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| It took him a few trips here for him to build up enough bravery to go down the 'big' slide since I can't do water slides at the moment. Now he goes right for it! |
Friday, July 15, 2011
Noah's Ark
Sam's favorite thing to do this summer is go to Noah's Ark. It might be Mommy's favorite too. It's fenced, has plenty of lifeguards, is only 6" deep, has a snack bar (though they let you bring in your own stuff) and I can sit and 'rest' while watching him play. Awesomeness. In this crazy heat if you're going to be outside water is a MUST! :)
Friday, July 8, 2011
"Fishing"
When we go to the park, or really anywhere that there's a nice soggy, muddy puddle Sam likes to find a stick and go "fishing".
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Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Summer so far
Apparently we took our Alaska trip in the nick of time. I had trouble with bleeding for the first ~16 weeks of this pregnancy and since I hit ~21 weeks have been having strong contractions. The trip was over weeks 18-19...God's timing is perfect.
Baby and I haven't been ordered to permanently stay in bed, just to stay there as often as possible. No heavy lifting, no standing for long periods, no getting hot if possible (umm, are they aware it's summer?) and absolutely no getting dehydrated (not much of a worry, I can't go more than ~20 mins without ice water). I've been to the hospital twice, to the Dr. a lot, and things are finally hitting a sort of equilibrium. They tend to be ~3 minutes apart but I'm not...err..."changing" enough that they think I'm going into labor this week; this may just be the norm for the rest of the pregnancy. :( Problem is, that's only good for this week, next week might be a different story. Pretty unnerving when you go to your Dr. (who fortunately I trust completely) and with the doppler and measuring tape comes comments like,"Think you can make it 10 more weeks?" Umm, I'm barely at the start of 25 weeks, I don't like that math.
The good news? Well, baby is still moving well and doesn't appear to be in any kind of distress from all the contractions. Pinning he/she down with the doppler is still difficult since he/she is spinning around constantly. Baby still isn't head down, but transverse...a good thing since they're concerned the pressure of being head down might make my body go into active labor. At the 20 wk U/S baby sized a wee bit small, everything was proportional and functioning just...small, so we'll get to see he/she again in a few weeks. Meantime I'm supposed to do my best to beef he/she up ;) Sam was a small baby so likely we just make small babies, but better safe right? David has been awesome, he makes dinner when he gets home, cleans, exercises Sam since he's cooped up more often now, etc.
And Sam? Oh, sweet Sam. He's growing up so fast, although I think his imagination might be a little TOO strong. He has imaginary roads going all over the place that we can't sit/stand on or in the case of his bed cover with a blanket. Last night Bumblyburg (the town in the Larryboy cartoons) was in his mouth when we were brushing his teeth so he started crying since we were causing damage to it. Sigh. He has taken on the superhero persona of Larryboy, whose alter ego I suppose is Fireman Sam. Thomas the train is still a very good friend but we're running out of track room. He still is very regimented as to where his things go and remembering where EXACTLY he left them. Thomas ALWAYS has to be parked at the Bell Station just past the building but before the crossing; fire truck and taxi cab have to be parked, backwards, at the fire station on his mat. Sam has been very patient with Mommy too since I can't do a whole lot of active playing with him, but we read a lot and color/paint and I'll lay on his bed and watch him play trains or whatever. His current favorite book is "Bobby Bramble Loses His Brain." He's started to play tennis with Dad a little bit and is getting slightly more interested in balls, I still think we have a future runner/basketball/or soccer player...his favorite thing to do even still is just to run and run and run (which he/we call "whoodie whoodie's").
His vocabulary is also growing apace, he's dropping nearly all of his baby words now. Waffles aren't "awfuls" anymore and watermelon isn't "wi-high". He's also starting to have some crowding in his brain when he speaks and if he gets too excited will stutter a little bit. He's picked up some funny phrases like "I know it's funny but you have to stop that" and has all manner of goofy exclamations like calling people/things "silly sacks".
He's potty trained but for nap/nighttime and will put on his underwear in the morning and after his nap without being asked. For some reason the silly boy likes to wear both his underwear and shorts backwards. I asked him why this morning and he said, "because I like to." Well, at least he wears them. It could be worse. But for all his bigness he still tells me he likes/loves me all the time, gives kisses (mostly goat kisses) and hugs for free, holds hands and is as snuggly as he was when he was a baby.
