To be or not to be: Healthy

Good news! I made it through the summer without so much as a sniffle. Almost.

Last Monday night I went to Bible study, and started feeling pretty bad right toward the end. Actually, I think I was feeling bad on the way there, but I had just hit and killed a BUNNY and I thought I was just all jumpy and stressed about that. But as the evening progressed I started feeling worse and worse. Sorry for the TMI, but it felt like a continual labor contraction.

By the time I got home, my entire abdomen was just in pain. Per usual when I am feeling sick or hurt in any way, I whined to Jonathan that I was going to die, and retreated to bed as soon as I could get my teeth brushed. I lay there curled into the tightest ball I could get myself into and just tried to think about other things. It didn’t work. I kept waking up all night long with pain in my stomach. Like, above my belly button, in the middle. Nothing that would indicate appendicitis or anything normal. But a whole lot of pain.

The next morning I woke up still in pain. I am a huge believer in sleeping everything off, so I was truly surprised that I was still in pain. And it wasn’t like it was going away- it was getting worse. I haven’t been to the doctor in about 10 years (whenever it was last required for a physical for high school soccer). Really. I don’t ever need to go to the doctor. Plus I don’t like it much. But I would much prefer a doctor to a dentist. That’s a whole other story. Aaron, if you’re reading this, solidarity, brother.

Anyhow, I called and made an appointment. Jonathan stayed home from work. The whole nine yards. I lay in bed all day until my appointment, by which time I felt pretty good. Pain level back down to about a 3 from a 7. So I was worried that nothing was wrong and I was breaking my nondoc streak for nothing. Fortunately for me he believed that something was actually wrong. When the doc pushed on my stomach, it hurt- but not where I thought it would. Nothing above my belly button was tender/sore at all. I felt nothing when he pushed there. At all. And then when he pushed below my belly button it hurt in the middle above my belly button where it had been hurting all along. Weird.

I had to go have blood drawn. Yuck.

The next day the nurse called me and said the doctor wanted me to go for an ultrasound based on some of my blood work. She mentioned something about elevated levels and such. And she threw in the word gallbladder. We went ahead and scheduled the appointment for the following morning. And Jonathan took even more time off work.

Of course, I felt absolutely fine the next day. Not even pretend sore to the touch. Nothing. I’m sure you know how that goes. We decided I should go in anyway for the ultrasound just to make sure we didn’t miss anything. And that is when the ultrasound tech informed me that I have perfect organs and a textbook aorta. She compared me to the man she’d seen the day before whose aorta was so globbed up she had a hard time finding it. But mine was a clear wide path straight through the screen. Yay. And do you want to know what else? My gallbladder was completely clear (from what I could tell- I’m no ultrasound expert).

It took four days for the doctor’s office to get my results back to me. I figured we were all good by then. If I were dying of something, I suppose they would have called me a bit sooner. I was right about my gallbladder. It is completely clear. So now I get to go back for more blood work tomorrow to find out whether my elevated levels were normal for my body or not.

It’s hard to know what to hope for. On one hand, I hope for perfect health so we can just continue on. On the other hand, I hope for them to find something so I don’t seem like a wimp who couldn’t tough out a tummy bug. One thing is for sure: I am thankful for whatever God is doing and I know He is working it out in whatever way is best for me and our family.


Hula Girl can’t get Healthy!

My poor little Chickadee Hula Girl has been sick since February 8. That’s 2.5 weeks ago. Actually, she was sick before that, but that’s the day I actually took her in to the pediatrician to see what to do about it.

Started out with a runny nose. Then one night (February 7), she started throwing up. When my girlie girl throws up in the early hours after bedtime, we know she’s coming down with something. It doesn’t matter if it’s a cold, the flu, roseola, or whatever else you can think of. If she is getting sick, she throws up. Anyway, we ended up changing her sheets and jammies 4 times that night. In the morning, her underarm temperature was 102.7.

