It's been a rough couple of weeks around here, but everyone is finally feeling better. Since I had a four-day break over Memorial Day weekend (thanks to an off-Friday and the Monday holiday), of course I got sick on Thursday night. Thanks a lot babies. I can't wait until they start going to daycare and school and bring home all those super-germs. It's going to be awesome. Anyway, here's a recap of our sick weekend.
Shae's parents drove down on Friday, so we spent the day straightening up and resting. Of course, the babies were still sick so they didn't make cleaning very easy. My sore throat and body aches didn't help either. Other than that, Friday wasn't very exciting. Tom and Grace finally got into town just in time to go to bed.
Saturday was international blacksmiths day (everyone knew that, right?), so Tom and Grace spent a good portion of the day up at the tractor museum in Vista doing blacksmith stuff. I was very disappointed I had to stay home with Shae and the kiddos. Super disappointed. Shae, the babies, and myself all weren't feeling super so we just kind of rested and relaxed most of the day.
After the grandparents got back from the exciting tractor museum, we put the kids down to sleep, grabbed some dinner, and then Shae and I pawned the baby-sitting duties off and got out of the house for a bit. It's been so long since the two of us have been able to get away on a "date" that we were really excited to get away long enough to see a movie. We met up with Chris and Patty at the theater and spent a couple of hours watching Star Trek. Spaceships, explosions, and (best of all) no babies. It was great to get a few baby-free hours, and we both really liked the movie. Good times.
The plan for Sunday was to spend some time at the zoo, but something was going on at Balboa Park and the traffic was crazy so we gave up on that idea. Instead, we decided to go over to Fort Rosecrans Cemetery where Grace's parents and sister are buried. In honor of Memorial Day, there were flags setup by all of the headstones so Shae took some pictures. Shae and I were both feeling pretty crappy Sunday, so we took it easy the rest of the day.
Monday, Grace fired up the smoker and cooked several chickens and some ribs. While the meat was smoking, we took care of a few projects around the house. Tom and I (mostly Tom) finally put the doors on our hall closet (they look great), Tom setup our table saw, and Shae and I installed a new deadbolt and knob on our back door. We even found time to give Lunchbox a bath and let him play with the water for a while. Eventually, the food was ready and Chris and Patty came over to enjoy some smoked meat and some beer. It was a nice laid back Memorial Day.
The next day was not so nice. For starters, I guess I overdid it on Monday because I felt like crap when I woke up on Tuesday. Of course, there were some major issues at work to take care of so I had to go in for a few hours to take care of them. Even worse, something was very wrong with Lunchbox. Monday night he was not himself and Shae and her dad decided they probably needed to take him to the vet on Tuesday. By Tuesday morning something was definitely wrong with LB and he was clearly in pain. Normally, when the alarm goes off LB jumps around like crazy until I get up and then he sprints out to his bowl for breakfast (with lots of peeling out and slipping on the hard-wood floor along the way). Tuesday morning, however, he was really lethargic (he still made his way out his bowl and ate breakfast of course, he's still a lab). Shae and I were both really worried, and we decided LB had to go to the vet when they opened. I had to leave for work so I didn't see it myself, but apparently Lunchbox started trembling like crazy and Shae and her dad were both worried and decided he had to go see the vet ASAP. They took him in, and after examining him the vet decided it was most likely some sort of muscle injury (probably hurt when we were playing in the water). She gave the Box a painkiller shot and sent Shae home with some doggy-profen to give him for the next few days.
When I got home from work around noon, we had a house full of sickos. Shae and I were sitting on the couch feeling like crap, the babies were still sick and fussy, and LB was laying around drugged and sore. Everyone was still under the weather on Wednesday and I stayed home and rested. By Thursday the babies, the Box, and I were feeling better (Shae still wasn't super), and by Friday everyone was pretty much back to normal. The babies still have runny noses, but they don't seem to be feeling sick like they were before.
That's about it for the Memorial Day weekend recap. I'm going to try to write a few short posts a week rather than only writing about one post every couple of weeks. For some reason, the babies don't like to give me time to write out these posts. Maybe I can even convince LB to write a few more posts.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Probin'
Well, last night it happened: we finally had to stick a thermometer up a baby's ass. We've been able to avoid the ram & read for the past seven months, but out luck finally ran our. When I got home from work the babies were sleeping, but when I picked up Jack after his nap he was burning up. He was red and fussy, and even after some Tylenol he was still too warm. By bedtime we had no choice; we had to go find the thermometer and get a reading.
