Sophie is sitting up now, which is such a joy! She is very happy to see the world from an upright position. She doesn't fall real often, and is learning to reach her toys pretty quickly. Poor girl gets embarassed when she kabooms, but a few hugs and kisses make everything better.
There are 3 February birthdays in my family. Mandy (February 2), Grandma Irma (February 5), and Steve (February 9). The Hollander family celebrated on January 30. Worked out great - everyone got to be there, including my cousin Jack. Fabulous meal cooked by my dad and cupcakes for dessert. Can't get much better than that!
As a child, this phrase was magical to me! Those two words meant a lovely day at home with not a care in the world. And since we lived in Texas, the snow (more likely ice) would be short lived and we would be able get around later that day. As a parent of a toddler and infant, those two words can invoke a panic attack. :) OK, maybe not that bad, but Zachary had missed school the previous Wednesday, and Monday, and here it is Wednesday again, he's finally better, and school is closed. Drat! It was nice having Daddy home for a bit this morning, though!
We took Sophie to the doctor today since she still had a fever after 2.5 days. Normally, I would not take her for a cough/runny nose until day 10 (Dr. Young and staff finally got through to me). But the nurse and I agreed that 2.5 days with fever over 100 is too long. So in we went and he suspected RSV right away. They did a lovely culture (poor Soph) and got us set up with a nebulizer to try in the office. That went over like a ton of bricks with Sophie, but we finished and she slept for a bit. Culture came back positive and so we were sent home with a nebulizer of our very own and a scrip for albuterol. Breathing treatments are to continue 3x a day till 1/29 and she should be ok to be around other kids 1/30. Poor baby!!
When we eat with Grandma and Grandpa M, the grownups try to get in a few words of grown up conversation. Zachary usually asks what is going on (i.e., why aren't we paying attention to him) and Grandma patiently tells him, "We're talking about our lives." Well, tonight at dinner, he decides if you can't beat them, join them. "Let me tell you about my life, Grandma." After we finish laughing, he regales us with tales of the visit to the trains at the Gaylord Texan.
Zachary has said a couple times that he would like to be a doctor when he grows up. Loves to play with his doctor kit and make us all 'better'. Every parent's dream! Tonight at dinner, he took a roll, and started breaking off little pieces and passing them out. He was giving everyone "peace". Too funny! I guess if the doctor thing doesn't work out, he can always go into the ministry.
Zachary had his Little Gym 'show' today, where all the kids got to perform their skills for the adoring parents that gathered around. He started on the floor and did forward rolls, straddles, jumps, etc. and then went on to the balance beam. Last, he did the bars. At the beginning of the semester, he wouldn't even go in the gym without me. Today he proudly displayed all his skills. I am so amazed at the progress in his self confidence in just a few short months!
Each child got to climb on a podium to get a medal. I am a very proud mama!!
I should remember this more often. Or really just last Friday. After a calm New Year's Eve and Day, I was doing dishes on the 2nd and hand washing my new, sharp knives. I set a knife down to dry and somehow sliced the tip of my left index finger. After 5 hours at the ER, half a syringe of anesthetic (that didn't wear off till Sunday) and 4 stitches, I should be all healed. Yikes!