Sunday, October 12, 2014

Mobile Moments, 10/6-10/12

No sooner had we settled into Fall and the ever-cooler weather than the Sickies reared their ugly heads again. I keep thinking it's the worst thing in the world to have a sick child, until I then have two sick children, and now- of course- it's almost always three at nearly the same time. Days are full of snot and crankiness, and nights are perilous, particularly if I make the mistake (as I did last night) of bringing one of my poor sad snifflers into bed with me. The result was a completely sleepless night for both Michael and myself as he proceeded to prove to me that he could, indeed, remain in constant motion for hours at a time- in the middle of the night, no less.

The week didn't start off so horribly, however. Though it feels now like we've all been sick forever, my own cold has only just barely given hints of setting in, and Michael moved beyond occasional coughing only last night. On the previous Friday, when I took Amelia in for her 18-month physical, in fact, she was happy and healthy as can be (well, as happy as is possible when she is short her one and only nap).

She's measuring 32.6" tall now, which puts her in the 74th percentile for height, and weighing in at 27 lbs, 6 oz (93rd percentile for weight). No real surprise to discover as I've noted more than once that she's larger than average but a little smaller than her sister was at the same age. What did manage to surprise me, however (though it shouldn't have, after going through this with Michael), was the variety of questions I had to figure out how to answer on the questionnaire that now comes standard with the 18-month appointment.

I was even more baffled this time around by the question concerning whether or not she could turn her spoon to keep the food from falling out before it reached her mouth, having seen Michael just barely master that skill in the last couple of months. But- hey- of all the skills for my kids to be way ahead in, I guess I'm fine with that one not being one of them.

However, beyond finding myself mystified by the questions themselves, I've been further perplexed by some of  the tests I'm expected to involve my very young child in to get at the answers to them. This is my second experience with the same questionnaire (they didn't hand them out back when I had just Abby), but it seems I've gotten no better at coaxing certain actions out of a young toddler that they certainly might have been capable of doing if only they'd had any interest in participating in the silly tasks I set forth for them to attempt. Got any advice for me on how to make a toddler want to try kicking a ball when she'd much rather wander the room with her older sister's toys clutched in each hand?

Yeah, I went ahead and checked "not yet" for the question concerning whether she could lift her foot to kick a ball as opposed to simply walking into it (because can she? maybe, but will she? definitely not), and moved on. I'm hoping this horrible cold that currently has a hold of most of my household will swiftly do the same. I didn't get a whole lot of candid shots taken this week in the precious time I had before we all started dropping like flies, but if you're feeling cheated you can always revisit the bouncy house photos I finally got around to editing and posting late this week.

I've gotta love it when Abby takes over story time (with her awesome memory for books) so I can take a few more moments to wake myself up in the morning before engaging in anything even remotely mentally taxing.
Not sure what possessed me any of the six times that I attempted this (three for each side) but eventually I managed something resembling little braids, which she fairly quickly destroyed anyway.
What happens when you build a tower taller than yourself? Then you can't see your brother on the other side!
Peek-a-boo! Now I see you!
Livin' large and lookin' cool.

Overheard this week:


Randomly musing while seated on the potty: "If they made toilet paper in a different color, I wouldn't mind that at all."


"Read one more, Abby."


"Strawberry, carrot, cereal, flying baby"

Between Mia and Tom

Looking at their reflection in the mirror
T: "Who's that?"
M: "Mia.!"
T: "And who's that? Can you say Dada?"
M: " Mama. No."