MY kid is the best kid in the entire world*

Stats at 2 year appointment:

35lbs
38.5 inches
Giant melon head

He's off the chart as far as percentiles. Those silly predictors say he'll end up at 6'4"-6'6".  Mine were wrong by an inch (I was shorter), so we shall see...

Part of me is pleased because he's big as if that makes him better.  The other part knows that I'm going to be walking around with a kid who looks 4 and is still in diapers. We're going to take out a second mortgage to feed him. And he is clearly a little boy now.  No more baby.  Except in my heart.



* Of course I think so.  He's my baby.

Little Boy

Look at Little Buddy jumping and you see why this was the crib's last day. 

Ryan says that every time he does a project, Buddy climbs into his lap to "help."  Ryan says he actually looks forward to really working together.

Little Buddy has his own tools, although his make less noise than Dad's.  He cried and cried whenever he used it.  

Toddler bed is in place and he hasn't run amok just yet...

Little Buddy is Two

What a blessing our boy is!  I am so thankful that he is healthy.  He is talking up a storm.  At one point his doctor was a little concerned about his speech.  That was before he got tubes in his ears and he couldn't hear very well.  Of course, he's also my boy and I didn't talk until I was 22 months old.  He speaks short sentences and clearly says words like morning, but we love his little kid words. His stuffed Piglet is Pikado.  Two-wheeled vehicles are Ahkahdo (or Bahkahdo, MahKahDo, HaKahDo...).  It tickles us.

Glamourous!

Tonight we left Zoe's Kitchen with a toddler wrapped in my cardigan.  It would have been cooler if he hadn't been bellowing, "NO FWETER! NO FWETER!"



And of course this was because he stole my giant water glass and drank all of it on the day that I had taken his emergency backup outfit out of the diaper bag to put in a larger size.  Of. Course.

Sadness

We lost a student last week.  So sad.  The kids are devastated.  The adults are devastated.

In related news, the day it happened my kids were taking notes to prepare for reading Macbeth.  The next day we started reading As You Like It.  More comedy! More romance!  Less violence, death, and doom. More cross-dressing!

Mainly it sucks.  And mainly I think of Little Buddy.  How do I protect him when he's 18? How do I protect any of them?  How do I get them to hold on?

BOOTS!

So, after many, many years in Texas, I have a pair of cowboy boots.  I lurve them!

So, what to wear them with?  I need something for a wedding this fall.  It's at a ranch and the wedding is outdoors and the reception is in a barn.  I've been scouring the internet, Pinterest, etc.  Any suggestions?

Rainy Day

 We ran outside and played in the heavy rain for about 10-15 minutes.  We walked out to the street and splashed in the puddles and waded in some shallow water.

I'm still struggling with depression and anxiety, but we have our moments.  Some amazing moments.

Summer Film Festival

I realize that "film" is going to be a stretch, but keeping track of the movies I catch up on this summer...


Anonymous (I couldn't finish it.  I just didn't care.)
Bridesmaids
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
I Am an American
Jane Eyre
Jezebel
Sex and the Single Girl
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf
The Women

A serious case of wait and see

We took Little Buddy to the ENT today and, ironically, the doctor had lost his voice.  He was kind and after asking lots of questions and listening to LB he suggested putting a scope down LB's nose down to his vocal chords.  Sure.  We figured they'd do that--just not that they'd do it today.  So, a syringe of numbing stuff down one nostril and we were off (crying).

In the room across the hall they prepped him and Ryan held LB on his lap while the nurse held his head.  I held one of his feet while the doctor put the scope down.  As you can imagine, LB started to scream.  And then the doc had to do it again.  Anyway.  He showed us on the tape and then had a picture for comparison.

It's called laryngomalacia.  It's a big fancy word for his airway is not totally open... and he makes a lot of noise and... he should grow out of it.  Surgery is a possibility, but usually only in cases where the child has a "failure to thrive."  Our child is like Clifford the Big Red Dog, so clearly that's not the issue.

So, meds for reflux for a month to see if that helps.  Back to the doc in a month.  Wait and see.

Thankful that surgery isn't something they're suggesting and strangely glad that it probably wasn't due to the breathing tube. Just a this is our quirky baby thing.

I love Winnie the Pooh and this has to be the cutest version ever.  His voice is just darling.

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Little Buddy is Six Months!

10/20/11

 

18 lb 13 oz. (86th %ile)

29 in. (97th %ile)

Even his doctor told him to "act his age"!  He's huge, but he's right on track for his development.  Even I sometimes expect more of him since he looks like he's twice his age.

He is the most delightful child.  He smiles and laughs and giggles.  He loves to "read" books and loves it when I sing the "Hush Little Baby" version that I found (all about nature and love and snuggling).

He continues to take his heart medicine and will have a new doctor next time because the doctor who saved his life got a job at another university.

He cut two teeth about a week ago.  The bottom front two.  He was massively drooly, but then, he's been like that for months now.  It didn't seem to hurt him much.  I don't even think that I can hope to have this be how it goes with him.

He has been having trouble falling asleep at night, which has all of us unhappy.  We got lots of advice and we'll see how things go.  Hopefully he'll go back to sleeping through the night.

He's also on his first round of antibiotics due to an ear infection.  He has to take it for another week, but he's already feeling better.

Six months ago was the best and worst day of my life.  I am so lucky to have this sweet little boy in my life.  He just needs to SLOW DOWN.