Of course, we don't have a 10-second anal analyzer so we were going to have to keep this thing up Jack's pooper for about a minute. Yay! After a short argument over who was going to hold baby boy's feet and who had to hold the thermometer (I won), I grabbed the feet, Shae lubed up the rump reader, and Jack got an unpleasant surprise. About a minute of discomfort later (Jack was very brave) the thermometer beeped and the readout told us Jack's had a fever (100.4). Even though Shae was slightly traumatized, there wasn't much we could do last night so we put the babies to bed. A few hours later we retook Jack's temperature and his fever was gone. By this morning, Jack was back to smiling and laughing. I guess we did good work.
I think Jack was a little traumatized by the probing experience. Even though he didn't feel as warm this morning, Shae wanted to take his temp just to make sure he was doing fine. Jack disagreed. Just as Shae was about to give him another jolt, he defended himself the best way he can: he peed on his mom. That should teach her to think twice before trying that again.
A few updates:
Of course, we don't have a 10-second anal analyzer so we were going to have to keep this thing up Jack's pooper for about a minute. Yay! After a short argument over who was going to hold baby boy's feet and who had to hold the thermometer (I won), I grabbed the feet, Shae lubed up the rump reader, and Jack got an unpleasant surprise. About a minute of discomfort later (Jack was very brave) the thermometer beeped and the readout told us Jack's had a fever (100.4). Even though Shae was slightly traumatized, there wasn't much we could do last night so we put the babies to bed. A few hours later we retook Jack's temperature and his fever was gone. By this morning, Jack was back to smiling and laughing. I guess we did good work.
I think Jack was a little traumatized by the probing experience. Even though he didn't feel as warm this morning, Shae wanted to take his temp just to make sure he was doing fine. Jack disagreed. Just as Shae was about to give him another jolt, he defended himself the best way he can: he peed on his mom. That should teach her to think twice before trying that again.
A few updates:
- My guess at the cause of Jack's fever was that his teeth were finally coming in. Ella already has three and he doesn't have any so I figured it was time. So it makes perfect sense that Ella has a new tooth this morning and Jack doesn't. So Ella leads the tooth race 4-0.
- Speaking of 4-0, that's the current "score" in our war against the rodents. About two weeks after deploying the WMRs (Weapons of Mass Rodent-struction, AKA D-CON), Shae found three more dead mouse-warriors. Counting the one we got with the trap a couple of months back we've taken out at least four of the little bastards now. It seems to be working because we haven't heard any scurrying up in the attic lately. I'm sure they're just plotting their next attack. Of course, the mice got the last laugh. They may have died, but I was the one who had to to dispose of their maggot infested carcasses. I'd almost rather have them making a ruckus up in the attic than have to pick that crap up again. Gross.
- The babies had their 7-month checkup on Tuesday. They're both doing fine. A few highlights:
- The babies growth-rate has really slowed down. Ella was 15lbs 8oz and Jack was 16lbs 5ozs. Basically, in three months they both put on about a pound-and-a-half. I guess this is pretty normal since they are both still about average according the the chart the doc showed us.
- Ella is still a very tall girl (90th percentile...she must get her height from her mom). Jack's height is still right about at the average. He would have been a lot taller if they counted the height of his faux-hawk.
- The expectations for the babies get higher every visit. Last time everyone was impressed that they drooled. This time, no one cared how good they were at drooling (Ella is a superstar drooler); the doc wanted to know about their sitting, rolling, "talking", etc. I guess it's kind of like school where not pissing on the floor is a big deal in kindergarten, but by the higher grades you have to do math and stuff (Note: this comment is based on kindergarten when I was a kid, not the crazy requirements now where kindergarten students do algebra and calculus). Actually, I think teachers at every level are happy if the students don't piss on the floor. Maybe it's not the same at all.
- Another visit, another round of shots for the babies. That part gets tougher every time because the babies are more aware of the pain as they get older. Especially Jack. He's our sensitive little boy.
