It's been almost 4 months since any new teeth have made their appearance... or so I thought. I've been watching closely to the areas next to her existing teeth for the next ones to arrive. On several occasions, I thought for sure she must be cutting a tooth due to her drooling, constant sucking on things, fussiness, etc. So, when I stuck my finger into the back of her mouth this weekend and felt a little molar, I was pretty shocked. So, I checked the other sides, and sure enough, I felt 2 more molars. It never occurred to me that her teeth might come in out of order, or at least out of what I thought was the proper order for teeth to arrive. No wonder she's been able to eat increasingly hard and chewy foods. The little kiddo is slowly getting a mouthful.
And I can't resist to tell this humorous story about Sage. We were having some quality "girl time" yesterday as we went on a shopping spree at Old Navy. As I was looking at some clothes, she's standing over to the side admiring herself in a mirror, as she so often does. She's posing, and turning, and making faces at herself when I hear her say: "I'm so sexy." I said "YOU'RE SO WHAT? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" and she whispered "sexy." Believe me, I made sure she'll never use that word again for at least another 15 years. But, it was quite funny.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Weaning
I've begun the slow process of weaning Sienna. I'm just not producing as much milk as before. I'm hoping to drag it out for at least a month, that way I can still nurse her on our plane ride next month. If we make it until then, we will have accomplished 17 months of nursing. I was striving to make it to 18 months, but I'll take 17.
In other more interesting weaning news, I took Sage to her future school yesterday and I was watching her as she was playing on the playground. She'd stop to fidget with her undies, pick her nose without thinking twice, and eventually, began running around holding her crotch in attempt to not have to interrupt her playing for a potty break. I started thinking about her starting kindergarden, how she's going to fit in with the other kids, how the older kids might make fun of her, and I realized just how much we need to work on this summer before I ship her off to school. I still wipe her poopy butt, for God's sake. I still tell her to "be careful" 13 thousand times a minute, still remind her to use her napkin when she's eating, still kiss her boo-boos. What is she going to do without me? How is she going to survive this whole kindergarten thing? Who is going to take care of her and coddle her like a baby? I know, I know, it's time to cut the cord, and allow my 4 year old to....ghasp....grow up. I know she'll survive and I know she'll thrive (with a little prep work this summer), now if I can only convince myself that I'll survive. I guess I'm the one that needs some weaning.
In other more interesting weaning news, I took Sage to her future school yesterday and I was watching her as she was playing on the playground. She'd stop to fidget with her undies, pick her nose without thinking twice, and eventually, began running around holding her crotch in attempt to not have to interrupt her playing for a potty break. I started thinking about her starting kindergarden, how she's going to fit in with the other kids, how the older kids might make fun of her, and I realized just how much we need to work on this summer before I ship her off to school. I still wipe her poopy butt, for God's sake. I still tell her to "be careful" 13 thousand times a minute, still remind her to use her napkin when she's eating, still kiss her boo-boos. What is she going to do without me? How is she going to survive this whole kindergarten thing? Who is going to take care of her and coddle her like a baby? I know, I know, it's time to cut the cord, and allow my 4 year old to....ghasp....grow up. I know she'll survive and I know she'll thrive (with a little prep work this summer), now if I can only convince myself that I'll survive. I guess I'm the one that needs some weaning.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
What's new with Sage?
Oh, Sagey poo. She's seriously one crazy little lady. Her sense of humor totally cracks me up. We'll be in the middle of a semi-serious conversation and she'll suddenly start "cackling" like a duck just to lighten the mood.
When it's time for me to say good-bye, whether in person or on the phone, we have this 5 minute back and forth about how much we love each other. She'll say: "I love you as much as a mountain" or "I love you a million, gazillion, catrillion" and my favorite was "I love you almost as much as I love carebears" though I'm happy to report that within the past week it has changed to "I love you even more than I love carebears." I'm glad I'm moving up the love ladder :)
She finished pre-k last month and had a little graduation ceremony. They sang several songs that they had learned all year and even performed "God Bless America" in sign language. It's amazing to see how much she's changed in the past year. She can read and write several words including "Sage, mom, dad, cat, dog, love and Sienna". We're working on our last name, address, and telephone number. Most impressive to me, is how social she has become. She is seriously loved and adored by everyone who meets her. All the little kids want to be her friends and she's even come home talking about a little boy that wants to be her boyfriend (ACK!-no way in hell).
She started ballet last week and I think she's a natural. She's so graceful on her feet and so enthusiastic to learn. She came home practicing her new skills and was so excited that she's "a real ballerina now." Besides being a ballerina, she's also a princess. Seriously. She'll even tell you that you can either call her "Sage or Princess Sage." And Lord knows she acts like a princess. She'll only wear dresses these days, and almost always changes about 5-10 times a day. Yesterday on my way home I was asking her about her day and what she had done: "I played dress up. I changed my clothes. Then I changed again. And again. And again. Oh, mom, then I changed again." And Sage the Princess is super excited about getting to meet some real princesses at Disney next month. But, I must say that I'm a little nervous about taking the little monster (Sienna that is) on a plane.