That day I just let her lie around the house all day before we could get her in to see the pediatrician in the afternoon. She only wanted to lie down in “nests” made of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. She just wanted me to read to her all day long, play Candy Land, or watch short movies (we allow some Word World and The Jesus Storybook Bible DVDs on special occasions nowadays).

Anyway, she had a sinus infection. Antibiotics for 10 days. Then on the 15th, she came down with THE COLD that Jonathan had brought home from work. It was horrible, miserable, and it’s still hanging on to ALL our family members. Yippee.

But. This entire time she has had a fever of 100 degrees. Yes, a low-grade fever for 2.5 weeks straight, even on antibiotics and Tylenol.

Yesterday she went back into “nest mode” and complained of a sore throat. She said she was feeling badly this morning when she woke. So I scheduled another appointment.

Lo and behold, my little Hula Girl has a double ear infection. Probably explains why she wasn’t sleeping a couple nights ago. And why she’s lost a pound and a half in two weeks.

We’re getting a different antibiotic today. Wish us luck. And pray for my little girl to get all better SOON!


Hello, 13 Days Later.

Well, life has been anything but busy lately. I have just been lazy and sick and puttin’ off my bloggin’ duties. However, I have decided that I’m going to print my blog into blog books for the kids since I do a terrible job keeping memories any other way. Really. I forget the camera all the time. I capture things on my cell phone- but really, who knows how to get all those off the phone and somewhere usable!? The most recent entry in Hula Girl’s baby book is on the page marked “On the Day we Brought you Home.” And Gelato doesn’t even have a baby book. So this blog is it. Really. I might need to reconsider my “no pictures of my children” policy. Or at least figure out how to download all my pictures from Facebook as a group (or at least albums) rather than one-by-one. (Anyone know how to do that? Emily Parker, I’m talking to you!)

So yeah, I need to get busy on this blog. I have several posts outlined in my notebook. I promise not all my posts are “this-just-happened-five-seconds-ago-and-I-just-can’t-wait-to-blog-about-it!!!!!!” posts… but some of them are. Not going to lie.

Twenty-three days ago, our groundhog saw his shadow and said we’d have six more weeks of winter. It has been cooooold. Accurate prediction. Now we have three weeks left. Let’s just pray that little groundhog guy was right and that spring comes early again this year! I can’t wait for warmer weather so I can get my kids outta the house!

Twenty-three days ago, I sold a swing and several other baby items on Craigslist. The lady never came to pick them up, until I gave up on her and left the house, after waiting around for her for an hour and a half. Of course, Jonathan didn’t pay attention when I told him the prices I wanted for the items… so we made an extra $20 that day. Guess it’s good to have selective hearing after all, right Dear?! 😉

Twenty-three days ago, I went to Goodwill and got a wreath for our door. It was wrapped in purplish cellophane and had old ugly silk flowers hot glued to it. I stripped it of its adornments and refashioned it into something adorable for my living room.

And I will now proceed to fill you in on the rest of the time between then and now (* indicates future blog posts to watch for to get more details):

22-13 Days Ago: A lot of the same ol’ stuff. Probably went to Storytime. Probably played a lot of Candy Land. You know, the usual.

12 Days Ago: We went to Storytime and saw our friends there. Hula Girl was very excited to see everyone, and she had her first fruit snack. She now calls them “snack fruit” and asks for them every day. She has not had any since. (Lucky girl is in for a surprise today- I found organic fruit snacks on sale this weekend!)

12 Days Ago: We cleaned and prepared and washed and cleaned and prepared and decorated for our Valentine’s Day party.

11 Days Ago: We had our V-Day party* and it was a blast!

10 Days Ago: Hula Girl and Gelato came down with a nasty cold.

9 Days Ago: Mommy came down with the same cold.

8 Days Ago: Daddy kept our family alive while the three of us languished with a horrid horrid horrid cold.

7 Days Ago: Jonathan stayed home from work to keep the kids alive while I suffered with the worst cold ever.

6 Days Ago: I handled the kids while I was sick. It was a horrible day and I spent the entirety of it feeling like an awful mom. I even posted a topic thread on my Babywise moms google group asking for resources for rejuvenation when one feels like she has become the world’s worst mom. Embarrassingly bad, actually, is how my parenting skills were that day.

