Allan's dentist appointment went well. The enamel on his front teeth looks a little funny and I wanted to get it checked out just to be on the safe side. As we suspected, the enamel didn't form correctly because he came so early. Actually, if you know what you are looking for, you can see a line from his front teeth all the way back where the enamel stopped forming. What is kind of neat is that the line goes back at an angle because you form your back teeth first. It is just one of those things. We can put little baby veneers on or fill in, but that would be purely cosmetic. We have to be extra careful about cavities, but his permanent teeth shouldn't be impacted.
Allan's PT visit went well yesterday, too. Miss Julie was very pleased with his progress. He was walking with her just putting very light pressure on his shoulders. He would rather hold on to something or have you hold on to him, but he was a real trooper. He's really catching on to this crawling thing, too. Griffith knicked the red ball and took off with it. Allan sat there for a second and then crawled after him as fast as he could down the hall and in to the nursery (by which point Griff was tired of the ball and dropped it). Big Al has also been playing "chase" with us on the floor. He thinks it is hilarious for you to scoot back away from him on your bottom while he crawls toward you like a little bear. Then when he catches you, he pulls up and pushes so that you tip back. If you yell, "oh, no, Allan's getting me!" so much the better.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Allan getting up a close up view
I have no idea why he kept doing this, but he kept whacking the Fridge DJ, getting the lights going on it, and sticking his head on top of it.
You missed a spot...
Jay was cleaning up the high chairs last night, but he wasn't doing it to suit Griffith who went and got his own cloth.
Put the spoon in Griffith's mouth!
We are still working on getting Griffith to use utensils. He isn't a big fan. And he really doesn't like for you to put them in his mouth. Still, we played a rousing game of putting the spoon in Mommy's mouth and then Griffith's and then Daddy's (Jay thought the whole exercise was pretty gross, but went along any way.) Griff thought the whole thing was pretty fun.
Matching middles
The matching middles cookie jar is meant to store the Oreos, but Griff's foot just fits (for now -- we'll be cutting the damned thing off next week probably). Nothing would do him but that he put it on and march around the house.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Thing One and Thing Two had an excellent weekend and have a had a pretty good start to the week. They have not allowed their fame to go to their heads. Any one who wants a link to the video clip should shoot me an email or post a comment and I will get it to you. Amazing how many people we didn't tell who actually saw us any way.
Griffith has decided to use his fork. Sometimes. He really liked using it for the sweet potato cakes (who knew such a product existed???) available in your grocer's freezer case (here in the South any way). Allan ate (like with his mouth and every thing) nearly 3/4ths of one himself. This was on top of eating 1/3 of an honest-to-God banana on Friday.
Allan still takes nearly all of his nutrition via the peg but we are getting more aggressive with the oral feeding. He can eat -- it simply doesn't interest him because he isn't ever hungry. We are working with his doctors and nutritionist to get it so that we pump him full of calories on his overnight feed and then let him get to the point of "on demand" feeding during the day. We are going to get new supercharged formula and see if we can't make the switch over the next couple of weeks. The key is to make sure he is getting enough to keep growing (he is still less than the 3rd percentile in size) but still encourage him to eat, eat, eat. Last night he crawled over and pulled up on Griffith's high chair after we put the Griffster in his seat to eat. If he is big enough to whine then we need to give him a chance to eat.
Allan goes to the dentist for the first time tomorrow. The enamel on his front four upper teeth is discolored and a little funky-looking. It will probably be 1) he was a preemie 2) on meds and 3) with reflux and 4) he'll lose those teeth anyway, but we want to make sure. Griff escapes because his teeth look great (except that they both have the most extraordinarily pointy, vampire-like canines) and you couldn't get him to sit still and open his mouth for all the tea in China.
Bedtime.
Cheers! Enjoy the pictures.
Griffith has decided to use his fork. Sometimes. He really liked using it for the sweet potato cakes (who knew such a product existed???) available in your grocer's freezer case (here in the South any way). Allan ate (like with his mouth and every thing) nearly 3/4ths of one himself. This was on top of eating 1/3 of an honest-to-God banana on Friday.