- Last weekend my mom came down to visit for Mother's Day. It was a short visit, but we squeezed in a trip to the zoo, some pictures at Balboa Park, and we took in the Bodies exhibit that is currently at one of the Balboa Park museums. Oh, and lots of baby time. It was a very nice visit.
Monday, May 4, 2009
An Update From The Box
I've decided that I'm tired of letting the humans write my posts for me, so I decided to get my own account and take care of things myself. It's only fitting since I'm such a grown up dog now (2 years old!). I've got my own email address (lbthedog@gmail.com), and I'm even on Twitter (http://twitter.com/lbthedog). I'm quite the Web 2.0 puppy (I guess that makes me "Lunchbx").
This weekend was the big yard sale in my 'hood. For the humans this means lots of sunscreen and shopping. For me, it just means a super long walk. Last year was crazy. It was really hot and there were humans everywhere. Cars were parked on the median, and on every curb. There were so many crotches to sniff! Of course, Mommy still had babies inside her (the good old days as I call them) so we had to take lots of breaks. This year it was a lot cooler and there weren't as many humans.
After the humans finally got out of bed and fed me and the babies, it was time to go on our walk. I was so excited about the yard sales that I grabbed a $5 bill out of my private stash (I'll never tell where it is) and brought it to Mommy to buy me stuff. Of course, we couldn't just go walk. I threw on my pirate outfit (you never know who you might meet at the yard sale, gotta impress the bitches (I can say that, I'm a dog)) and was ready to go, but the human babies take forever to leave. They had to have cute outfits, hats, sunscreen, bottles, and everything else the humans could find. Those little things sure are a lot of work. It's bad enough when they wake me up at night, but getting in the way of my walk is completely unacceptable. Anyway, eventually all of the humans were ready and it was finally time to go out and get our walk on.
Since my human parents don't trim my toenails often enough, it's a little tough to type everything up so I'll just skip to the highlights. We walked all over the area and saw tons of humans and even some other dogs. Apparently the humans didn't find anything they liked, because they didn't buy anything but some breakfast burritos (they spent my $5 and didn't even give me any, totally not fair). I got to play a little with a Wiemariener (any idea how hard that is for a dog to spell?) at one of the houses, but we had to leave before the W and I started breaking stuff. The craziest thing I saw was two dogs being walked in strollers like the human babies. Why would the dogs agree to that? What's the point of going on a walk if you don't, you know, walk? Some dogs are lame. You won't catch me riding in a stroller. Mommy's ankle has been acting up lately, so we had to cut our stroll short (if an hour-and-a-half is short). I was so tired when we finally got home, so I pretty much napped the rest of the day. I can't wait until next year's yard sale.
The humans want to use the laptop so I guess I better wrap this up and go get some water. Typing is a lot of work. I'm exhausted. Time for a nap.
Monday, April 27, 2009
2 Years
Tomorrow is April 28th, which means it's been two years to the day since Lunchbox was born. There was something about a wedding on that day, too. While it's easy to see LB is only two-years-old (he seems more like six-months), it's hard to believe that a couple of years ago Shae and I weren't married. Two years ago I didn't really expect to have one kid by now, much less two. Nevertheless, here we are. Quite a couple of years.I've been pretty swamped between work and home lately, so I hadn't noticed it has been almost three weeks since the last post. I guess that means it's time for an update on how things are going around here.
The babies are doing great. They keep growing, and their personalities keep developing like crazy. They aren't crawling yet, but Ella's close and they both roll enough to end up across the room if you take your eyes off them for a second. A couple of weeks ago Shae took the little ones with her up to Lockwood for a week, and it was hard to believe how different they were when they got back. They're on a pretty good schedule lately, and are sleeping through about half the time now (Or so I've been told. Shae quiets them down so quick I don't even hear them).
Lunchbox is doing his thing. As much as he acts annoyed by the new additions, he loves his babies and missed them when they were gone. Even though he got taken on lots of extra walks and got tons of attention (funny how that works when there are no babies around), he was a little depressed while they were gone. Every morning after breakfast he would run into the baby-room to see if they were there, go check Shae's side of the bed, look at me with a sad puppy-look, and then go plop and his bed and pout until he got put out for the day. He was VERY happy to get the rest of his family back. Almost as happy as Ella was to see him. Seriously, she might be a little too into her dog; she loves him more than she loves either of her parents.