5 Days Ago: My throat finally stopped hurting and the kids were somewhat better. A better day overall

4 Days Ago: Felt better and Jonathan and I prepared him for his work’s employee appreciation luncheon.

3 Days Ago: Jonathan won the Hula competition and came in third in the best-dressed Hawaiian competition. Looks like our hard work paid off! 🙂

2 Days Ago: Hula Girl started acting sick again.

1 Day Ago: Hula Girl laid on the floor all day long and cried/whined. Sickie sick sick.

Today: Well, I will write a post about it.

Did you miss me?

Another Unnecessary Pediatrician Visit

Yup. I was, once again, that mom. You know, the mom who’s all worried over every little sign? Those of you who knew me when Hula Girl was little know that we visited the pediatrician a lot. Part of this is that Jonathan’s also a worry-wart in his heart, and when you get the two of us together and tell us something slightly troubling about our children, we automatically jump into “Something’s Wrong!” mode. I would like to take a moment to recognize my restraint so far in Gelato’s life… after all, we almost made it 4 months without an extraneous pediatrician visit. Alas, all good things must come to an end.

In the middle of last week, I noticed my little man scratching at his right ear a lot. I figured I’d keep an eye on it, but he was probably only doing that because he was discovering that there was something floppy attached to the side of his head. Cool. Fast forward to yesterday, when he started crying his “pain” cry when I laid him down to change his diaper. Weird. When I sat him back up, he stopped crying. I tried this about 4 times in a row, and he was definitely in pain when on his back. We eventually got the diaper changed when I distracted him. Then he started crying his “pain” cry in the evening after we put him to bed last night. And he would not be comforted. And every time Jonathan tried to lay him down, he just cried harder.

We thought it was probably an ear infection.

Well, nope. Took him in today and felt like a moron. But at least I now have peace of mind.

I also learned that my kid is a huge chub. He weighs in at 16 pounds, which is 1 pound, 2 ounces heavier than Hula Girl was at his age. Actually, when looking at growth percentiles, he’s only between 50 and 75, but still. I am pretty confident we won’t double his birth weight (8 lbs 13.5 oz, so we’d need to get to 17 lbs 11 oz) by 6 months old, but we didn’t with Hula Girl, either. It’s pretty hard to do when your kids come out so huge. 🙂

Anyway, $30 down the drain; healthy baby; moving on.

Shoo, Fly! Don’t Bother Mommy!

We’re sick. I started feeling a sore throat last Friday night, which progressed to a really runny nose by Wednesday, and now I’m coughing frequently. No one around me had gotten sick, though, until yesterday. Hula Girl woke up from her nap an hour and a half early, crying. Yep, that’s a sure sign that she’s getting sick.

We got her in bed as early as we could, at 7:15, but she still took a long time to fall asleep. Many “curtain calls” later (which we will happily participate in when our kiddo’s sick, but at no other time), she finally fell asleep around 8:30. But then she woke again at 9:15 and was awake, crying in between visits from Jonathan and me, until midnight.

We gave her several sips of water to hydrate her little body, Tylenol to bring down her fever, and Baby Rub to help her breathe better. I rocked her several times, each time telling her more of our special story (a story that I’m making up as we go- it’s about a beautiful princess who has a gleaming white horse named Sparkle and a little gray bunny named Buttercup that the princess and Sparkle rescued from a hole in the ground). Last night, Sparkle and the princess discovered an enchanted waterfall in the middle of a beautiful wood that smelled like cinnamon. 🙂

Anyway, after a loooooong evening, we just let her sleep in. She slept until 8, which is 15 minutes past the time I normally get her out of bed. 8 hours of sleep all night… for a kid who usually sleeps 10-12 hours… needless to say, she’s a bit crabby today. Add in the fact that her nose won’t stop running and she probably feels a bit achy, and it’s no wonder she’s slightly mulish.

