Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Wordless Wednesday






































Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Four Months Old!

Henry is four months old, and he tried baby oatmeal this afternoon for the first time.  He loved it.






































Here are Henry's updated statistics from the doctor today:

Height: 24 1/4 inches (25th percentile)
Weight: 14 pounds, 11 ounces (45th percentile)
Head Circumference: 41 cm. (19th percentile)

The doctor is pleased with his growth, and suggested that we start him on cereal right away. She said not to wait, even though he's not feeling too well, because the cereal might cheer him up. It did!

Henry opened his mouth up just like a little bird.





















Everyone in our home is now sick. Nick, while over the croup, still has a very bad lingering cold. Greg has a sinus infection and a bad cough. Henry has an upper respiratory infection that the doctor says isn't the croup. . . yet. We will wait to see if it turns into a barking cough.

Henry's regular well visit was today, but it turned into a sick visit because Henry started running a fever yesterday afternoon, and has had low grade fevers ever since. Last night he was up to 101.5, and the poor guy just wants to be held. He's also coughing and has a bad runny nose. I stayed home with the boys today because Henry's fever was too high to go to daycare.

I am sick, too, but mommies don't get time to take care of themselves. I did pop over to my G.P. to get checked out, and I have bronchitis and the beginnings of a sinus infection. They take this stuff seriously with me because I have asthma and a history of allergies and chronic bronchitis, so I'm on about seven prescription and non-prescription medications for my various illnesses. I'm taking a nebulizer treatment as I type this, in fact.

But even as I wheeze, I am smiling, because check out this video.




I absolutely love seeing my two boys together like this. 

Friday, October 7, 2011








































Henry is contemplating the economic situation and brainstorming solutions. That, or he's working on a poop.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Do I hear a seal? Nope, it's just Nick.

Nick sounds like a seal this week because he's getting over the croup. He's been coughing since Sunday, and it is much worse at night. This picture is from Saturday, before the croup hit. We really thought he just had a cold or allergies. It's that time of year.


























On Tuesday night, however, Nick started barking like a seal. He also had a low-grade fever. Grandma Toni took him to the pediatrician, who immediately identified his cough as the croup. Apparently, our doctor even called in her assistant so she could listen to Nick's cough. I guess it's one of those things you can identify just by sound, and she wanted the assistant to hear it in real life.  The doctor said we shouldn't be too worried because this is very common and Nick is doing well.

The good news is that Nick doesn't seem to be in too much discomfort. We've given him Advil or Tylenol when he's complained or been running a fever, but he hasn't had any since Wednesday. He also doesn't really sound like a seal anymore. His cough is very productive, but he's not coughing very often and he is running around quite a bit. 

The bad news is that he's suffering from what happens to little kids when they're feeling slightly better after an illness, but still aren't in tip-top shape. Nick, you see, has been quite a pain in the, er, neck today. 

He started out the day by throwing his shoe at me because we were out of bananas. Then he threw a screaming fit because I opened the refrigerator door to get his milk instead of letting him do it. At nap time, I had to throw him over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes to get him in bed. He screamed for 25 minutes straight before passing out. I know how it feels to be sick, so I'm trying to have sympathy for him. Trying being the operative term here. 

Here's hoping that Nick wakes up in tip top shape tomorrow.   :)

Monday, October 3, 2011

My Wallpaper Removal Expert

Does anyone need wallpaper removed? I have a short laborer who does decent work, though he makes quite a mess.  Greg finally finished taking down the wallpaper in our living room today, and Nick decided he would help. My nearly-three-year-old can now take down wallpaper with the best of them.







He started out using a spatula and spreading water on the wall. Then, when he figured out that he wasn't actually taking down any wallpaper, he got mad and moved to the stairs. I showed him how to strip the floral wallpaper, and he went to town on it.




So if you'd like some wallpaper removed, just let me know. He can only do the stuff below waist level, but he has mastered the art of wallpaper removal. The only problem is that I'm worried he'll just randomly try to remove other people's wallpaper.  ;)   So beware if we come to your house. 




Sunday, October 2, 2011

Conversations with Henry

My baby boy is growing up. Henry rolled over from back to front last night. Greg put him down on his back, but when he woke up this morning, he was happily snoozing on his tummy.




































This chunky monkey is now wearing the 3-6 month size and he has adorable rolls of tummy fat. He also slept through the night last night, which he has not been doing regularly, until this point. Let's hope he is starting a trend. Greg said that maybe he'll turn over on his tummy every night, and then he'll sleep all the way through.





















Henry is also interacting with us more. He likes to repeat the noises we make, and he thinks Nick is fascinating. While I was sauteing some vegetables for minestrone soup this evening, Henry suddenly became quite the conversationalist.






I love to see Nick and Henry playing together. Today Nick brought Henry one of his cars, so he could "play" too. It made me smile really big to see Nick being such a thoughtful big brother. Henry grinned up at him and tried to grip the toy car.     :)


Saturday, October 1, 2011

Bacon!





















Nick loves bacon. Whenever he smells it he goes crazy. Point in case:






Not sure if you can totally understand Nick-ese, so I'll explain. Nick was yelling out the window to the boys playing across the way. (Who, by the way, couldn't hear him because the window was closed.) He was saying, "The bacon is for Nick. You can't have my bacon!" Then he was demanding that I give him bacon NOW, even though I was still cooking it. That's when I grabbed my camera, because I thought he was being pretty cute. 


Things have been pretty nuts around here, but I figured I'd take a few minutes and tell you about one funny event in a nice, relaxing Saturday morning.  :)