restless in the middle of worship, so I said "do you want to go to the nursery?" He said yes, and I said, "but we're singing, don't you want to sing?" He started saying "nursery! nursery!" loudly over and over. Funny, cause last week he didn't want to go in. I set him down and said "wait for me" and started gathering his stuff. I looked up and he was gone. I ran out after him to help him down the steps. He stopped to peek in the baby nursery, which he always hated, and I started talking to the junior high pastor who was in there with his son. K ran out and into the toddler nursery and was apparently trying to check himself in. When I got there, I opened the little door and let him in, and he didn't even look back. When I went back to pick him up, he saw me and said kind of sternly, "ALL DONE!" and pointed to the toys. I don't know what that was about, if he was mad that they had picked up the toys or that I was there to get him or what. Either way, he picked up the cars he had brought and RAN to me, which made me feel pretty good. He heard the closing song start on the loudspeaker and yelled "DING!" which means sing. So we hurried back up there to sing the last song. He's such a character sometimes, he really cracks me up.
Nap went okay, I wish Pud would have been a little quieter, but it's hard for him to remember because he's not usually here for naptime and he's not the one who has to get sucked on to get the kid back to sleep.
The kids are coming at 5:45 tomorrow so I'm hoping he goes to sleep quickly so I can too.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
No news is good news, I guess.
I'm getting this tiring gut and having a lot of hernia pain, bleh. But I am so loving all the kicks and squirms. There's not a whole lot to update. Just a whole lot of waiting. At least we don't have the low fluid problem and the endless ultrasounds and non-stress tests.
Kalten's memory just blows me away. Back when I worked at the daycare, we watched Bob the Builder occasionally before lunch. We also watched other things like Veggie Tales or Rainbow Fish. Kalten never acted like he was all that interested; he'd rather play, and he never seemed to prefer it or even recognize it. The daycare was over when school started, so we haven't watched it since probably July or August. Today we were at Wal-Mart in the video aisle, and K pointed to a DVD and goes "Builder! Builder!" I didn't think he would have remembered, so I asked him, "Bob the Builder?" and he goes "uh-huh!" We borrowed the video from my mom, and he's watching it now.
I guess he's sort of advanced for his age. I don't know - he's just Kalten to me! Before Wal-Mart, I went to school to pay on my tuition, and the new director was really impressed with Kalten. She guessed he was two, and when I told her he was only 19 months, she said she used to be a speech therapist and that he has a really good vocabulary for his age and speaks very clearly. She was surprised that he knows colors and the alphabet as well. Usually he doesn't show off for people, but she gave him candy and he warmed right up, haha.
Kalten's memory just blows me away. Back when I worked at the daycare, we watched Bob the Builder occasionally before lunch. We also watched other things like Veggie Tales or Rainbow Fish. Kalten never acted like he was all that interested; he'd rather play, and he never seemed to prefer it or even recognize it. The daycare was over when school started, so we haven't watched it since probably July or August. Today we were at Wal-Mart in the video aisle, and K pointed to a DVD and goes "Builder! Builder!" I didn't think he would have remembered, so I asked him, "Bob the Builder?" and he goes "uh-huh!" We borrowed the video from my mom, and he's watching it now.
I guess he's sort of advanced for his age. I don't know - he's just Kalten to me! Before Wal-Mart, I went to school to pay on my tuition, and the new director was really impressed with Kalten. She guessed he was two, and when I told her he was only 19 months, she said she used to be a speech therapist and that he has a really good vocabulary for his age and speaks very clearly. She was surprised that he knows colors and the alphabet as well. Usually he doesn't show off for people, but she gave him candy and he warmed right up, haha.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
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