But do you know what? Today (so far) is one of the best days we’ve had together as a family in a while. Hula Girl’s sickness has forced us to just really slow down and spend lots of quiet time on the living room floor playing with toys and on the couch reading books. Hula Girl is wearing two of her tutus, five leis, and her stripey jammies. She is sporting a ponytail “just like Mommy’s” and carrying her “pink blankie” with her wherever she goes. Jonathan is being super sweet and making sure she drinks 4 sips of water every 20 minutes.

Anyway, even though she’s feeling sick and awful, she’s still our funny sweet girl! She’s giving kisses left and right, she’s asking to help us or to watch us do everything we do, from breakfast to throwing away tissues. And my favorite- she’s singing all her favorite songs. Even last night when she was wide awake (in between crying spells), she was singing her ABCs. She also really loves the “Shoo, Fly! Don’t Bother Me!” song… and that’s where the title comes in. She saw a little fly flying toward me while I was researching our mattress-wrapping technique, and she sang, “Shoo, fly! Don’t bother Mommy!” How sweet. 🙂

Hope y’all have a great weekend! We’ll try to rest and get better ASAP! After all- we only have 5 more weekends left as a little family of three, and swimming lessons start next Saturday!

The Snowy Day

Every once in a while, good ol’ Colorado gifts its residents with a larger-than-average snowfall. Interestingly enough, it’s usually on years when the snowfall totals are far below average. But then in one snowstorm, we make up about half of what’s needed to get on track. Denver currently has about 10 inches, or so I’ve read on my Denver friends’ facebook status updates. We actually got about 6 inches, but it’s all very very wet and is packing down quickly.

To celebrate the snow (or to force myself to at least embrace it since I am, in fact, sick again), I took Hula Girl outside this morning and let her wander around the front yard while I shoveled the driveway. She was in “neen why no” heaven. (Clean white snow.) I told her she could eat the snow from the tree and on the ground where I wasn’t shoveling or tossing loads of dirty driveway snow. At one point I noticed she had fallen down on her tummy but was just laying there licking the snow. Then she floundered around for a few more minutes until she got back up, declared, “Did it!” and started the new game of “flop on my tummy into the deep deep snow and eat as much as I can!” She had snow all over her face. At one point she decided she’d remove her mittens, but I did not allow that- her little fingers would have frozen! I also looked over and caught her bouncing/dancing with her little fists up in the air and a jubilant expression on her face numerous times. Not sure if she had made some major snow discovery or was just excited to be out in it. Either way, it was really really cute.

When we came inside, I made her a cup of hot chocolate (she calls it “ah dah daht”). Then we watched a movie. I was trying to keep her somewhat contained since my body is aching and I feel so run-down, but she wanted nothing to do with it after 4 minutes. I guess it’s a good thing that my child doesn’t like to watch shows, but it can also make for some looooong days when Mommy is sick.

After she was finished with her ah dah daht, she decided she wanted more. So she took her step stool over to the microwave and was pushing all the buttons as she said over and over, “Mo ah dah daht beep!” She added the beep in for the microwave. You know, because microwaves deserve to be heard, too. She played at this activity for about 5 minutes.

What strikes me most about her today is the way she automatically says no to anything I offer, but then realizes what she turned down and then asks for it. For example, at lunch today I asked her if she wanted some avocado. She said no, of course. 5 minutes later, she said, “Dah-doh, Mommy?” So I got out the avocado and she ate half of it. (After finishing a veggie burger, cheese, and banana bread. Lil’ piglet these days!) I have been working on trying to offer choices so that the answer can’t be a simple yes or no, but sometimes the answer really is a simple yes or no. “Do you want avocado?” I wasn’t going to offer her anything else instead… so yeah.