Shae's doing fine too. She's back on one of her photography kicks, so she's been playing with our cameras and taking tons of pictures. That would be fine, except then she wants me to look at them. "That's a nice picture of a window." "Good picture of the door there." "Oooh, that's a great shot of a window and a door." Repeat. Oh, and somewhere in between taking pictures she finds time to take care of the kiddos.
As for me, I'm doing fine. Work is a little crazy lately, but everything is pretty good. I took over as the lead of our web team, so now instead of doing any real work I spend all of my time answering email and preparing PowerPoint briefs. Fun. It would be nice to be able to do some development occasionally, but overall things are going pretty well at work.
That brings us to the Great Rodent War of 2009. Since our last update, things haven't changed much. We don't have any more casualties to report, but we've deployed the weapons of mass rodent-struction (AKA D-Con) up in the attic and are just waiting on the little mice to eat themselves to death. Don't worry, we will emerge victorious.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Six Months
Today is April 7th, which makes it six months since Ella and Jackson popped out of Shae. It feels like it's been much longer than six months, but it's also hard to believe that it's already been half-a-year. I'm not sure how to explain it other than it feels like the babies have been around forever, but at the same time it seems like only yesterday that Shae was pregnant. Very weird.
The babies just keep on becoming little people. Ella's bottom two teeth are all the way in, and they definitely work (Shae and Jack both have the bite marks to prove it). She bites Jack, and he pulls her hair. It's a fun game they play. It's also getting really hard to keep Ella in one spot. She rolls all over the place, and even goes after her favorite toys. Her favorite thing to go after is Lunchbox. She sees him, gets all excited, and rolls/squirms over to him.
Jack's doing great too. He's not quite as mobile as his sister, but he is a very happy baby boy. He has a great laugh, and loves to play (if by play you mean lie on his back and kick and laugh). His hair has grown back from his friar hair-style, and his reflux is almost all gone. It's great to feed him and not get puked on 20 seconds later.
Last weekend, Shae took the twins up to Escondido to visit the Wild Animal Park and Kit Carson Park. She got a few cool pictures, and the babies are even in some of them. She's uploaded a few of them, and will be uploading more as she processes them. You can view them over in our gallery.
The babies just keep on becoming little people. Ella's bottom two teeth are all the way in, and they definitely work (Shae and Jack both have the bite marks to prove it). She bites Jack, and he pulls her hair. It's a fun game they play. It's also getting really hard to keep Ella in one spot. She rolls all over the place, and even goes after her favorite toys. Her favorite thing to go after is Lunchbox. She sees him, gets all excited, and rolls/squirms over to him.
Jack's doing great too. He's not quite as mobile as his sister, but he is a very happy baby boy. He has a great laugh, and loves to play (if by play you mean lie on his back and kick and laugh). His hair has grown back from his friar hair-style, and his reflux is almost all gone. It's great to feed him and not get puked on 20 seconds later.
Last weekend, Shae took the twins up to Escondido to visit the Wild Animal Park and Kit Carson Park. She got a few cool pictures, and the babies are even in some of them. She's uploaded a few of them, and will be uploading more as she processes them. You can view them over in our gallery.
Monday, April 6, 2009
At War
March 20th, 2009:
I've been living in denial for months now, but the signs are too strong to ignore any longer. The mouse droppings in the sun room, the glimpses of a rat scampering back up into the palm tree when I go out to the patio late at night, (worst of all) the sounds of plotting coming from the attic. There really is no other explanation: the rodents are plotting to take us out. They've finally decided to put the information gathered by their mouse-spy months ago to use and launch their attack.
So far, the traps we've setup to defend against the rodents haven't netted us any prisoners, but at least the enemy seemed to respect them and stay away. now it sounds like that's all changing. It's time to stop playing defense and go on the attack. We've carefully setup some traps in their territory (the attic), and hopefully we can take out a few of their warriors.
March 24th, 2009:
Well, it's been four days since Shae and I launched our counter attack against the rodents and so far we haven't had any real success yet. The rat seems to have retreated to the palm tree (or at least he's doing a better job of hiding), but our traps in the attic have not succeeded. In fact, it seems that we are just feeding the mice peanut butter while they dodge the traps. Instead of capturing the enemy, I fear we're actually giving them the protein they need to grow strong enough to launch a full-scale attack. We have no choice but to deploy the "Rat Zapper" that we acquired from Shae's parents. I fear escalating the war, but the mice seem to be too smart for our outdated traps.
