Taking Stock at Boop’s Week 34. 9-12-12

Here’s what’s happening at Boop’s Week 34:

• We missed week 33 due to a trip to see family. Hopefully, I can get caught up—try to remember what’s been going on these past 2 weeks.
• Boop is balancing on her legs. She’s getting so strong. I put her hands on the little table at daycare today, and she just stood there for a little while. I held my hands out in case she fell over, but she didn’t need them. She flopped down when her legs gave out, but it wasn’t too bad.
• Winnie is getting a little less fearful of the baby, I think. Maybe it’s just that she wants my attention and is braving the baby to get to me. Either way, Boop loves seeing her puppy. A few weeks ago, I thought she said WeeWee, but I haven’t really heard it again. I sat looking at her a couple of days ago and said it over and over. She tried then, but it wasn’t as close as before.
• Work is pretty intense. Some days I wonder how I will get it all done. It’s hard to do much when I get home. I hate leaving her at the daycare for very long. So, it gets a bit tricky.
• Boop had a terrible diaper rash today, bless her heart. Bright red! And she was so upset when she came home and I changed her diaper. I let her go without a diaper for a little while today. They had two substitutes today. Both of her teachers were out :( Of course, this would be my late day.

I know it won’t be long. 9-2-12

My helper at work

It won’t be long until simply pushing the cell phone a few inches won’t be out of your reach.

It won’t be long until those shaky legs will be planted firmly in front of one another, and your world will become smaller.

It won’t be long until those fuzzy, tiny curled up hairs on the back of your head will become big curly locks to complement your crystal blue eyes.

It won’t be long until we’ll have to put away your pretty size 9 and 12 month summer dresses to trade them in for larger, warmer winter clothes.

It won’t be long until the song that only you know of Ayy-yay-ee-ay will become ‘E,I,E,I,O’s’ and ‘B*I*N*G*O’s’.

It won’t be long until we’ll see your first tooth, and you will be able to have your first Cheerios.

It won’t be long until you’ll stop pulling out handfuls of Mommy’s hair and be able to blow her kisses.

It won’t be long until you’ll be able to say Grandma’s name, figure out who she is, and use that to get everything that your mommy won’t let you have.

It won’t be long until you can tell mommy if you’re hurting and where, and she can stop wracking her brain to keep you from being in pain.

It won’t be long until you can figure out how to wrap me around that little finger that you use to hold mine, even more than you do now!

Getting Here. 8-31-12‏

I'm not as obsessive about the blog as I used to be. Some of that is due to me being at this for so long, but mostly it's because I don't have time. Boop's hands are all over the place; she likes to 'help' me type. Sometimes, she just does a full-on belly-flop onto my laptop. Or I'm just going about the general business of being a mommy. So, it's been challenging for me to get the blog posts out. Obviously, the hospital stay was a setback for a number of reasons.

Teething?

This brings me to something that surprised me a bit. I did happen to check the stats of the blog recently. I'm always curious about Boop's viewership, and I totally did not expect to have so many viewers in Mexico and Russia :) There were many Hispanic/Latin viewers in South America, too. Maybe it was my post on Cielito Lindo and my botched translation. It's always fun to see who is looking at the blog. 


However, there was something that concerned me a bit, and I will share it with you. I looked at the 'referral' sites that sent folks to Boop's website. One was a pornographic website. I didn't stay long enough to figure out if there was a potential link to our little blog. Maybe it was just a coincidence or some problem with the site. Nonetheless, I hope that you will keep Boop and my safety in mind. Should there be anything untoward about us on the world wide web, I hope you will do us the favor of informing us. We haven't participated in such websites, nor do we wish to. I don't want to dwell on this too much, as I know the vast majority of folks are decent and reasonable. And clearly, much good has come to us through this little blog. So, I'll just assume it was a temporary glitch.

We're Ba-ack!

Boop, Winnie, and I went on a little whirlwind trip, but we're back and will post soon :)

Happy Labor Day!

Boop wearing her frilly skirt, waiting for Mommy to get ready for work

My Next Meal. 8-31-12

I got home from the hospital and thought, "What am I going to eat?" Fortunately, I still had a few things that hadn't spoiled while I was in the hospital. Plus, I have a freezer full of frozen dinners.

This is one definite thing I will miss about the hospital. When I arrived, they gave me a menu, and I could just call down to the kitchen and tell them what I wanted to eat. Because I was breastfeeding it was all free. It was such a relief not to have to worry about feeding myself while there. I definitely did not want to leave Boop there alone while I went to the cafeteria. She would have completely freaked out! And I would have had to ask them to take her ankle thing <kind of like baby LoJack> off to take her out of the Peds area. The food was pretty good. They used a lot of that special ingredient called Ididn'thavetocookit, that made everything especially flavorful.


Don't get me wrong, I like to cook, but it's really been a challenge. #1 Boop doesn't have the patience for me to cook and #2 The things I normally cook are not good for nursing <I miss Thai simmer sauces!>. I have a few stand-by dinners these days. I eat a lot of gnocchi and a lot of bread with Biscoff spread--no peanuts, no chocolate. I remind myself that this is but a short time, and Boop needs all of the advantages with all of those awful antibiotics. 

101, 103, 104. 8-26-12

It looks like another day in the hospital. I’m waiting for the Andy Griffith marathon on TVLand at 12:30pm and for a response to an email request for help watching Boop while I get my books for class tomorrow. If I don’t hear anything soon, I’ll go ahead and call someone. I’m doubting folks have checked email, yet.

It was a long night. I didn’t even try to put Boop in jail—er, the crib they have. We both slept in the little recliner. The fun started about 1am. They came in to check her vitals. Over 103 degrees. Tylenol. 101. Motrin. Finally below 100. Each time they were waking her and taking her temp rectally. Poor baby.  

So, we get a few hours of drug- induced fever-free periods.