For those of you interested, the pizza last night was a big hit. Jonathan was very surprised and pleased to have pizza for dinner. He actually jumped up and down a few times once he got his boots off. Hula Girl actually ate 3 pieces of pizza (about 2.5 inches wide at the top) plus a full plate full of her spinach/basil noodles. Like I mentioned, she’s a piglet lately!

Tonight’s dinner is going to be à la Jonathan. I called him and begged him to bring something home so I don’t have to worry about trying to cook. I just want to take a nap. Which I’m going to do… now! Happy Friday, everyone.

Gray Fuzz

It’s been gray outside all day, it’s supposed to rain this afternoon. Then the rain is supposed to turn to snow overnight and we’re supposed to wake up to 6 inches of fluffy white stuff. COLD fluffy white stuff.

I am feeling quite under the weather- like I’m coming down with another cold. Fortunately Hula Girl is not showing any symptoms of illness (she will usually stop eating and that’s our first clue) and so I’m hoping that my immune system is just so depressed that I’ll be the only one who gets it this time. If I get it at all. I could just be overthinking the headache and the possible almost-sore passage between the nose and throat. (What is that called, by the way? I taught it when I taught 4th grade, but that was… oh, five years ago. Crazy how time flies and how pregnancy brain makes you forget everything you ever knew.)

Tonight I plan to surprise Jonathan with a pizza from Papa Murphy’s since it’s going to be so cold and we were expecting to eat salad for dinner. I went on a “no-meat” rage last weekend, so all our meals have been 100% vegetarian this week. Not so good for a guy who wants to gain muscle and get back into the gym. Anyway, my plan for tonight’s pizza is to just get something warm to accompany the salad and let him have a little bit o’ animal in his diet. Sick, even typing that makes me feel gross. His half will be pepperoni and pineapple; mine will be black olive and mushroom. Hula Girl will sample from both halves, and will probably have a serving of spinach-basil noodles on the side.

On a side note about the vegetarian meals, Hula Girl has eaten so many veggies this week it’s boggled my mind. Usually she eats a great helping of carbs (just like her Mommy and Daddy- carb lover!), some fruit, maybe a helping of veggies if I can pray to the right number of Veggie gods prior to the meal, and she’ll always always always eat her protein (beans, meats, anything with protein- she gobbles it up). But this week she’s eaten mostly veggies and carbs, with a little bit of proteins thrown in there for good measure. I have intentionally not offered as much fruit just to see how she takes to the veggie options when fruits aren’t available. I’m liking the trend. Her favorite mealtime activity has been to find the peas that are hiding inside the rigatoni. It’s been quite fun to see her enjoying her veggies so very much. This week’s favorite veggie: “Ma-um.” (Mushrooms.) Now that’s my girl!!!

Also, I’ve been very intentional lately about allowing her to participate in things I’m doing around the house, but not really forcing her to do activities just because I think they might be fun for her. (Big step in the right direction! Congratulations to me!) This morning, for example, she stood up on the stepladder so she could help me make her breakfast, a veggie omelet. She ripped up a ton of spinach and cut some mushrooms in half with a plastic knife. I had to go back and cut the mushrooms smaller, of course, but hey- it was GREAT to see her so excited about helping. I have never asked her for “real” help in meal prep before. Usually I hand her an empty bowl and a whisk and ask her to “mix the pancakes” or whatever.  But this morning, I thought, “Hey, why not see what she can actually do? She’ll love it, and I’ll train her early to like helping in the kitchen!” She did love it, and by the time we poured the eggs in the pan, she was so excited to eat that she just kept repeating, “Omee? Omee? Omee?” I even let her shake her own pepper. What a big girl. It was yet another lesson for me in empowering her to be independent, and even though it’s hard to learn the lesson, it’s so rewarding to see her happy and capable.