The Rat Zapper is an odd weapon. I thought we would bait it using cheese, but apparently you can't use anything "cheese-like" because it will complete the circuit and fry the bait. I would think burnt cheese would be hard for a mouse to resist (it's hard for me to resist), but I have no choice but to trust Shae since she has training on our new weapon. I guess the ideal bait for the Rat Zapper is cat food. This seems absurd to me. If you have cat food, it would stand to reason that you also have a cat. If you have a cat, why the hell do you need the Rat Zapper? Whatever, war is strange. We'll have to make do with dog food and hope the Box doesn't get his nose zapped trying to get a snack.
March 26th, 2009:
It seems we have vastly underestimated our adversary. Somehow, they found a way to disable our Rat Zapper; our new technology is no match for the rodent wits. (Either that, or the last rodent caught in the trap burned out the device. Whatever the cause, the Rat Zapper is not going to help us.)
In fact, instead of gaining a technological advantage over our enemies we seem to have upset the mice by escalating our attack. Today when I went to check on our attic trap I discovered that the trap was missing. That's right, the rodents have stolen our weapons. I wonder what their plan is. Are they planning to set the traps up where we'll set them off? Is one of the mice a mini-McGyver disassembling the traps for parts and building a super weapon? Things are not looking great for the humans in this war.
April 4th, 2009:
Our efforts seem to finally pay off. My scout (aka Shae) reported back that her morning trap-check was successful. We got one! Of course, my scout is of no use in disposing of our enemy's body so up into the attic I go.
My examination of the battleground revealed some interesting intelligence. The scariest part of the scene was the trap itself. The casualty lay next to the trap, but something had eaten all of the peanut butter from the trap. That means that another mouse finished off its meal while his comrade lay dead just inches away. These rodents are heartless. They will stop at nothing to grow stronger in preparation of the next attack. Again, I may have underestimated the enemy.
Next to the successful trap, I found something even more interesting: the previously stolen trap. What could this mean? Was the fallen mouse attempting to setup the trap to use against us when he was taken out? Could he have been defecting and bringing us our trap as a peace offering to gain our trust? Did another mouse catch on to his plan and take him out before he could defect (and then feast on peanut butter afterward)? Was the trap never stolen in the first place, but instead just got pushed out of sight where we couldn't see it until we went into the attic to clean up the carcass (that can't be it). Today was a good day for our side, but the determination of the rodents is intimidating.
April 6th, 2009:
The mice seemed to go into hiding for a day or so after the fall of their fellow warrior, but they seem to be getting back to plotting again. As I sit on the couch typing, I can hear them scurrying about overhead. I fear what their next attack will bring, but after our successful attack we are optimistic. We have set out additional traps hoping to keep our momentum going. We have drawn first blood, and we are hopeful that we can end this war quickly. I guess it's back to the battlefield. More updates as the war unfolds.
I've been living in denial for months now, but the signs are too strong to ignore any longer. The mouse droppings in the sun room, the glimpses of a rat scampering back up into the palm tree when I go out to the patio late at night, (worst of all) the sounds of plotting coming from the attic. There really is no other explanation: the rodents are plotting to take us out. They've finally decided to put the information gathered by their mouse-spy months ago to use and launch their attack.
So far, the traps we've setup to defend against the rodents haven't netted us any prisoners, but at least the enemy seemed to respect them and stay away. now it sounds like that's all changing. It's time to stop playing defense and go on the attack. We've carefully setup some traps in their territory (the attic), and hopefully we can take out a few of their warriors.
March 24th, 2009:
Well, it's been four days since Shae and I launched our counter attack against the rodents and so far we haven't had any real success yet. The rat seems to have retreated to the palm tree (or at least he's doing a better job of hiding), but our traps in the attic have not succeeded. In fact, it seems that we are just feeding the mice peanut butter while they dodge the traps. Instead of capturing the enemy, I fear we're actually giving them the protein they need to grow strong enough to launch a full-scale attack. We have no choice but to deploy the "Rat Zapper" that we acquired from Shae's parents. I fear escalating the war, but the mice seem to be too smart for our outdated traps.
