Saturday, January 29, 2011
Words
Deven On a Car Ride
Me, "Deven do you see the trees?"
Deven, "TUUURRREEE."
Me, "Deven do you see the truck?"
Deven, "TUUURRRUUCK."
Me, "What color is the truck?"
Deven, "BLUUUUUUUE."
Me, "No silly the truck red!"
Deven, "BLUUUUUUUE."
Random...could be anywhere...car, grocery store, mall
Deven, "Busssss, bussss, bussss."
Deven, "Baball, baball."
Deven, "Apple, apple, apple."
Deven, "no bite."
Deven, "Miiiilch, juisssssse, water."
Me, "which one Deven?"
Deven, "Juissssse."
Deven, "Maaaiiil, Maaaiiil."
Bed Time
Me, "Bath Time."
Deven, "BAAA TIIIII"
Deven, "Bye bye bruuusshh [tooth brush]."
Deven, "baadie [blanket]."
Deven, "Ni Ni Daddo."
Deven, "Loooovvvve yooouuuuu."
Me, "Deven do you see the trees?"
Deven, "TUUURRREEE."
Me, "Deven do you see the truck?"
Deven, "TUUURRRUUCK."
Me, "What color is the truck?"
Deven, "BLUUUUUUUE."
Me, "No silly the truck red!"
Deven, "BLUUUUUUUE."
Random...could be anywhere...car, grocery store, mall
Deven, "Busssss, bussss, bussss."
Deven, "Baball, baball."
Deven, "Apple, apple, apple."
Deven, "no bite."
Deven, "Miiiilch, juisssssse, water."
Me, "which one Deven?"
Deven, "Juissssse."
Deven, "Maaaiiil, Maaaiiil."
Bed Time
Me, "Bath Time."
Deven, "BAAA TIIIII"
Deven, "Bye bye bruuusshh [tooth brush]."
Deven, "baadie [blanket]."
Deven, "Ni Ni Daddo."
Deven, "Loooovvvve yooouuuuu."
Green Lake
We have been headed down to Green Lake a lot lately for fun on Sunday's. Here are some fun pics of play time.
First Hockey Game
You would think I would have gotten more pics of this blessed event but this one is it. Our friends have season tickets to the Everett Silver Tips but couldn't make it the game 1/16. We decided to get an extra ticket and take Deven along. As you can see it was love at first sight. Whether he plays when he grows up or not, I bet he will love to watch. The game kept our little man's attention for at least a period. He loved all the cheering and dancing and kettle corn...some of his favorite things. We were able to run around the seats with him for another period and a half until he declared, "home." Which expanded we took to mean, "take me home before I get really tired." We obliged. I believe we are headed out again tomorrow evening 1/30 so we will see if our relative success at an organized sporting event was a fluke! Wish us luck!!
Friday, January 28, 2011
Too Much Information (TMI) ALERT: Nursing
So this is going to be one of those blogs for records sake - it may have too much information for some of you so if you prefer not to read just click the "next" button now.
Deven and I decided - well I decided - that it was time to wean. I am a little sad about it though. We've had a pretty successful experience if I don't say so myself.
Like I told all my girl friends I don't think it would have gone so well had it not been for Deven's love of all things food. That kid came out of the hatch/incision knowing exactly what to do. I am told this is rare so I am certainly counting my blessings. The first three months were rough - not gonna lie. What with eating every 1 to 2 hours I think it was just pure lack of sleep that started driving me mad. I only freaked out about 50 times though so only minimal damage to the good of the order. Nick was a trooper and learned quickly to lie about how well he slept or just not ask how well I slept.
My goals for nursing and going back to work were terrifying for me. I am pretty sure the only way I kept at it was that I took all my anxiety about not being at home with him and put it into being able to continue to nurse. So much was my focus that I became obsessed with not having to supplement with formula. Don't get me wrong, we still have two cans in the pantry if "just in case" had ever become a reality. I think the obsession also gave me a way to get through my transition (aka depression) back to work, nothing else really mattered but keeping my supply up for Deven.
My first goal was 6 months. There were some minor and major stresses along the way but my work was really supportive and thank goodness all my clients were Not For Profit organizations so they were all into "that sort of thing." Some of them even had nursing rooms but more often than not I was standing in a very cold bathroom trying to balance my Medela In Style on the sink. Oh and just so you know, Starbucks has an outlet in all their bathrooms...not just a coffee house!! I became a pro at lugging that thing around with me everywhere; I called it my appendage. Parking garages, side streets and random offices were no match for me.
We made my first goal, so I made a 9 month goal and then a 12 month goal. At our 12 month check up the doc told us it was a good time to start transitioning to cows milk. Given my afore mentioned obsession this didn't sit too well with me. However, Deven's school didn't allow bottles in the pre-toddler room and my loving husband seemed to think it was time to refocus some of my anxiety on other important things or maybe even get rid of the anxiety all together.