Here are a few other words she is so fond of saying that just crack me up:

  • “Oh, Noooooooooo!” She says this in a high-pitched whiny voice whenever she drops something. We have no idea where she learned it. It’s absolutely hilarious. I am so glad to have captured it on film.
  • “Dee-doh Dee-doh!” (Twinkle, Twinkle)
  • “Neen wah nee nee” (Clean fresh blankies) Ever since witnessing her blankie enter the washer covered in soaking wet vomit and exit the dryer fluffy, clean, and fresh, she has referred to both blankies as “clean fresh blankies.”
  • “New eet” (New sheet) This originated around the same time as the blankies- when she was vomiting after every meal, we changed her sheets a lot, and we made a big deal about putting new sheets on her bed. Now every time she goes down for a nap she tells me she has a new sheet. Not always true… but still adorable.
  • “Doh-dee-mime, did, in on, boy, dee, da da, dee-doh dee-doh.” (Storytime, kids, sing songs, boy, girl, color, twinkle twinkle) This is her mantra, and she repeats it at least 20 million times a day. She loves to remember storytime and who she sees and what she does there. Interesting that she has yet to remember that storytime is where we read books. Ha!

I also have to include a very funny habit of Hula Girl’s that I keep forgetting to write down. This girl is crazy about fuzz. She pulls out little shreds from her blankies, both of which are made of yarn, and rolls them in her fingers until she has a fuzz ball. She calls them “wuh.” Her absolute favorite thing to do with her “wuh” is to stick it up her nose. She will gather about 35 fuzz balls together in one giant fuzz conglomeration and try to put the whole thing up her nose. I usually find her after naps and nighttimes just laying there in her crib, stuffing fuzz up her nose.

Now, she doesn’t just love to put it up her nose. She also loves to carry it around in her left hand. She always always always has at least 5 fuzzballs in her left hand. She’s been a fuzz collector since she was about 10 months old. As you can imagine, 9 months of shredding/carrying fuzz around has left a veritable fuzz factory in our house, and you will always be able to find at least 4 or 5 fuzzballs on our carpet. When Hula Girl is playing, she will literally stop everything (even if she’s in mid-run), and stoop down to collect ANY fuzz she sees.

And when it’s mealtime, she used to accidentally eat the fuzz and choke on it. So now we have a mealtime ritual. The fuzz lives on the corner of the dining room table until the meal is over and her hands are clean again. I don’t want yogurt-covered fuzzballs littering my house or stinking up my daughter’s hand. That would be gross. 😛


Sick, Sick, Sick! and 19 Months

Well, we’re sick again. AGAIN! Can you believe it! It’s like all I ever write about is sickness in our house. Ugh.

This time around has definitely been the worst we’ve experienced so far. Hula Girl came down with ear infections a couple weeks ago, so we put her on antibiotics. That seemed to help her for a while, but then Jonathan got sick with a cold, and lo and behold, I caught it from him. This is the worst cold I have ever had. I have been coughing all night for the past week now, which means I’ve gotten maybe 4-5 hours of rest each night. And on top of that, Hula Girl has now started vomiting after almost every meal, so I’ve been cleaning and doing laundry like a madwoman!

Last night I tried the “Wet Sock Treatment” to try to help myself sleep better. It’s supposed to increase circulation to the feet, decrease congestion in the head, chest, and throat, and help the “treatee” sleep better all night. Here’s what to do:

  1. Soak your feet in warm water for 5-10 minutes beforehand.
  2. Wet some cotton socks with cold water and wring so they’re not dripping.
  3. Cover the cotton socks with dry wool socks.
  4. Go to bed.

In the morning your feet should be warm and dry, and your socks should be dry as well. I had heard of this before, but never tried it until last night- and it was crazy! My sinuses were no longer hurting this morning and my feet were warm and cozy and dry. My only complaint is that it did nothing to soothe or abate my cough, so we had to deal with that until I finally fell asleep around 11. But then I did sleep, and sleep well, until 6:45. So I think I’ll call my first experience with it a success. You’re supposed to do it 1-3 nights in a row. I will definitely be trying it out again tonight.

