A few weeks ago Boogie had a little something "funny feeling" in his mouth. I took a look for him and discovered that he had an adult tooth sticking out. It was super far back in his mouth and his corresponding baby tooth was not loose at all. Of course, being the superb mommy I am, I freaked out about it. First of all, this was just another sign that my little guy gets closer and closer to being a big guy every day. Secondly, that tooth was sooo far back. Thirdly, if that baby tooth didn't fall out then how would the adult tooth ever move forward? I told Boog to wiggle and jiggle that tooth as much as he could as often as possible. When Kiddo has a loose tooth it takes her no more than 36 hours to get the tooth out. I thought surely he would get that tooth out and all would be fine.
The next day I checked and nothing, nada, no movement. Seriously, it was like he hadn't been wiggling at all. After grilling him like a pig at a luau I discovered that he hadn't been wiggling it! I took him out to pick out fabric for a tooth fairy pillow. He picked a shamrock pattern but that may be a whole different post. Anyway, it was my way of attempting to bribe him into a little wiggling. It didn't help. He didn't wiggle or jiggle.
I wanted to have a dentist pull the tooth but we were thwarted by the dentists office workers and the insurance. After two weeks I was willing to do everything short of grabbing the pliers. I started wrapping that tooth in dental floss and yanking. I did this over and over and over. The tooth kept getting looser but it just wouldn't come out.
Today I tried again before going to pick up Kiddo but it wouldn't come out. Today marked three whole weeks of trying to get this tooth out! I gave up and went to get Kiddo. In the car I filled Kiddo in on how much I have failed! She giggled with me and then asked Boogie if she could try. She turned around in the car, barely touched his tooth and out it came. I think she may be the tooth whisperer!
So, finally, after three weeks- Boogie has lost his first baby tooth! Go Boogie!
Friday, September 30, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
My new name is Prof. Dora Higgins
If you are a mother then you are probably very familiar with all of the songs on Dora the Explorer. I know I certainly am. Today I had cause to have "We did it" stuck in my head. Well, I kind of had it stuck in my head. For some reason halfway through the song I keep switching to the same named song from "My Fair Lady". It is a really odd transition but it is there just the same. I guess that makes me Prof. Dora Higgins! Haha!
Oh wait... are you wondering why I had occasion to have those words stuck in my head? Of course you are, or if you aren't then tough because I am going to tell you anyway! Will spent the whole night in his room in his bed. I repeat- Will spent the whole night in HIS room in HIS bed! Go Will! We did it!
Oh wait... are you wondering why I had occasion to have those words stuck in my head? Of course you are, or if you aren't then tough because I am going to tell you anyway! Will spent the whole night in his room in his bed. I repeat- Will spent the whole night in HIS room in HIS bed! Go Will! We did it!
Saturday, September 24, 2011
The Power of an Adjective
In school, if you were the sort to pay mind to what the teacher said, you probably learned that adjectives are simply descriptors. You were taught that one way to know that it might be an adjective is by seeing if the sentence gets along fine without that word. "The cat played with the small toy. The cat played with the toy." Seems pretty simple, doesn't it?
Recently Will and I discovered that not all adjectives are created equal. We found an adjective that changes the rest of the sentence. "What adjective is that?" you ask. Sweet. Yup, sweet. I don't mean candy levels of sweet either. Just sweet.
When I initially picked out Will first baby foods I noticed that the containers of organic baby foods had "sweet peas" while the ordinary food just said "peas". I figured that they probably just added that little adjective to make you want to pay the extra fifty cents for the organic but I decided to buy pack of each, just to test. So home we went with all our future yummy meals.
We started with the sweet peas. He loved them! He attacked them the way most kids attack chocolate. We fed him a few other things than went back to the sweet peas. Despite having had peaches, apples, pears and green beans he still loved though sweet peas. Then we tried the peas. Oh what a difference that little word sweet makes. He wanted nothing to do with those peas. He spit them out after the first bite. He turned his head for the second. When we tried a third time he actually blew them off the spoon! No peas please!
Now, before you try to point out that sweet peas and peas are slightly different, well, yeah I know that. I have always preferred sweet peas myself. That said, I also kind of thought that that preference was a product of the word sweet. I thought maybe I was subconsciously drawn to the sweet peas because they called themselves sweet. I guess I must be wrong. If even my little guy can tell the difference there really must be a difference. They often say babies are a good judge of character, well, I have to say my baby is a good judge of the yummy factor!
P.S. Since then we have discovered that beechnut sells sweet peas that aren't the expensive organic sweet peas. We tried those and he loved them, for significantly less than the organic variety. Score one for beechnut and green giant!
Recently Will and I discovered that not all adjectives are created equal. We found an adjective that changes the rest of the sentence. "What adjective is that?" you ask. Sweet. Yup, sweet. I don't mean candy levels of sweet either. Just sweet.
When I initially picked out Will first baby foods I noticed that the containers of organic baby foods had "sweet peas" while the ordinary food just said "peas". I figured that they probably just added that little adjective to make you want to pay the extra fifty cents for the organic but I decided to buy pack of each, just to test. So home we went with all our future yummy meals.