The next few weeks will, in the interest of keeping the littlest one happy, be pretty uneventful. I've still been taking Sam to his Friday playgroup but that's really our only 'outing' during the week. We're due to move out of our apartment at the end of July. 4 years and 1 month after we moved in. Be praying for the baby to continue to grow and be safe (and stay in!), that we find the perfect place to move into (we're hoping to rent a house with a yard where boy and dog can whoodie whoodie to their hearts content), and that we/all of Texas get some serious rainfall as we're in a massive, oppressive, depressing drought.
Baby and I haven't been ordered to permanently stay in bed, just to stay there as often as possible. No heavy lifting, no standing for long periods, no getting hot if possible (umm, are they aware it's summer?) and absolutely no getting dehydrated (not much of a worry, I can't go more than ~20 mins without ice water). I've been to the hospital twice, to the Dr. a lot, and things are finally hitting a sort of equilibrium. They tend to be ~3 minutes apart but I'm not...err..."changing" enough that they think I'm going into labor this week; this may just be the norm for the rest of the pregnancy. :( Problem is, that's only good for this week, next week might be a different story. Pretty unnerving when you go to your Dr. (who fortunately I trust completely) and with the doppler and measuring tape comes comments like,"Think you can make it 10 more weeks?" Umm, I'm barely at the start of 25 weeks, I don't like that math.
The good news? Well, baby is still moving well and doesn't appear to be in any kind of distress from all the contractions. Pinning he/she down with the doppler is still difficult since he/she is spinning around constantly. Baby still isn't head down, but transverse...a good thing since they're concerned the pressure of being head down might make my body go into active labor. At the 20 wk U/S baby sized a wee bit small, everything was proportional and functioning just...small, so we'll get to see he/she again in a few weeks. Meantime I'm supposed to do my best to beef he/she up ;) Sam was a small baby so likely we just make small babies, but better safe right? David has been awesome, he makes dinner when he gets home, cleans, exercises Sam since he's cooped up more often now, etc.
And Sam? Oh, sweet Sam. He's growing up so fast, although I think his imagination might be a little TOO strong. He has imaginary roads going all over the place that we can't sit/stand on or in the case of his bed cover with a blanket. Last night Bumblyburg (the town in the Larryboy cartoons) was in his mouth when we were brushing his teeth so he started crying since we were causing damage to it. Sigh. He has taken on the superhero persona of Larryboy, whose alter ego I suppose is Fireman Sam. Thomas the train is still a very good friend but we're running out of track room. He still is very regimented as to where his things go and remembering where EXACTLY he left them. Thomas ALWAYS has to be parked at the Bell Station just past the building but before the crossing; fire truck and taxi cab have to be parked, backwards, at the fire station on his mat. Sam has been very patient with Mommy too since I can't do a whole lot of active playing with him, but we read a lot and color/paint and I'll lay on his bed and watch him play trains or whatever. His current favorite book is "Bobby Bramble Loses His Brain." He's started to play tennis with Dad a little bit and is getting slightly more interested in balls, I still think we have a future runner/basketball/or soccer player...his favorite thing to do even still is just to run and run and run (which he/we call "whoodie whoodie's").
His vocabulary is also growing apace, he's dropping nearly all of his baby words now. Waffles aren't "awfuls" anymore and watermelon isn't "wi-high". He's also starting to have some crowding in his brain when he speaks and if he gets too excited will stutter a little bit. He's picked up some funny phrases like "I know it's funny but you have to stop that" and has all manner of goofy exclamations like calling people/things "silly sacks".
He's potty trained but for nap/nighttime and will put on his underwear in the morning and after his nap without being asked. For some reason the silly boy likes to wear both his underwear and shorts backwards. I asked him why this morning and he said, "because I like to." Well, at least he wears them. It could be worse. But for all his bigness he still tells me he likes/loves me all the time, gives kisses (mostly goat kisses) and hugs for free, holds hands and is as snuggly as he was when he was a baby.
The next few weeks will, in the interest of keeping the littlest one happy, be pretty uneventful. I've still been taking Sam to his Friday playgroup but that's really our only 'outing' during the week. We're due to move out of our apartment at the end of July. 4 years and 1 month after we moved in. Be praying for the baby to continue to grow and be safe (and stay in!), that we find the perfect place to move into (we're hoping to rent a house with a yard where boy and dog can whoodie whoodie to their hearts content), and that we/all of Texas get some serious rainfall as we're in a massive, oppressive, depressing drought.
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