Allan still takes nearly all of his nutrition via the peg but we are getting more aggressive with the oral feeding. He can eat -- it simply doesn't interest him because he isn't ever hungry. We are working with his doctors and nutritionist to get it so that we pump him full of calories on his overnight feed and then let him get to the point of "on demand" feeding during the day. We are going to get new supercharged formula and see if we can't make the switch over the next couple of weeks. The key is to make sure he is getting enough to keep growing (he is still less than the 3rd percentile in size) but still encourage him to eat, eat, eat. Last night he crawled over and pulled up on Griffith's high chair after we put the Griffster in his seat to eat. If he is big enough to whine then we need to give him a chance to eat.
Allan goes to the dentist for the first time tomorrow. The enamel on his front four upper teeth is discolored and a little funky-looking. It will probably be 1) he was a preemie 2) on meds and 3) with reflux and 4) he'll lose those teeth anyway, but we want to make sure. Griff escapes because his teeth look great (except that they both have the most extraordinarily pointy, vampire-like canines) and you couldn't get him to sit still and open his mouth for all the tea in China.
Bedtime.
Cheers! Enjoy the pictures.
put 'em in (I)
Griffith spent about 15 minutes putting the laundry in the washer and then taking it out again. Whatever it takes to keep him entertained.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Making it look easy....
The boys were perfect angels for their television debut -- right up until they were on camera.
They played and toddled and cooed and flirted with the receptionist. They laughed and had a grand time. Then we got on set. Griff had started to whine right before we went on because he was tired (they kept us waiting for forty-five minutes which is a lifetime in toddler time). The lights came on and Allan immediately did a face plant and began gnawing on his shoe like a puppy. I could not get him to quit or look up. Griffith was fine, if whiny, until he dropped part of his Ritz cracker. "Up!" he yelled. Whether he meant 'put me down' or 'pick it up' I don't know, but I didn't cooperate and the next thing I know he is squawling and twisting and in a full backbend on my lap as I am trying to chat sensibly with Barbara and Bill about how the March of Dimes has helped us (Well, they have done a lot of research about lung issues in babies, and, as you can hear, no problems here! Thanks, March of Dimes!) Then, thoroughly ticked off, Griff decided to take a swat at Allan. I was able to catch his hand the first time. The second swipe, though, Griff managed to grab a handful of Allan's hair and give his head a vigorous shake. By the time the two minutes were over, it felt like twenty had passed. Ta-da!!!! Mother of the Year, that's me. Making look easy.
Where was Jay, you might ask? As time to go on approached, he became increasingly reluctant and, when there were only two chairs, he graciously elected to bow out. He dumped Griffith in the lap of Amy, the March of Dimes chick, and retreated. A real prince, he is. Since Griff was clouding up, I swapped her for Allan. Had I known I would have left him in HER lap. Then I could have looked at her disapprovingly -- can't you control that child? 20-20 hindsight.
We will be requesting the video. And showing it at the boys' graduations and wedding rehearsals, etc......
They played and toddled and cooed and flirted with the receptionist. They laughed and had a grand time. Then we got on set. Griff had started to whine right before we went on because he was tired (they kept us waiting for forty-five minutes which is a lifetime in toddler time). The lights came on and Allan immediately did a face plant and began gnawing on his shoe like a puppy. I could not get him to quit or look up. Griffith was fine, if whiny, until he dropped part of his Ritz cracker. "Up!" he yelled. Whether he meant 'put me down' or 'pick it up' I don't know, but I didn't cooperate and the next thing I know he is squawling and twisting and in a full backbend on my lap as I am trying to chat sensibly with Barbara and Bill about how the March of Dimes has helped us (Well, they have done a lot of research about lung issues in babies, and, as you can hear, no problems here! Thanks, March of Dimes!) Then, thoroughly ticked off, Griff decided to take a swat at Allan. I was able to catch his hand the first time. The second swipe, though, Griff managed to grab a handful of Allan's hair and give his head a vigorous shake. By the time the two minutes were over, it felt like twenty had passed. Ta-da!!!! Mother of the Year, that's me. Making look easy.
Where was Jay, you might ask? As time to go on approached, he became increasingly reluctant and, when there were only two chairs, he graciously elected to bow out. He dumped Griffith in the lap of Amy, the March of Dimes chick, and retreated. A real prince, he is. Since Griff was clouding up, I swapped her for Allan. Had I known I would have left him in HER lap. Then I could have looked at her disapprovingly -- can't you control that child? 20-20 hindsight.
We will be requesting the video. And showing it at the boys' graduations and wedding rehearsals, etc......
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