The trip to the doctor's office went about as well as could be expected. Both boys are excellent. That's the medical term.
Allan is doing very well on half of the dose of Lasix (a diuretic) that he has been receiving and so we are going to try him on a quarter dose. We have entirely discontinued one of his inhalers. He weighed in at 13 pounds 15 ounces which was good especially considering that he was sick with a cold and ear infection for two weeks. His doc isn't worried about him gaining slowly -- we need to be sure that he is gaining real weight as opposed to fluid from the diuretics. With Allan, it is slow and steady. We did get the green light for moving on from cereal to fruits or veggies as we wish. He had a little applesauce today and did well with it. He is clearly feeling better though -- he kicks and pushes with his legs as if he is going to stand up. And he howls when he is unhappy -- loud and long, he howls. I am sure it will wear thin after a while (especially when it happens in the early morning hours) but right now we are still delighted because it means that his lungs are getting stronger and he is able to expend more energy on non-vital activities. Mark my words, he is going to be as big a pain in the A double S as his little brother.
Speaking of, Griffith is the little brother no more. He has once again regained his crown as the bigger of the brothers. Griffith weighed in at 15 pounds 8 ounces yesterday. We skipped 14 (which is apparently a stone) entirely. He is now the master of cause and effect. He knows that when he whacks the dog (again, many thanks to Michele) that it will light up and say things. He also has mastered the cell phone that Michele (isn't she clever ?) found for him. Last night he spent quite a while rolling over, lifting himself up and pulling the handle to make the mirror elephant thingamajig play tunes over and over. He thinks that he is very clever. (So do we. You would think no other child had ever done any of these things.)
Aunt Kelly has taken up the challenge of Aunt Michele and is working on tickets for the Cards/Cubs series in August. We can't think of a better way to start the boys off on their careers as All-Americans. Of course, the question of what kind of gear the boys should wear will no doubt be a thorny one. Maybe a quick change a la Cher at the 7th inning stretch? Oh, well, plenty of time to work that out.
Have a great weekend!
Friday, January 05, 2007
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Thursday January 4
The boys are doing great so naturally it is time to drag them out again for another round of vaccines. We have a doctor's appointment this afternoon. We have already begun dosing with Baby Tylenol.
In other news, Allan has learned to shove all fours fingers down his throat and gag himself. Whether this is what he intends to do it another question entirely. He is also getting much faster and stronger as evidenced by the way he whacks my hand away as I try to put in and take out his contact. I can't wait until he can do it himself.
Griffith isn't really interested in learning to crawl as he has now mastered (sort of) the technique of propelling himself with his arms. Unfortunately he can only do it in reverse and has no clear sense of direction. He keeps ending up stuck under the chairs, couches and tables. Still, it amuses him. Right up until it doesn't.
In other news, Allan has learned to shove all fours fingers down his throat and gag himself. Whether this is what he intends to do it another question entirely. He is also getting much faster and stronger as evidenced by the way he whacks my hand away as I try to put in and take out his contact. I can't wait until he can do it himself.
Griffith isn't really interested in learning to crawl as he has now mastered (sort of) the technique of propelling himself with his arms. Unfortunately he can only do it in reverse and has no clear sense of direction. He keeps ending up stuck under the chairs, couches and tables. Still, it amuses him. Right up until it doesn't.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Allan's sock
He works full time at getting them off of his feet. It is how I know for certain that he is mine.
Allan and the centipede
It really is a very popular item in our house. We may have to buy another one in case we lose this one.
And check out those eyelashes.
Happy New Year.
Well, here we are back again. We welcomed in 2007 in a pretty low-key sort of way. Jay and I had steaks, mashed potatoes and wine and the boys had, as usual, formula. They didn't seem to mind. And we all watched The Twilight Zone on the SciFi Channel. Big wild night.
Allan has been doing just great. We have halved the dosage of one of his diuretics and discontinued one of his inhalers and it hasn't set him back at all. In fact, his oxygen requirement has been as low as it has ever been. He is more alert and fun these days. He can't quite turn himself over, but he does get over on his sides to reach for toys or to watch his brother. It probably isn't fair to say that he "can't" turn over. With Big Al, it is hard to tell what he can't do and what he just isn't interested in doing. He is making more baby sounds these days and gets tuned up and howls when he is wet or dirty or has been put down when he would prefer to be held. Regular baby stuff. He's smiling a lot these days and loves to play spider-hand and get Eskimo kisses.
Griffith is full of it these days, too. We moved his crib upstairs because he outgrew the bassinet. He absolutely loves to pick his feet up over his head and slam them down in to the mattress. Preferably in the middle of the night. It sounds like a cannon going off. He has also discovered his tongue and thinks it is just grand. Not just when it blows spit bubbles or zerberts. All the time. And he loves for you to stick your tongue back at him. He crows like a little rooster and flaps his arms and laughs out loud at the hilarity of it all. He got a little off-schedule during the holidays and 4:30 a.m. is apparently the new 7 a.m. We hope that he gets over that soon.
We all took a road trip to visit Aunt Evelyn on Saturday and they did very well. At least until the end. Griffith woke up on the ride back and decided that he was not happy with the situation. Waking up in the dark, in the car, wet and tired was not his idea of a good idea. It was not made better by him howling like a banshee for the 27 minutes it took us to make it home. He was mad for an hour after that.
Uncle Luigi and Aunt Diane came and brought many goodies. Most notably, genuine bolas and a whip from Argentina. No ostriches will be safe on our street.
The boys have a doc's appointment on Wednesday, but, other than that, we are all just planning on staying at home and growing.
Allan has been doing just great. We have halved the dosage of one of his diuretics and discontinued one of his inhalers and it hasn't set him back at all. In fact, his oxygen requirement has been as low as it has ever been. He is more alert and fun these days. He can't quite turn himself over, but he does get over on his sides to reach for toys or to watch his brother. It probably isn't fair to say that he "can't" turn over. With Big Al, it is hard to tell what he can't do and what he just isn't interested in doing. He is making more baby sounds these days and gets tuned up and howls when he is wet or dirty or has been put down when he would prefer to be held. Regular baby stuff. He's smiling a lot these days and loves to play spider-hand and get Eskimo kisses.
Griffith is full of it these days, too. We moved his crib upstairs because he outgrew the bassinet. He absolutely loves to pick his feet up over his head and slam them down in to the mattress. Preferably in the middle of the night. It sounds like a cannon going off. He has also discovered his tongue and thinks it is just grand. Not just when it blows spit bubbles or zerberts. All the time. And he loves for you to stick your tongue back at him. He crows like a little rooster and flaps his arms and laughs out loud at the hilarity of it all. He got a little off-schedule during the holidays and 4:30 a.m. is apparently the new 7 a.m. We hope that he gets over that soon.
We all took a road trip to visit Aunt Evelyn on Saturday and they did very well. At least until the end. Griffith woke up on the ride back and decided that he was not happy with the situation. Waking up in the dark, in the car, wet and tired was not his idea of a good idea. It was not made better by him howling like a banshee for the 27 minutes it took us to make it home. He was mad for an hour after that.
Uncle Luigi and Aunt Diane came and brought many goodies. Most notably, genuine bolas and a whip from Argentina. No ostriches will be safe on our street.
The boys have a doc's appointment on Wednesday, but, other than that, we are all just planning on staying at home and growing.
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