Skip to main content

Great great great great great great great ancestors?

We, all three of us, went to the doctor for the Gremlin's 18-month check-up on Friday. Apparently I gave birth to Thimblena. Despite our best efforts, she is still only 19 lbs and 12 ounces. This puts her below the 5 percentile. She is in the 25-50 percentile for height and head circumference, though. :) I guess we just have to keep shoving food in her all day.

Surprisingly, the visit went smoothly. We all got ready in the morning, piled into the car and headed to the doctor. The Gremlin thought it was fun to get carried to the car in her brother's carseat. I guess there are benefits to only weighing 20 lbs.

Once we got to the doctor's she got to push all the buttons for the elevator and did everything on her own. She really was great. She hammed it up for Dr. Vic and cried for maybe 5 seconds when she got her shot. He even gave her two kitty stickers. Like I said, she was really great this morning. She was even well behaved while we were all trying to rush out the door. These are the days I want to think of when I want to strangle her. :)

We had a great weekend too. We all went to the zoo on Sunday with some friends and got to see the gorillas. The Gremlin wasn't too interested, and neither was 2.0, but we were fascinated. There was a mother carrying her baby and when the baby decided he wanted to climb on the ropes, she wasn't having any of it. She grabbed him and pulled him back to the ground. She was literally herding him toward the spot she wanted him, all the while he was trying to get around her and go back to the rope swing. I considered just leaving the Gremlin and 2.0 there and letting her raise them for a year or so. She seems to have the parenting thing down better than I do.

But then, something amazing like last nights happens and it makes me think I can do this as well as, if not better than a primate... 2.0 slept from 9:30-4:30. It was heaven. That means I got to sleep from about 10-4:30. That is the most amount of continuous sleep I've gotten since I was about 6 months pregnant. If only we could get her Majesty on the same page and not have her climbing on my face in the middle of the night.

Here are a few shots from the past few days. Thanks Aunt Tristan and Uncle Eric for my awesome shirt. In case you can't read it it says "Will trade brother for a cupcake". And yes, that is a skirt she is wearing in the last two photos.



Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Hi Ho Hi Ho, It's Off to Work I Go

Had to head into the office today. Everyone went along with the show this morning and we didn't have too many glitches. Other than the fact that someone likes to eat the Play-Dough. I gave her one warning and told her it was going away if she ate it again, so of course she ate it again. I know she knows what I am saying and is just testing me to see if I will do what I threaten. I tell you, it is hard to be firm and consistent. Especially when she looks up at me with a single tear in her eye and points at the Play-Dough and says "Doe...more...peez!" And as for the first day at the nanny yesterday... 2.0 was PERFECT. He stayed on schedule, went down for his naps with no issues, didn't cry or fuss and ate just a little less than each bottle I sent over. When I picked them up the nanny said, "he's nothing like the Gremlin was back then." No, he isn't, THANK GOD!!! And of course big sister LOVED having him there with her all day long. As for me, I ...

Wouldn't Trade It for the World

I wish I had a way of recording life as it was happening. I wanted to preserve the memory of what happened that badly, so I am writing it here to remember forever... I'll give you a little back story first. The Gremlin woke up around 5:15 or so and cried out for a few minutes. It was an odd cry. It was not her "I'm hungry" cry or a simple "I woke up and didn't want to" cry. This was more of a "I am scared, help me" sound. But she fell back asleep, so I figured it was just a bad dream and now it was done. 2.0 woke up at 6:15, so I went in to feed him. And when I got to his door, the Gremlin started crying out again. And didn't stop. My husband has to leave for work at 6:45, so there was no way he was going to be able to help out. I was on my own. So after I finished feeding 2.0, I went into the Gremlin's room. This is when I wanted the filming to start. I walked in and saw something that just broke my heart. The Gremlin was sittin...

Nanu nanu

I have no idea where my son came from. I mean, clearly, I gave birth to him. I definitely remember that. But he seems like he is from another planet. In fact, I am convinced he made up his own language and he and his sister are the only ones who speak it. It is a combination of Pig Latin, Spanglish and rhyming. And he runs around the house all day long speaking in it. If you ask him a question he will answer you with a straight face in this crazy speak. "2.0, did you brush your teeth yet?' "Neeth wreath row woa." The child couldn't rhyme if he tried, but when he stops thinking and just opens his mouth, rhymes flow out freely. I don't get it. Maybe he is going to be the next Eminem or Macklemore. I have little to no patience for silliness. I know, I should never have had children. But nonetheless, I have two and can't stand nonsense. Yet this little human insists on teaching me, daily, the value of taking a break for a laugh or a smile or even just...