16 months
Doesn’t little Miss Zuzu look like she could belong to the Hobbits with all those curls. Perfect little curls. Zuzu probably hasn’t had the best month. With the popcorn situation at Primary Children’s, breaking in 2 molars, and getting sick last week, she was not at her best. A Few things about zuzu lately:
– She loves to drink out of a real cup. Doesn’t like sippies much.
– Still loves her bottle before bed. I know – she’s 16 months. sigh…
– Will finally crawl down the stairs. She’s known how for months, but she was always scared and would holler at the top of the stairs until we came to get her. She did fall down a few stairs the other day but she hopped right back on that horse and is still doing stairs.
– Loves cheese, peaches, pretzels, popcorn, orange juice.
– Sucks her thumb through her blanket (which, by the way, makes for stinky blanket corners)
– Babbles so very much!
– Signs ‘more’ and ‘all done’
– Really doesn’t like the process of getting dressed. She cries.
– Likes to be like the big kids.
– Has started to hit the boys so we teach her to be soft.
– Starting to hold her own with the boys and kicks them off mom’s lap.
– Loves baths.
There’s a little about our zuzu. We think she has lost a lot of weight, but the doctor tells us that she’s about 24 lbs – a few lbs more than she was a while ago… I guess she’s just growing taller and becoming more of a toddler. Sigh… I suppose she’ll have to grow up.
Do you Hear what I Hear?
I’m trying to appreciate all the sounds that come from my boys (keyword: Trying!). Wow – it overwhelms my senses sometimes. Truman loves to bang things together. He really needs a drum set. Abe really wants to take piano. Max – he found those cool headphone instruments at the Listening Center at the Dinosaur Museum. Funny him!
sigh… liza is sick
This is about how happy Eliza has been this week.
Saturday = slight fever and lethargic
Saturday night = 103 fever & barf all over mom at 3 a.m. Grossest Barf EVER!
Sunday = stayed home from church with dad. fever. small barf.
Monday = fever subsides. still won’t eat or drink much. no good nap.
Tuesday = Doctor. No strep. Eyes still red. Breath still sick smelling.
Wednesday = Rash. We think it’s Roseola.
Thursday = Still fussy all morning. Won’t eat. Diarrhea. Finally try Melissa – the miracle essential oil? We’ll see if it helps. Napping in the a.m.
Friday = Let’s hope she’s doing better so mom and dad can go on their anniversary date.
sigh…
There was a little girl, who had a little curl
Now, the only part that applies to Eliza is the little girl, who had a little curl who was very good indeed. Even when Eliza is stubborn and full of 1 year old mischief, she isn’t horrid. But the rest of the poem is funny… especially how it ends with a spank. What?!
There Was a Little Girl
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
She was very good indeed,
And when she was bad she was horrid.
One day she went upstairs,
When her parents, unawares,
In the kitchen were occupied with meals,
And she stood upon her head
In her little trundle-bed,
And then began hooraying with her heels.
Her mother heard the noise,
And she thought it was the boys
A-playing at a combat in the attic;
But when she climbed the stair,
And found Jemima there,
She took and she did spank her most emphatic.
Eliza’s Bronchoscopy
On the Eve of Eliza’s 15-month Birthday, she choked on a piece of popcorn and thus we ended up at Primary Children’s with quite a day. She had a Bronchoscopy to get a popcorn kernel out. Yikes!
Bronchoscopy (bron-KOS-ko-pee) is a procedure that allows your doctor to look inside your lungs’ airways, called the bronchi (BRONG-ki) and bronchioles (BRONG-ke-ols). The airways carry air from the trachea (TRA-ke-ah), or windpipe, to the lungs. During the procedure, your doctor inserts a thin, flexible tube called a bronchoscope into your nose or mouth. The tube is passed down your throat into your airways. If you have a breathing tube, the bronchoscope can be passed through the tube to your airways. You’ll be given medicine to make you relaxed and sleepy during the procedure. The bronchoscope has a light and small camera that allow your doctor to see your windpipe and airways and take pictures.
This is her story photo style. Oh – and don’t think I’m such a weirdo for taking so many pictures. I was so concerned about Liza that I kept trying to keep things ‘light’ by documenting the journey so I wouldn’t freak out too bad.
So – are we going to feed Liza popcorn anymore? The answer is yes. We asked the surgeon if we should stop feeding our children popcorn, specifically Eliza. He said we were fine to keep eating it. Though – we are holding off for a while until Liza is a little older. And we are only giving her the soft part. I keep thinking of all the things she could choke on – cheese, crackers, raisins, pretzels. I guess we’ll just be watchful. sigh…
a no-nonsense kinda kid who is now 3
Funnies from Truman:
I can’t kiss you.
I have sneezes in my eyes.
“Truman, eat your haystack.”
It’s not a haystack.
It’s food.
“Thanks for the clarification.”
It’s not a clarification.
Thank you mommy for the hug.
I am so happy to you.
(Big smile and kisses from Tru.)
I not Buddy.
I Truman
I not Tru.
I Truman.
She not Honey.
She ‘Wiza.
“Don’t be sad.
Just be glad.”
I’m not glad.
I’m Truman
(said with a scowl on his face.)
Every night before bed we ask Tru if he’d like a hug or a kiss. Some nights it’s a yes… some a no.
But no matter what, we love this kiddo (oops – his name is Truman – not kiddo).
Here’s to the Terrific Three’s!
comic relief
Max: “This is not my best dinner.”
Heather: “Bye Jimmy. Have fun stormin’ the castle.”
Jimmy: Smile.
Heather: “Do you know what I’m talking about?”
Jimmy: “No.”
Heather: “Oh man… really? Princess Bride? Miracle Max?”
Max: “My leg hurts. I think I’m going to die… and not go to preschool. Whenever I’m sleeping, I think I’m dead.”
Max: “I always wanted to be a good sport.”
Hannah explains to the boys at the dinner table: “Belch is a fancy word for burp.”