Monday, November 23, 2009

How about an Ellie update?

Seems like ages since I've talked about Ella's progress. So here goes.

My girl is sitting up for several minutes at a time now. It was like she developed this skill overnight. When she had her re-evaluation with Charity her new physical therapist less than a month ago, she could only sit for a few seconds at a time. One morning, a week or so later, I was on the floor with her, and I realized that a long time had passed while she sat unsupported. I hadn't been watching the clock, but did I dare think that she had stayed up for more that a minute or two? Last Thursday, with new script in hand, we finally resumed therapy (it's been a long, frustrating process). I told Charity that she was going to be impressed with E's progress, and she was; she could hardly believe it and confirmed my observation of several minutes of unsupported sitting. So now, we'll forge ahead with working on side sitting and bearing weight through her knees and rocking on all fours because next comes crawling. I am incredibly encouraged with Ella's physical development, even if it takes pauses and then comes in spurts. And even when she is around other babies her age, and I see the gaps. Because I have the utmost hope for her that she will meet her milestones, no matter how long it takes her. And in comparing her progress to herself, which is the only measure that should matter, she's come a  long way.

She can get around on the floor pretty well now, using a combination of rolls and methodical belly crawling, especially if she is enticed by a toy or some otherwise-forbidden thing-that-shouldn't-be-on-the-floor-when-a-baby-is-in-the-house-but-with-two-older-brothers-somehow-always-ends-up-there.

Ella continues to be pretty happy-go-lucky and smiley. She is incredibly social. She's taking even more notice of us. She can tell when I enter a room, and she lights up immediately. Very gratifying. She can play "Where's the baby?" and thinks it's hilarious. She loves being close to her brothers. They are very good with her most of the time, especially Jackson--he's so tender and doting, he celebrates her every move. Cooper is quite affectionate toward her, but he also views her as a little bit of a threat, especially when she gets close to items he believes are his. We have to remind him that "she's just a baby" often.

She vocalizes and babbles, but still without consonants most of the time. And I think she is more quiet than not. Still. But I think that's okay for now. I'm choosing not to be too terribly concerned with her verbal development at this time. We have a time frame to work with; if she's not further along by the time she is twelve months old, I'm supposed to ask that her speech be evaluated. Until then, we'll just press on.

Food is our battleground right now. I don't pump enough breastmilk to be away from her for very long (which makes work difficult), and formula makes her throw up (not spit up, actually throw up & she then continues to dry heave for hours afterward). I've just implemented a pump-on-one-side-while-feeding-her-on-the-other-side system that I think will help keep my supply up, but what a hassle. I've thought about trying soy-based formulas, but I'm not convinced that will make a difference and don't want to waste money on more formula if it doesn't stay down. She's close to the age where I might consider whole milk, but I worry we'd have similar results as milk-based formula. Baby food is hit or miss. When she was not willing to take any bottle (breastmilk or otherwise) a few months ago, baby food was our saving grace. But now, she will hardly touch it and must essentially be force-fed to get any down. After two other babies, one might assume that I have this baby food stuff down, but it is my absolute weakness. I can't stand this phase because it just doesn't make sense to me, and I feel like I'm just winging it. How many fruits in the morning? When do I do veggies? Breastfeeding before or after the food? Arrrrrrgggghh!! Fortunately in the past, I've grinned and beared it, and it's over soon enough. With Ellie, though, I'm afraid we're in for more than the average length of time with battling baby food. I'm thankful that despite all these challenges, she continues to gain weight. And it could be a lot worse: there is a treatment called the ketogenic diet that some children have to go on if no meds control their seizures, and from what I've read, it takes several hours to prepare each meal and breastfeeding is a big no-no. So, I definitely know how blessed we are, I just wish we could get a better system going.

Once Thursday evening and three times Friday morning, Ella forcefully dropped her head forward (not in clusters or anything thankfully). It was the first time since gaining seizure freedom almost five months ago that she did something that legitimately scared me, and got me wondering if the spasms were returning. If so, they were different than before, and I seem to recall that they usually do not change in nature, but what do I know. So far, she has not done any more of them, so I'm chalking it up to losing control of her head because the sitting position is still so new and tires her out quickly. At least that's what I'm trying to convince myself to do. It's hard not to "go there."