Hm, what else? Oh yes, church. Did I already write about this? Sage and I have been attending church every week since the beginning of the year and the discussions that have resulted are amazing. I think I need to talk to my dad or at least pull out my bible and give myself a little refresher course. I never knew a youngster could come up with such adult questions (Why did Jesus die on the cross? How does God know who I am? How come I can't see God? What color is God? Why is God a man and not a woman? What is heaven going to be like?). May not sound too complicated but each question is followed by about 15 more questions to which I have no answers. They should really have a hotline for parents to call when they can't seem to conjure up a good response to their kids' questions.
I'm sure there's plenty more updates I could relay, but considering I've started this post about 15 times and never completed it, I should probably hit "publish now" and call it a day :)
When it's time for me to say good-bye, whether in person or on the phone, we have this 5 minute back and forth about how much we love each other. She'll say: "I love you as much as a mountain" or "I love you a million, gazillion, catrillion" and my favorite was "I love you almost as much as I love carebears" though I'm happy to report that within the past week it has changed to "I love you even more than I love carebears." I'm glad I'm moving up the love ladder :)
She finished pre-k last month and had a little graduation ceremony. They sang several songs that they had learned all year and even performed "God Bless America" in sign language. It's amazing to see how much she's changed in the past year. She can read and write several words including "Sage, mom, dad, cat, dog, love and Sienna". We're working on our last name, address, and telephone number. Most impressive to me, is how social she has become. She is seriously loved and adored by everyone who meets her. All the little kids want to be her friends and she's even come home talking about a little boy that wants to be her boyfriend (ACK!-no way in hell).
She started ballet last week and I think she's a natural. She's so graceful on her feet and so enthusiastic to learn. She came home practicing her new skills and was so excited that she's "a real ballerina now." Besides being a ballerina, she's also a princess. Seriously. She'll even tell you that you can either call her "Sage or Princess Sage." And Lord knows she acts like a princess. She'll only wear dresses these days, and almost always changes about 5-10 times a day. Yesterday on my way home I was asking her about her day and what she had done: "I played dress up. I changed my clothes. Then I changed again. And again. And again. Oh, mom, then I changed again." And Sage the Princess is super excited about getting to meet some real princesses at Disney next month. But, I must say that I'm a little nervous about taking the little monster (Sienna that is) on a plane.
Hm, what else? Oh yes, church. Did I already write about this? Sage and I have been attending church every week since the beginning of the year and the discussions that have resulted are amazing. I think I need to talk to my dad or at least pull out my bible and give myself a little refresher course. I never knew a youngster could come up with such adult questions (Why did Jesus die on the cross? How does God know who I am? How come I can't see God? What color is God? Why is God a man and not a woman? What is heaven going to be like?). May not sound too complicated but each question is followed by about 15 more questions to which I have no answers. They should really have a hotline for parents to call when they can't seem to conjure up a good response to their kids' questions.
I'm sure there's plenty more updates I could relay, but considering I've started this post about 15 times and never completed it, I should probably hit "publish now" and call it a day :)
Thursday, May 28, 2009
A sweet Sage story
Preface: Sage is totally addicted to carebears. She's got at least 65 of the things and they are her prized possession.
The other evening I was called to an ER to evaluate a little 10 year who was suicidal/homocidal. I was telling Sage bye and here's how our conversations went:
Sage: "Why do you have to go?"
me: "Because there's a little kid that needs my help?"
Sage: "Why do they need your help?"
me: "I'm not sure. I'll find out when I get there."
Sage: "Is the kid a boy or a girl?"
me: "a girl"
Sage: "What's her name?"
me: "Sally" (not her real name)
Sage: "okay well hang on" and she runs off. A minute later she returns with one of her carebears
Sage: "Give this to Sally. It will make her feel better. She will be less sad and less frustrated"
The other evening I was called to an ER to evaluate a little 10 year who was suicidal/homocidal. I was telling Sage bye and here's how our conversations went:
Sage: "Why do you have to go?"
me: "Because there's a little kid that needs my help?"
Sage: "Why do they need your help?"
me: "I'm not sure. I'll find out when I get there."
Sage: "Is the kid a boy or a girl?"
me: "a girl"
Sage: "What's her name?"
me: "Sally" (not her real name)
Sage: "okay well hang on" and she runs off. A minute later she returns with one of her carebears
Sage: "Give this to Sally. It will make her feel better. She will be less sad and less frustrated"
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
What's new with the baby?
I've been wanting to write some new posts with updates on the girls but I keep putting it off since I don't have access to pictures at work, and when I'm at home I don't want to waste that much time on the computer. Basically, I've been making excuses, so here goes:
Sienna is coming up on her 15 month birthday. She has a total of 6 teeth (no new ones since right after her 1 year birthday), she is walking and running like a pro and just the other day started spinning in circles (imitating her big sister as she twirls in her dresses). She LOVES to climb on every and any thing. Yesterday I heard her giggling to herself and when I walked in the room she was standing on top of Sage's sit-and-ride toy (which has wheels obviously, and could have very easily have gone flying out from under her). When I saw her and ghasped out loud as I jumped to her rescue, she just giggled some more. She is such a little stinker and purposely does things she knows she's not supposed to. For example, she loves to stand on her little recliner chair but as soon as I shoot her "the look" she sits down real quick, only to stand right back up as soon as I'm not looking. A couple weeks ago, she fell right off that chair while standing on it, getting lodged, upside down with her feet straight in the air, between the chair and a box of toys beside it. She whined a bit and then stood right back up on the chair. She's one tough cookie. She fell the other day while outside playing and jumped right back up. A little bit later I realized that her finger was bleeding pretty good. Sage said "If I had that boo boo I definitely would have cried." But not the baby.