Now, on to the fun part of life! Hula Girl is 19.5 months old, and I am loving, loving, loving this age. I was a bit worried that it would be a difficult time, as I have heard that 18-21 months is a really difficult testing period. However, I think Hula Girl’s advanced language skills have really benefited us and we’ve been able to weather this period with little frustration.

My most exciting moments are when Hula Girl comes up with different ways of showing that she really is in control of her language. Last night, for example, she said her first real sentence. I say her first real sentence because it’s the first sentence she’s said that hasn’t been just her mimicking us. She watched Jonathan putting batteries in a new toy and was quite excited to play with it. She finally reached up her little hand (he was taking forever) and she calmly said, “Me do.” This was super exciting to me for a couple of reasons. First of all, she’s never referred to herself as “me” before. (She has said “I” when she has been sad, as in “I throw up,” or “I cry.”) Second, she’s never said the word “do” before. She’s heard us plenty of times, asking her if she wants to do something, like, “Do you want to do it?” She always answers yes! But last night, she took the initiative, and I was so proud.

She’s also demonstrated several times that she has learned the concept of one-to-one correspondence. This is a mathematical concept that is crucial for any person. When I was teaching, this was the very first thing any student needed to understand in order to succeed in math. Basically, it means that Hula Girl can match a number to an object or group of objects. For example, when she counts, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5,” she is  using rote memorization to list off a bunch of words. But when she has a stack of 5 blocks and counts, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5,” while moving one block at a time, she is showing that she has one-to-one correspondence. Basically, two blocks is two blocks is two blocks- two blocks will never be four blocks. And yes, she has demonstrated one-to-one correspondence with up to 6 items at a time. Smartie!

My favorite part of the day, as it is for most parents, is bedtime. Our bedtime routine includes Jonathan giving Hula Girl a bath while I prepare her room (turning on sound machine, filling humidifier, closing curtains, etc.), then Jonathan lotions and dresses her for the night while I read to her and then we talk about her day. I read a short poem or song from an awesome gift we received from Hula Girl’s Uncle Jeremy and Aunt Elinor for Christmas. It’s an old collection (from the 1800s) of Christian poetry and hymns, one for every day of the year. And even better- it has Hula Girl’s name in the title. So I read her poem or hymn while they listen, and then Hula Girl starts asking, “Bout day? Bout day?” because she loves to talk about her day. I stand next to her and stroke her hair and we go through the day’s events together. We talk about what we had for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. We remember any special events that occurred that day. The very last part is when Jonathan asks her what she liked best about the day. She used to just look at him blankly, because it really is a difficult question for a 19-month-old to answer.  But the past few nights, she’s had something to say. One day she liked the kids at storytime. Another day she liked the visit from Grammy and Great Grandma. And yesterday, when we were all sick at home, her favorite thing about the day was “Eenie muh, Daddy.” (Reading books with Daddy.) Precious.

I can pretty much understand every little thing she says these days, even though her words are definitely not clear to outsiders. I find it so interesting that I can tell what she means just by small inflections or hand gestures that accompany her words. She is not one to waste words. She does not babble all day long. She talks all day long, but always with a purpose. She is constantly narrating her environment and trying to make me understand what she means. My very favorite thing is when I’ve worked hard to figure out what she’s trying to say, and I get it right. Then she smiles and laughs and says, “Yee-eeeaaa-ha ha ha ha!” in her really deep happy voice. Love it. 

She is no longer plagued with a huge sense of stranger anxiety. When we go out to the store or the library, she will actually approach anyone she can see and tell everyone, “Hi!” Many people aren’t sure what to do with it, and they just grin and move on without saying hi back. This frustrates her, since I’ve always taught her that “it’s nice to say hi.” She has even followed some grown men around Walmart just to tell them hi until they greet her in return. Funny thing is, when they DO say hi, she often runs back and hides behind me. Silly girl.