The Rat Zapper is an odd weapon. I thought we would bait it using cheese, but apparently you can't use anything "cheese-like" because it will complete the circuit and fry the bait. I would think burnt cheese would be hard for a mouse to resist (it's hard for me to resist), but I have no choice but to trust Shae since she has training on our new weapon. I guess the ideal bait for the Rat Zapper is cat food. This seems absurd to me. If you have cat food, it would stand to reason that you also have a cat. If you have a cat, why the hell do you need the Rat Zapper? Whatever, war is strange. We'll have to make do with dog food and hope the Box doesn't get his nose zapped trying to get a snack.
March 26th, 2009:
It seems we have vastly underestimated our adversary. Somehow, they found a way to disable our Rat Zapper; our new technology is no match for the rodent wits. (Either that, or the last rodent caught in the trap burned out the device. Whatever the cause, the Rat Zapper is not going to help us.)
In fact, instead of gaining a technological advantage over our enemies we seem to have upset the mice by escalating our attack. Today when I went to check on our attic trap I discovered that the trap was missing. That's right, the rodents have stolen our weapons. I wonder what their plan is. Are they planning to set the traps up where we'll set them off? Is one of the mice a mini-McGyver disassembling the traps for parts and building a super weapon? Things are not looking great for the humans in this war.
April 4th, 2009:
Our efforts seem to finally pay off. My scout (aka Shae) reported back that her morning trap-check was successful. We got one! Of course, my scout is of no use in disposing of our enemy's body so up into the attic I go.
My examination of the battleground revealed some interesting intelligence. The scariest part of the scene was the trap itself. The casualty lay next to the trap, but something had eaten all of the peanut butter from the trap. That means that another mouse finished off its meal while his comrade lay dead just inches away. These rodents are heartless. They will stop at nothing to grow stronger in preparation of the next attack. Again, I may have underestimated the enemy.
Next to the successful trap, I found something even more interesting: the previously stolen trap. What could this mean? Was the fallen mouse attempting to setup the trap to use against us when he was taken out? Could he have been defecting and bringing us our trap as a peace offering to gain our trust? Did another mouse catch on to his plan and take him out before he could defect (and then feast on peanut butter afterward)? Was the trap never stolen in the first place, but instead just got pushed out of sight where we couldn't see it until we went into the attic to clean up the carcass (that can't be it). Today was a good day for our side, but the determination of the rodents is intimidating.
April 6th, 2009:
The mice seemed to go into hiding for a day or so after the fall of their fellow warrior, but they seem to be getting back to plotting again. As I sit on the couch typing, I can hear them scurrying about overhead. I fear what their next attack will bring, but after our successful attack we are optimistic. We have set out additional traps hoping to keep our momentum going. We have drawn first blood, and we are hopeful that we can end this war quickly. I guess it's back to the battlefield. More updates as the war unfolds.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Baby time
It has been awhile since we have done a real update on the babies, so I figured with all my free time I will sit down and do one.
Ella:
Ella is such a funny little girl. She comes up this these little expressions that just melt your heart. She also does this little giggle when we wash her face and hands after she eats that is just hilarious. I think I start laughing every time she does it. She is one of those babies that just lights up the room.
This last week was a pretty big deal in the life of Ella. First, I was playing with her and she does this thing where she grabs my finger and starts chewing on it. Well this time when she was chewing I thought she picked up something hard off the ground and had it in her mouth. I was wrong. It was two little teeth. Yup, that's right, Ella is teething. At almost 5 1/2 months, she has two bottom teeth pocking through and they HURT! She has been doing pretty well with it. If she didn't bite me, I would never have known they were there. The next day, Ella rolled onto her stomach. She got stuck, but at least she made it. She is very good about going from her stomach to her back so now with a little practice she will be rolling around in no time.
Ella is growing FAST. I can't believe how big she is getting. I mean wasn't she just 7 pounds not too long ago? With this whole growing thing, comes movement. She is the squirmiest little thing. When I have her on the floor she will do this little crab walk and scootch all over the living room. Just today she was laying next to Jack on the blanket and the next thing I knew, she was half way across the living room. I guess we will be child proofing soon.