She's doing really well her eating of solids and I'm hoping she's gone up a little bit on the growth chart. We'll find out on the 27th when she goes in for her 15 month appt. I know she'll always be little (lucky genetics that we have) but the Dr got me all paranoid about her growth curve. She's still breastfeeding like a champ and I don't see that ending any time soon, despite all the experts in her life that keep saying "oh, I think she's ready to wean." I think I'll be the judge of that, thank you very much.
We had her dedicated at church on Mother's Day and it was very special for all of us. Our pastor described her as "very colorful"; and oh how right he is. That reframing has really helped me deal with some of her temper tantrums and other 'not-so-perfect' moments. She definitely has a personality on her and she's not afraid to let me, or anyone else for that matter, know exactly what's on her mind.
Her vocabulary is coming along, albeit a little slowly. She comprehends almost everything we say and will shake her head "no" and "yes" in response to questions and is able to articulate her needs with pointing, grunts and growls, but she really only has a few words (peek-boo, mama, dada, bath, kitkat, baby, and Drew swears she said hi the other day). I'll be talking to her pediatrician about that as well. She's probably right on task, but I unintentionally compare her to Sage who did everything way early. Bad mommy, I know. Each child is different.
Oh, what else? She absolutely positively adores her big sister. She'll follow Sage around, wants to snuggle in bed with her, wants to wear her clothes, and play with her toys. It's so incredibly cool to watch the bond between them. I think they're both so lucky to have each other and I look forward to watching them grow older together.
Okay, enough for now. I'm really going to try to write more specific posts about what the girls are doing and how they're changing. I want to be able to print these posts one day and add them to their baby books.
Pictures and a post on big sis is to follow...
Sienna is coming up on her 15 month birthday. She has a total of 6 teeth (no new ones since right after her 1 year birthday), she is walking and running like a pro and just the other day started spinning in circles (imitating her big sister as she twirls in her dresses). She LOVES to climb on every and any thing. Yesterday I heard her giggling to herself and when I walked in the room she was standing on top of Sage's sit-and-ride toy (which has wheels obviously, and could have very easily have gone flying out from under her). When I saw her and ghasped out loud as I jumped to her rescue, she just giggled some more. She is such a little stinker and purposely does things she knows she's not supposed to. For example, she loves to stand on her little recliner chair but as soon as I shoot her "the look" she sits down real quick, only to stand right back up as soon as I'm not looking. A couple weeks ago, she fell right off that chair while standing on it, getting lodged, upside down with her feet straight in the air, between the chair and a box of toys beside it. She whined a bit and then stood right back up on the chair. She's one tough cookie. She fell the other day while outside playing and jumped right back up. A little bit later I realized that her finger was bleeding pretty good. Sage said "If I had that boo boo I definitely would have cried." But not the baby.
She's doing really well her eating of solids and I'm hoping she's gone up a little bit on the growth chart. We'll find out on the 27th when she goes in for her 15 month appt. I know she'll always be little (lucky genetics that we have) but the Dr got me all paranoid about her growth curve. She's still breastfeeding like a champ and I don't see that ending any time soon, despite all the experts in her life that keep saying "oh, I think she's ready to wean." I think I'll be the judge of that, thank you very much.
We had her dedicated at church on Mother's Day and it was very special for all of us. Our pastor described her as "very colorful"; and oh how right he is. That reframing has really helped me deal with some of her temper tantrums and other 'not-so-perfect' moments. She definitely has a personality on her and she's not afraid to let me, or anyone else for that matter, know exactly what's on her mind.
Her vocabulary is coming along, albeit a little slowly. She comprehends almost everything we say and will shake her head "no" and "yes" in response to questions and is able to articulate her needs with pointing, grunts and growls, but she really only has a few words (peek-boo, mama, dada, bath, kitkat, baby, and Drew swears she said hi the other day). I'll be talking to her pediatrician about that as well. She's probably right on task, but I unintentionally compare her to Sage who did everything way early. Bad mommy, I know. Each child is different.
Oh, what else? She absolutely positively adores her big sister. She'll follow Sage around, wants to snuggle in bed with her, wants to wear her clothes, and play with her toys. It's so incredibly cool to watch the bond between them. I think they're both so lucky to have each other and I look forward to watching them grow older together.
Okay, enough for now. I'm really going to try to write more specific posts about what the girls are doing and how they're changing. I want to be able to print these posts one day and add them to their baby books.
Pictures and a post on big sis is to follow...
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