There are so many more things to say about Hula Girl at this age. I will be adding more posts soon since everything is getting back to normal around here. I can’t wait to get back to writing more frequently! I have missed this!


Wednesday Green

Well, hello friendly readers!

Today, Hula Girl and I made the drive up to my parents’ house, where we will be stationed until Sunday. Jonathan has a job interview today, tomorrow, and Friday, so we’ll see how things go for him. He’ll be joining us tomorrow night. We’re also looking forward to being joined by my uncle, who’s never left his home state except to go on his honeymoon… we’re very excited to see him.

The title of this post is inspired by the lovely chipper green in my mom’s kitchen- it looks great! She and my dad finished putting up the wainscoting and the trim, and it’s so much brighter in here now. It really looks good. Yay for green!

I’m feeling a bit better- I think I will manage to survive this sickness. As long as I keep getting my rest and don’t overdo it.

Hula Girl, on the other hand, is not doing well. She’s been down for her nap for 45 minutes and is still screaming. I checked on her and she hadn’t thrown her blankie out or anything. I sang her song to her, put her down, and told her to go to sleep. She isn’t obeying. Early bedtime tonight. Sigh.

More tomorrow.

Tuesday… Orange?

So remember how yesterday I was all excited because of the wonderful things happening in my life? Well, I remember that too, but it’s one of those memories that I’m viewing through a long long fuzzy telescope. Because I am not excited or happy or even feeling anything more than iffy.

TMI ALERT! The following paragraphs contain detailed information about my bodily functions. If you can’t handle it, don’t keep reading.

I was talking to my best friend on the phone at around 3:30 yesterday afternoon. After I got off the phone with her, I suddenly had the urge to GO. You know what I mean. So, I went… and it stung a little. I thought to myself, this better not be one of those. Lo and behold, by 3:45 I had already gone again about 12 times, and it stung worse each time, so I called Jonathan and told him to come home to take care of Hula Girl; I needed to get to the doctor ASAP.

All the doctor told me as he walked into the room (after introducing himself) was, “Your urine looks awful.” Thanks, Doc! I have a wonderful urinary tract infection. He put me on antibiotics and this crazy med that takes away the urge to GO and the stinging, but it also turns your pee NEON ORANGE. Nice.

So, needless to say, life is less than wonderful, as I am hoping and praying this doesn’t turn into a kidney infection. Been there, done that, got the shot in the butt. I do NOT want to do that again.

Poor little Hula Girl must be so bored of me. All I did this morning was sit on the couch, talk to my mom, turn on some music (the Spice Girls channel on Pandora!) so she could dance, and read books with her.

After all that, it was only 9:25, and naptime isn’t until 10:15. So I got her all sunscreened up and took her outside to the backyard. I was going to push her in her swing for a bit, but then I decided to fill a 60-quart storage container with water and let her play with it. Well, she decided she wanted to get in it. Yes, in the freezing cold hose-water. At 9:30 in the morning. So I stripped her down to her bare bottom and hat, and let her at it. She climbed in and had a blast. She brought two rocks from the front yard into the water with her, and discovered that they can go in the bottom of her MegaBlox. That was so cool. She did it over and over and over and over… and then she decided to throw the rocks out into the grass, get out of the bin, find the rocks, throw them back into the water, and splash back in all by herself. That was even more fun!

By 10:00, I had a frozen popsicle baby, who was extremely pleased with herself. I carried her inside, wrapped her in a towel, and gave her some water so she could quench any lingering thirst (I think she might have drank about a third of the water from the storage bin).Then I put her down for her nap while she giggled and poked the bird on my shirt.

I guess me being sick doesn’t mean Hula Girl has to have a boring day after all.

Wish me well, and send some soup. I am hoping to feel better soon.

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