She doesn't like sitting at all. I take that back, she just can't do it. She has this need to be moving all the time, so when we practice sitting, she is sooo wiggly. Now the thing she loves to do is stand. Of course she needs us to support her, but she wants to do it every chance she gets. Maybe we will just skip the whole sitting step and go strait to standing!
Overall, Ella is the sweetest squirmiest little girl ever. Oh, and cute!
Jack:
What can I say about Jack? He is one cool little boy. He also has started doing a hilarious giggle when the wash cloth gets near him. He is so sweet.
Jack wants nothing to do with rolling over. I think he watches his sister get stuck and doesn't want to go through that. I keep telling him he's gonna have to get over it. He did make it to his side the other day so I guess that is progress. Today he went from his tummy to his back for the first time. YAY! He still hates to be on his tummy and really has no desire to scootch around on the floor. He is pretty content just laying or sitting there. It is kind of nice because I only have to really keep my eye on one baby for now. When they both start moving, YIKES!
When we went home for my dad's retirement party Jack actually sat up on his own for awhile. When I say awhile, I mean he didn't immediately fall over.
No teeth yet for Jack. Part of me wishes he would get his first teeth right now too, so they can both do it together and we only have to deal with the first teeth thing once, but on the other hand, He is just too sweet to teeth already.
Jack is strong. He has an awesome grip and can pull hair like a pro. His legs are also strong. He doesn't like to stand up, but he can sure kick. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and he is kicking Ella in the head. Ahhh, it starts already. I think he will be the future kicker for the Chargers!
I think Jack is such a cool little boy!
I have added a few new albums to our photos. Go check them out!
Ella:Ella is such a funny little girl. She comes up this these little expressions that just melt your heart. She also does this little giggle when we wash her face and hands after she eats that is just hilarious. I think I start laughing every time she does it. She is one of those babies that just lights up the room.
This last week was a pretty big deal in the life of Ella. First, I was playing with her and she does this thing where she grabs my finger and starts chewing on it. Well this time when she was chewing I thought she picked up something hard off the ground and had it in her mouth. I was wrong. It was two little teeth. Yup, that's right, Ella is teething. At almost 5 1/2 months, she has two bottom teeth pocking through and they HURT! She has been doing pretty well with it. If she didn't bite me, I would never have known they were there. The next day, Ella rolled onto her stomach. She got stuck, but at least she made it. She is very good about going from her stomach to her back so now with a little practice she will be rolling around in no time.
Ella is growing FAST. I can't believe how big she is getting. I mean wasn't she just 7 pounds not too long ago? With this whole growing thing, comes movement. She is the squirmiest little thing. When I have her on the floor she will do this little crab walk and scootch all over the living room. Just today she was laying next to Jack on the blanket and the next thing I knew, she was half way across the living room. I guess we will be child proofing soon.
She doesn't like sitting at all. I take that back, she just can't do it. She has this need to be moving all the time, so when we practice sitting, she is sooo wiggly. Now the thing she loves to do is stand. Of course she needs us to support her, but she wants to do it every chance she gets. Maybe we will just skip the whole sitting step and go strait to standing!
Overall, Ella is the sweetest squirmiest little girl ever. Oh, and cute!
Jack:What can I say about Jack? He is one cool little boy. He also has started doing a hilarious giggle when the wash cloth gets near him. He is so sweet.
Jack wants nothing to do with rolling over. I think he watches his sister get stuck and doesn't want to go through that. I keep telling him he's gonna have to get over it. He did make it to his side the other day so I guess that is progress. Today he went from his tummy to his back for the first time. YAY! He still hates to be on his tummy and really has no desire to scootch around on the floor. He is pretty content just laying or sitting there. It is kind of nice because I only have to really keep my eye on one baby for now. When they both start moving, YIKES!
When we went home for my dad's retirement party Jack actually sat up on his own for awhile. When I say awhile, I mean he didn't immediately fall over.
No teeth yet for Jack. Part of me wishes he would get his first teeth right now too, so they can both do it together and we only have to deal with the first teeth thing once, but on the other hand, He is just too sweet to teeth already.
Jack is strong. He has an awesome grip and can pull hair like a pro. His legs are also strong. He doesn't like to stand up, but he can sure kick. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and he is kicking Ella in the head. Ahhh, it starts already. I think he will be the future kicker for the Chargers!
I think Jack is such a cool little boy!
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