Archive for April, 2008

Spotted…

A great blue heron in the ravine behind our house. Spectacular!

Overheard

Dad: “Ava, it’s time for bed. You’re exhausting.”

Ava: “No I amn’t!”

Olivia Fix

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I don’t need this.

Right?

Good luck!

Overheard

Ava: “Get down from there RIGHT NOW. I am tired of this EVERY NIGHT!”

Mom: “Ava, that’s not a very nice way to talk to your babies.”

Ava: “Well, I know, but sometimes I get FRUSTRATED because they will not go to SLEEP.”

You don’t say.

First bites

I thought it might be interesting to document each time Olivia tries a new food. (The moms just cheered simultaneously, everyone else fell asleep.)

If you’re still with me, here’s Olivia’s first taste of oatmeal. She loved it!

 

 

She tried a BlackBerry too…

 

Spring fling

We had, well, seasonably warm weather for most of the weekend–a nice shift from the 50s we saw last week. Ava and I took the opportunity to plant pansies in the front flower pots. We had these in a full month earlier last year!

This morning, it’s a chilly 40 degrees, and it’s raining! What’s it like where you live today?

Too big. Too fast.

I took Olivia back to the doctor for a recheck this afternoon. Her four month check-up was scheduled for next week, so they rolled the two together…then asked us to come back for another recheck next week anyway. Oh well.

Her lungs sound good, and I think her cold is getting a bit better. They’re keeping her on the breathing treatments and another prescription to ensure the lung issues don’t return.

She weighed in at 17 pounds, 8 ounces, exactly what Ava weighed at her nine month check-up. (I’d like to tell you that I knew this off the top of my head, but it was my mom who had it written down.) Olivia was 26.5 inches long–she’s basically off the charts in both cases.

The nurse sent home a little pamphlet about month four–it started with a reminder that we should wait to start solids until six months. I confessed to starting them “a few days ago.”

The nurses agreed that she was still quite cute.

Overheard

Bec: I’m going to engineer and market baby socks that don’t fall off. I’ll make a million dollars.

Bry: You could call them cankle covers.