We started with the sweet peas. He loved them! He attacked them the way most kids attack chocolate. We fed him a few other things than went back to the sweet peas. Despite having had peaches, apples, pears and green beans he still loved though sweet peas. Then we tried the peas. Oh what a difference that little word sweet makes. He wanted nothing to do with those peas. He spit them out after the first bite. He turned his head for the second. When we tried a third time he actually blew them off the spoon! No peas please!
Now, before you try to point out that sweet peas and peas are slightly different, well, yeah I know that. I have always preferred sweet peas myself. That said, I also kind of thought that that preference was a product of the word sweet. I thought maybe I was subconsciously drawn to the sweet peas because they called themselves sweet. I guess I must be wrong. If even my little guy can tell the difference there really must be a difference. They often say babies are a good judge of character, well, I have to say my baby is a good judge of the yummy factor!
P.S. Since then we have discovered that beechnut sells sweet peas that aren't the expensive organic sweet peas. We tried those and he loved them, for significantly less than the organic variety. Score one for beechnut and green giant!
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Doctor, Doctor... Give me the news
I don't know about anyone else, but I tend to hold my breath at doctor's appointments. I am always waiting for bad news and praying for good news. I wait with bated breath for the news either way. In the last month I had two opportunities to hold my breath and wait.
The first time was a check up for me. After my recent surgery and the damage done to my liver I was less excited than normal for this visit. Honestly, I was just plain nervous. I held my breath, as usual, while the doctor went over each test result. Blood sugar- good, pulse ox- good, pulse- good, blood pressure- good, vitamin levels- good, liver function- good, cholesterol- good... everything showed that I am in perfect health. The only issue that she found was that I am slightly anemic, but that is to be expected after 2 surgeries within 3 months. She also pointed out that I was loosing weight (because obviously I didn't know that myself) and said that was good. Actually, I am 55 pounds lighter than I was when I got pregnant with Will. "Good, good, good" she said. Then she tells me to loose another 70 pounds by next year- just because. Those were her words. Umm... ok... I love how I am perfectly healthy and not showing any signs of medical issues associated with my weight and still the doctor is focused on the scale. Anyway, I am trying to focus on the wonderful test results for now.
The second opportunity presented itself in the form of a check up for Will. It was just the typical 4 month check up, complete with vaccinations. The doctor checked him head to toe and declared him to be wonderful. No really, that was his word. Will is wonderful. At one point I had a nice chuckle during the visit. The doctor told me that by Will's 6 month check up he might be able to sit up a little. He explained that he might be a bit wobbly and need to use his arms to support him. At that point I flipped to my pictures on my phone and showed him 7 pictures I took while waiting for him to come examine Will. Will was sitting up in all of them. The doctor smiled and looked at Will. He was appropriately impressed. Anyway, Will is up to 16 pounds, 15 ounces and measured in at 24 1/2 inches. That makes him larger and shorter than average. Personally, I don't think he looks any smaller than average or any heavier, but maybe that it just my mother's eyes. From what I see he is just perfectly beautiful.
And so I got the news, and found it to be overwhelmingly good. Thank the Lord!
The first time was a check up for me. After my recent surgery and the damage done to my liver I was less excited than normal for this visit. Honestly, I was just plain nervous. I held my breath, as usual, while the doctor went over each test result. Blood sugar- good, pulse ox- good, pulse- good, blood pressure- good, vitamin levels- good, liver function- good, cholesterol- good... everything showed that I am in perfect health. The only issue that she found was that I am slightly anemic, but that is to be expected after 2 surgeries within 3 months. She also pointed out that I was loosing weight (because obviously I didn't know that myself) and said that was good. Actually, I am 55 pounds lighter than I was when I got pregnant with Will. "Good, good, good" she said. Then she tells me to loose another 70 pounds by next year- just because. Those were her words. Umm... ok... I love how I am perfectly healthy and not showing any signs of medical issues associated with my weight and still the doctor is focused on the scale. Anyway, I am trying to focus on the wonderful test results for now.
The second opportunity presented itself in the form of a check up for Will. It was just the typical 4 month check up, complete with vaccinations. The doctor checked him head to toe and declared him to be wonderful. No really, that was his word. Will is wonderful. At one point I had a nice chuckle during the visit. The doctor told me that by Will's 6 month check up he might be able to sit up a little. He explained that he might be a bit wobbly and need to use his arms to support him. At that point I flipped to my pictures on my phone and showed him 7 pictures I took while waiting for him to come examine Will. Will was sitting up in all of them. The doctor smiled and looked at Will. He was appropriately impressed. Anyway, Will is up to 16 pounds, 15 ounces and measured in at 24 1/2 inches. That makes him larger and shorter than average. Personally, I don't think he looks any smaller than average or any heavier, but maybe that it just my mother's eyes. From what I see he is just perfectly beautiful.
And so I got the news, and found it to be overwhelmingly good. Thank the Lord!
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