Friday, November 20, 2009

You'd be surprised at how verklempt I got during this exercise

EDITED TO ADD: verklempt: adj. overcome with emotion; also written faklempt. Yiddish. See Coffee Talk with Linda Richmond for more info.

Or maybe you wouldn't, since you probably know me and all.



p.s. who knew the MagnaDoodle was so educational?

Monday, November 16, 2009

Memory card Monday--Art gallery edition

Ahhhh, I love this age. The artwork and the effort. How he lives for every little bit of praise. The tongue stuck out. Even the mess. Because I know it is fanciful and fleeting. You see, soon there will be a day when the world will speak to my little boy louder than I, when the message will be filled with you're-not-so-special's and anybody-can-do-that's, and perhaps a little dose of perspective is a good lesson in humility. But today is not that day, and for that I am so thankful. And today, I celebrate a master artiste.




Friday, November 13, 2009

Non sequitur

None of these tidbits makes a full post by itself, so I've decided to group them together, if you don't mind.

  • Baby girl is sick. Fevers and congestion. And is little fussier but generally a trooper about it all. Double ear infections, says the doctor. So she's back on antibiotics. 
  • I'm taking a semi-break from Facebook. Basically that means I am not looking at the live feed right now and only occasionally posting links and such. Not even writing my own status updates for the most part, which is a little hard to get used to but a welcomed break. This is not a commentary on anyone else, but for me it means I'd like to be busier living my life than writing about it. And now I have a lot more time for more important things. Like dishes and impromptu dance parties.
  • Jackson's teacher thinks Jackson in love with one of the girls in his class. I've seen them in action, and heard him talk about her, and I don't disagree. But I think it's innocent though and not really based on a physical attraction (let's hope not!).
  • The other day, I asked Jackson what he wanted to be when he grows up, as soon as I realized he probably did have an opinion about such a thing and that I hadn't heard it from him yet. He didn't understand at first, and so I reworded it to say, "What job do you want to do when you're big like Mommy and Daddy?" Without hesitation, he said, "I want to go to work with Daddy [at the bank], so I can pay money to people." Awesome :)
  • Cooper is in a great phase right now. So on the go. Able to pretend and act things out and entertain himself for a few moments as I rush around to do some housework. But he still loves to do things with me. Which is wonderful. "Mama, come 'nuggle with me." To which I respond by absolutely dropping everything and running to him as if that's the last time I'll ever hear that. 'Cause one day, it will be, and I don't want to miss this.
  • Cooper's also quite the eater. Better than his brother a lot of the time. "Mama, this is 'licious." Ask him if he wants ANYthing, and the answer is always "yep." He'll try anything once. Definitely his father's son on this one.
  • As I finished feeding Ella yesterday morning, I could tell that she had dirtied her diaper. I looked down at her and said, "You know, it's a good thing you're cute, what with all your runny noses, and fevers, and stinks." She grinned her toothy grin and promptly filled her diaper some more right as I said "stinks".
  • Chris has a CPAP machine now. He was diagnosed with sleep apnea, as I've suspected for a while that he had. We both are hopeful that it will allow him to feel more rested. Time will tell.
  • Jackson's back to sleeping in the tent these days. I cleared out a corner in the boys' room a while back, so at least it's no longer in the living room thankfully. One advantage is that I can hear him as soon as he tries to get up. That velco is a dead give away. 
  • Cooper had an unsuccessful run in the toddler bed a couple of months ago. He just kept getting up. And running out to the living room. And giggling. And keeping Jackson up. Bedtime was a battle for many rough nights. So, having had enough, at least an hour after I first sent them to bed, I converted the toddler bed BACK into a crib one night, and have breathed a huge sigh of relief ever since. He just wasn't ready and didn't understand my attempts to invoke consequences. 
  • You might remember that Jackson was in a toddler bed before he was two years old and a twin bed by 2 1/2. So I thought I needed to press the issue with Coop. But that was a different set of circumstances; he didn't have a big brother to play with instead of going to sleep, and the door to his room at the duplex actually shut, instead of hanging by one hinge like their bedroom door does here.
  • Well, the kids are done with their show and the hubby is home, so off I go.
Have a good weekend!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Proof that I might have gone a little OCD when Ella was on the way

I went into the office looking for just one document. You know how it goes. Three hours and more than a bag full of trash later, I still haven't found what I originally set out to find, but I have happened across some gems in all the clutter.