It took a few months for me to let go (yes I am a control freak) but around the same time Deven moved up to the pre-toddler room we decided there wasn't any reason to keep the supply up. Around 15 months our supply was gone and I was able to stop pumping with minimal discomfort. It was so weird but also a little freeing.
The last four months have been great. We nursed at night and on the weekends. This last month though Deven has been learning to use his words. One of his favorite words is milk...pronounced Miiiilch. A favorite word for the very reason you can imagine. Generally we don't have any odd moments but last week as we were roaming through target we passed the bra section, Deven points and says, Miiiilch. I thought to myself...hmmm...it may be time to finish the weaning process. I think I am ready for this...notice I'm trying to convince myself. I think I am ready but for some reason I feel guilty about being ready. Let's label this irrational behavior freak out #307...still a low number considering a 19 month long project.
This week I started reading the bedtime story in Nick's place. Most of the nights Deven completely forgot about nursing so it was easy. The other nights were a little rough; there may have been momma and Deven tears involved. So I have come to the conclusion that going cold turkey may not necessarily be the right answer...at least this week...either way though it has been one of the most rewarding "projects" that we have almost finished!!
Deven and I decided - well I decided - that it was time to wean. I am a little sad about it though. We've had a pretty successful experience if I don't say so myself.
Like I told all my girl friends I don't think it would have gone so well had it not been for Deven's love of all things food. That kid came out of the hatch/incision knowing exactly what to do. I am told this is rare so I am certainly counting my blessings. The first three months were rough - not gonna lie. What with eating every 1 to 2 hours I think it was just pure lack of sleep that started driving me mad. I only freaked out about 50 times though so only minimal damage to the good of the order. Nick was a trooper and learned quickly to lie about how well he slept or just not ask how well I slept.
My goals for nursing and going back to work were terrifying for me. I am pretty sure the only way I kept at it was that I took all my anxiety about not being at home with him and put it into being able to continue to nurse. So much was my focus that I became obsessed with not having to supplement with formula. Don't get me wrong, we still have two cans in the pantry if "just in case" had ever become a reality. I think the obsession also gave me a way to get through my transition (aka depression) back to work, nothing else really mattered but keeping my supply up for Deven.
My first goal was 6 months. There were some minor and major stresses along the way but my work was really supportive and thank goodness all my clients were Not For Profit organizations so they were all into "that sort of thing." Some of them even had nursing rooms but more often than not I was standing in a very cold bathroom trying to balance my Medela In Style on the sink. Oh and just so you know, Starbucks has an outlet in all their bathrooms...not just a coffee house!! I became a pro at lugging that thing around with me everywhere; I called it my appendage. Parking garages, side streets and random offices were no match for me.
We made my first goal, so I made a 9 month goal and then a 12 month goal. At our 12 month check up the doc told us it was a good time to start transitioning to cows milk. Given my afore mentioned obsession this didn't sit too well with me. However, Deven's school didn't allow bottles in the pre-toddler room and my loving husband seemed to think it was time to refocus some of my anxiety on other important things or maybe even get rid of the anxiety all together.
It took a few months for me to let go (yes I am a control freak) but around the same time Deven moved up to the pre-toddler room we decided there wasn't any reason to keep the supply up. Around 15 months our supply was gone and I was able to stop pumping with minimal discomfort. It was so weird but also a little freeing.
The last four months have been great. We nursed at night and on the weekends. This last month though Deven has been learning to use his words. One of his favorite words is milk...pronounced Miiiilch. A favorite word for the very reason you can imagine. Generally we don't have any odd moments but last week as we were roaming through target we passed the bra section, Deven points and says, Miiiilch. I thought to myself...hmmm...it may be time to finish the weaning process. I think I am ready for this...notice I'm trying to convince myself. I think I am ready but for some reason I feel guilty about being ready. Let's label this irrational behavior freak out #307...still a low number considering a 19 month long project.
This week I started reading the bedtime story in Nick's place. Most of the nights Deven completely forgot about nursing so it was easy. The other nights were a little rough; there may have been momma and Deven tears involved. So I have come to the conclusion that going cold turkey may not necessarily be the right answer...at least this week...either way though it has been one of the most rewarding "projects" that we have almost finished!!
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Let It Snow...
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Happy birthday Bubba!!
Luuuv youuuu,
Deven
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
18 month check up!
He was extra good for doctor Price and didn't seem to mind the shot one bit, which is unlike him but was much appreciated by Nick.
In fact Nick and D had such a good time Deven decided I should visit too. The next day
Deven's leg swelled up, got rock hard and at bright red in the area of the shot. Needless to say we took a little detour on our way home. Turned out all is well though and it was just an "inflammatory reaction." No medication needed!! Next check up isn't until he is 2! Crazy to even think about!!
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