Monday, February 22, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Nature Rocks
Bailey LOVES the outdoors. He can't get enough of the outdoors, neither can I. I can't wait to work on my garden. I wonder if I can build my garden boxes on my own?
I might have to build a box for Bailey too. Every kid has a sandbox, yet a friend of ours has a rock box. It's filled with tiny rocks instead of sand. It's great fun for tractors and diggers!
Speaking of rocks, lately, Bailey has been into tasting rocks. We've visited friends that have river rocks in their yard, he will sit down and sample a pile of rocks. Or he'll carry one in each hand, walk two feet, and trade them in for another pair. Sampling included.
So, yes, I know what you are saying, "Don't make him a rock box". "Eh", I say, "he won't be sampling rocks forever."
I might have to build a box for Bailey too. Every kid has a sandbox, yet a friend of ours has a rock box. It's filled with tiny rocks instead of sand. It's great fun for tractors and diggers!
Speaking of rocks, lately, Bailey has been into tasting rocks. We've visited friends that have river rocks in their yard, he will sit down and sample a pile of rocks. Or he'll carry one in each hand, walk two feet, and trade them in for another pair. Sampling included.
So, yes, I know what you are saying, "Don't make him a rock box". "Eh", I say, "he won't be sampling rocks forever."
Sunday, February 7, 2010
recovery
Bailey is recovering well and into mischief once again. Slowly gaining back his appetite as I lose mine. He's still in monkey phase where he insists on taking up residence on my hip as I try to cook, clean, or even put on my own socks.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Face up to wake up
...that saying rings through my mind as I'm lurched awake by the sound of my child in the crib (thankfully next to me) choking on his own vomit. I spring from the bed roll him on his side against his will but in the best interest of his poor little lungs.
when he finally fully wakes up he clings to me while I clean out his crib.
I lay several layers of towels down on my bed (of course he misses them the first time around). Each time I drift off to sleep I am woken by a baby flinging himself on his back and vomiting. WHY does he keep doing that?
By three o'clock, 10 dirty towels, and a two loads of laundry we find a sleep button and set it for three hours. Did I mention that we are laying sideways on my very small bed, my pillow hanging off the edge and Bailey's face so close to mine I can smell the scent of we need a shower and I need some Airborne?
By afternoon and a little help from my mom, Bailey is keeping most of his Pedialyte, milk, and crackers down. The doctor prescribes him anti-nausea medication and he's off to his dad's so I can sleep tonight. (Thank you!)
I hope the little guy sleeps good tonight, he has to be exhausted.
when he finally fully wakes up he clings to me while I clean out his crib.
I lay several layers of towels down on my bed (of course he misses them the first time around). Each time I drift off to sleep I am woken by a baby flinging himself on his back and vomiting. WHY does he keep doing that?
By three o'clock, 10 dirty towels, and a two loads of laundry we find a sleep button and set it for three hours. Did I mention that we are laying sideways on my very small bed, my pillow hanging off the edge and Bailey's face so close to mine I can smell the scent of we need a shower and I need some Airborne?
By afternoon and a little help from my mom, Bailey is keeping most of his Pedialyte, milk, and crackers down. The doctor prescribes him anti-nausea medication and he's off to his dad's so I can sleep tonight. (Thank you!)
I hope the little guy sleeps good tonight, he has to be exhausted.
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