And I just had to share. Because that's what I do. I'm a Sharer.



I had to smile at Myself From a Year Ago because very little of this was ever implemented. Especially since Chris was laid off two months before Ella was born. Like most things, we made do with what we had and found sales where we could, and I realized again that such details and decorations just don't matter in the grand scheme of things.

We did end up using the navy blue infant carseat that the boys had used, and it didn't kill us. A little self-conscious, I put accents of pink in it most of the time. Maybe one person said something about a "cute little boy" that whole time Ella was in it. I did find a new pink cover on Ebay, but by that time, she only had a few months left in that carseat anyway.

In addition to this list, I spent hours online searching for the perfect bedding set that used light blue in a girly way, and finding nothing pre-made even spent time picking out fabrics as if I'd ever sew such a complex set myself. After all that effort, I found a girly nursery set with blue in it (as well as pink, yellow, green, and purple) for $30 at the consignment sale. Then, I purchased two pink crib sheets on sale for $4 each at Target. You know what? Ellie hasn't complained about the lack of a stylishly coordinated nursery even once. She does have a very nice furniture set in there, and that is more than enough.

Oh, and that grey kitty with the pink nose? Cooper found it sitting in Ellie's crib before she was born and claimed it for his own, which solved the problem of trying to bring grey into the mix.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

May induce spontaneous smiles


I think we have the beginnings of some curly hair here. That makes me excited. Oh, and yes, there are seven (almost eight) teeth in that smile. She only had three a month and a half ago. Busy. Busy. And perhaps a little fussy. I happened across a picture of 15-month-old Jackson earlier today and realized that eight was the number of teeth he had at that age, so she's a little ahead of the curve at (almost) 10 months.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Children's Books Tuesday: I Spy Little Bunnies







Rhymes by Jean Marzollo
Photographs by Walter Wick

I got this book out to take pictures of it in order to do this post, and Cooper came from nowhere and immediately started interacting with it.


Which illustrates why I'm posting it. My kids love this book!

I believe it is one in a series of I Spy books, but I specifically like this book for youngers because the pictures are not overloaded with images to look at as some of the others are, and it includes the exact picture that you are supposed to find with the words that describe it. Now that Cooper is older we take turns finding things. The boys are so tickled with themselves every time they spot the correct item. We usually end up trying to find way more than just the two or three things the pages suggest, and I like being able to spend so much time in a book together. Not too many other books hold their interest from cover to cover right now. If you read it straight through, which we rarely have done because we look for so many other things, it has a nice and simple rhyme scheme to it.

Have a book to share? Want to see some other book ideas? Head on over to Sue's bloghop.

Memory card Monday--Halloween edition







Saturday, November 7, 2009

In which I have palpitations

. . . because I have too many unfinished, unorganized thoughts floating through my pea brain on whatever topic this is and can't get it onto the computer screen fast enough. Orrrrrrrr, it could be the roughly 6.4 gallons of Dr. Pepper I've had in the last 24 hours while trying to make it through the night shift last night. Take your pick.

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I feel like I'm on a precipice most of the time, about to dive headlong into some new and hopefully wonderful phase in life. It's at once exhilarating and exhausting. Change is my only constant. Redefined my only definition.

I had kinda hoped I'd be done with all of this by now, to be honest.

And having kids really ups the ante in my quest for self-discovery. It makes me want to establish myself as profoundly This or essentially That, so that these little people can have the unmoving foundation on which to build their own sense of self.

It's a lot of pressure, and mostly self-ascribed. In no particular order, I want my children (who we all know are an extension of myself) to be well-adjusted, polite, happy, well-behaved, cool-but-not-too-cool, educated, capable, high-functioning, contributing members of society. If they are not one or more of these things at the beginning of adulthood, I must admit I will feel as thought I personally failed them.

Yikes!

This is where I make the realization of my lack of faith in God's ability and desire to mold them into the people He would have them be. That He is infinitely more involved and engaged in their refining process than I. That He loves them first and best. That He will not forsake them, nor leave the acquisition of their person-ness solely in my fallible hands. That He, not I, is their best cheerleader. That I am but one instrument in His limitless repertoire. That He is in the business of bringing things to completion.

