Watch What You Say

I was going out yesterday to go do some shopping at Costco while Kindra stayed home with the kids (The Girl had just woken up, Colin was sleeping) when Danica asked me where I was headed. Thinking I was being cute while attempting to keep her from coming with me, I told her I was going to get a bear.

The Girl (eyes wide): “A big bear?”

Dad: “Maybe.”

TG (a little worried): “I don’t like big bears. I want a little bear.”

D: “I’ll see what I can do.”

TG: “I just like little bears.” (Holds up thumb and forefinger showing just how small a bear).

I thought it was pretty funny, especially since she reminded me to get her a little bear as I was leaving the apartment. It got funnier when I received this text message from Kindra as I was driving:

You’d better come home with a little bear! Daddy going to bring me a wittle bear! I going to show my bear my apron. Is it a talking bear? I going to feed my bear my applesauce.

Heh.

And no, I did not show up with a little bear. I almost went to Target to get her one, but had too many other errands to run. When I got home, Danica asked where her bear was, but I told her I couldn’t get one, and she dropped the whole subject. *Whew.*

I know… I dodged at HUGE bullet. It’s kinda strange, because she’s been super sensitive recently and will cry at the drop of a hat. Double *whew.*

It's Just a Flesh Wound

Okay, let’s get this out there because I knew a lot of you would be asking about this photo:

I really just wanted to get a shot of Colin because he’s turned into a TV zombie, just like his sister and father (totally our fault, and I feel like a crappy parent for letting it happen, but that’s another story). Anyway, it wasn’t until after I posted the photo that I even remembered he had a bandage on his arm, so here’s the story to put an end to most of the questions...

We’re not quite sure how it happened, but Colin ended up scraping/bruising the crook of his elbow. We think it’s from him trying to reach between the bars of his crib to touch the clock radio we have on the end of the couch in his room, but aren’t quite sure. Regardless, it got relatively bad so we slapped some Neosporin on it and covered it up. He’s fine now.

The bandage is a little out of proportion for him, but we needed something that would stay on. It’s the same size as one of the ones you would use to cover up a large scrape on your knee. Personally, the first time Kindra put it on him, I thought he looked tough - like he was wearing an elbow pad. Heh.

Oh, and to point out the one you guys didn’t catch, he has a band-aid on his left ankle because he’s had an usual case of eczema that gets irritated and cracked for a long time. We’ve asked our pediatrician about it, but she insists it’s just eczema, but we’ve been treating it with Neosporin. We’ll be consulting another doctor soon about it.

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In other more amusing Colin news, he hasn’t picked up that much sign language as of yet, but he has developed his own sign over the last couple of weeks. If he’s going to do something that he shouldn’t be doing, and you call to him to tell him “no,” he’ll look at you, hold out his hand palm up and wave it back-and-forth. It’s his acknowledgement that he knows you’re telling him to stop doing what he’s doing, but most of the time he just does his little judo-chop/pseudo-wave, and then returns to what he was doing.

In Sickness and In Health

Unfortunately, we’re in the sickness… Danica’s been fighting what seems to be a sinus infection for about three weeks, and Colin seems to have picked it up over the past few days. We took Danica to the doctor a couple of weeks ago to get her checked out and were given a prescription for an antibiotic. It was a mild drug, so it didn’t quite do the job (obviously).



Fortunately, we had an appointment scheduled for Colin yesterday, so we took them both in to get them looked at. We have a new prescription for a stronger antibiotic, so hopefully that will knock the darn thing out.

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Colin had his regular check-up yesterday as well, measuring in at 29¼ inches and 20 pounds, 6 ounces (rough estimate, since he wouldn’t sit still on the scale). He’s on the big side for his age (barely), which is a bit surprising, though Danica was the same way. As for his weight, he’s leaned out a little and so is on the low side.

His weight drop is most likely due to the fact that he doesn’t eat baby food anymore. Ever since he got a taste of “real” food, he won’t eat the baby stuff anymore. Danica was exactly the same way. *sigh*

The Boy’s picked up some tricks over the past couple of weeks. He waves at pretty much everybody, will clap when you tell him, “Good job!”, and has learned to throw his hands up over his head when you tell him he’s “soooo big!” His mobility’s increased as well – though he still tends to do the worm to get around, he’s picked up actual crawling in the past week or so, and will pull himself up on the couch and scoot around.

He’s really into exploring new things, which is a nice way of saying that he doesn’t like to play with his toys for very long by himself. He’ll usually end up crawling out of the living room area and down our hallway or into our kitchen to see what’s going on. However, it is fun to see him try to put Lego blocks together or see how things fit inside other things. It’s also a nuisance to have him poking around with the DVD player all the time. At least he isn’t into the DVD boxes like Danica was.

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The house is coming up on Week 8 since we started talking about it, about Week 6 since they said they were going to lay the foundation. It’s got a frame up, which took about a week-and-a-half, and is pretty crazy to see in person. And though it is exciting, please stop being so excited for us, because we have to wait it out for a few months before we can move in.