And this is where I breathe.

I have a tendency to pray more often for immediate and transient things, and I either forget or lose focus or become overwhelmed by the lifelong types of prayer requests. You know, the requests that are not answered this week or even this year, so my immediate-gratification-loving self quickly loses interest. Rest assured, I'm working on it.

When I think about my passions in parenting and what my legacy will be for my children, I can think of no more noble a thing than that I should petition God on my children's behalves (is that a word? the plural of behalf? hm. I think I'm just gonna go for it.) all the rest of my days. When they think back on the relationship we've had and our experiences together, I want them to be able to say, "Sure, Mom made some mistakes along the way, but I know that she loved me and I know that she prayed for me."

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Winging it in the kitchen

I'm not exactly a by-the-book kind of girl when it comes to cooking. Because I want to use what we have on hand and not spend hours upon hours measuring things by the fourths of teaspoons, I like to ad lib in the kitchen. And I don't know why it hasn't blown up in my face thus far, but usually my "concoctions" turn out really well or are at the very least edible.

Within the last few weeks, I've come up with two chicken dishes that were really tasty. I'm gonna share them on here so that if nothing else I have easy access to them. Let me know if you try them and/or if you make any improvements on them, as these are merely suggestions (as you'll be able to tell by the approximate measurements and my memory does not fully serve me when trying to recall that first recipe anyway). While I understand that the guy from America's Test Kitchen describes cooking as "an exacting science," and while I don't ad lib those things that really should be made following the recipe to the letter, I think we should feel confident to experiment in our kitchens and see what happens.

These dishes are similar in construct, but the tastes are varied enough that you could serve them close together and not hear too much grumbling from the peanut gallery.

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Ranch Chicken and Tater Bake

2-3 potatoes, thinly sliced into circles with skins on
approx. 1 pound skinless, boneless chicken breast fillets
1 bunch green onions, chopped
approx. 1/4 cup butter
roughly 1 cup shredded cheddar cheese
1-2 cloves fresh garlic, minced
2 cups plain bread crumbs
oregano?
8 oz.+ ranch dressing
at least 1/4 cup Durkee's french fried onions
Salt and pepper to taste

Marinate chicken in ranch dressing for at least 2 hours in the refrigerator. Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Lightly coat the bottom of a 2 qt. casserole dish with cooking spray. Line the dish with layers of sliced potatoes, lightly salting each layer as you go. After at least three or four layers of potatoes, sprinkle cheese evenly over the top, covering the potatoes entirely. Cut butter into equal pats and distribute in four corners. Spread chopped green onions over cheese. Add pepper to taste.

Mix bread crumbs, garlic, salt and pepper (and I think I put some oregano in here) in a bowl, then roll chicken in bread crumb mixture to coat. Place coated chicken in a single layer over the cheesy potato layers in the casserole dish. Top with french fried onions.

Cover and bake at 400 degrees for at least 40 minutes, then remove lid and bake another 10 minutes to brown the chicken. (Cook time will vary depending on thickness of your chicken breast and your oven. For best results, use a meat thermometer. Poultry should reach an internal temp of 160 degrees.)

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Toasty Provolone Chicken

3-4 slices of bread, toasted
8 slices provolone cheese
8 strips bacon, uncooked
approx. 1 pound boneless, skinless chicken breast fillets
1 bunch green onion, chopped
approx. 1 cup mushrooms, sliced
salt and pepper to taste

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. This dish is all about layers. In a 2 qt. casserole dish, cover the bottom with the toasted bread, then four slices of provolone, then bacon, then chicken, and then the mushrooms, green onions and salt & pepper, and finally four more slices of provolone. Bake uncovered at 350 degrees for thirty minutes. (Again, I recommend checking for doneness with a meat thermometer.)

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One final note, I mentioned a while back that I'd made my own dishwasher detergent from a recipe I found online. It costs about 65 cents per 100 loads, so it is cost effective for sure. I don't think it always works as well at getting the grime off as the store bought stuff though, to be honest with you. And I recommend using white vinegar in the rinse aid receptacle to reduce the amount of white powder residue that it causes. Here's the link if you want to give it a try. http://frugallygreen.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-to-make-your-own-dishwasher.html