Wow, it looks like it's been a whole month since my last blog, and I'm sure everyone out there is on the edge of their seats waiting to hear from me :) haha.
Grandpa and grandma Margie came to visit today and they brought Ivy one of the best gifts...a princess dress up box. Ivy loves to play dress up with her friend Addison so my mom went and got the same box of stuff that Addison has. It has like 6 dresses, high heeled shoes, earrings, butterfly wings, tiaras, etc...and Ivy is loving every minute of it. I'll be sure to post some pictures soon...
Just a little update about Ada since she turned 4 months old on the 4th. She started rolling over at grandma Margie's on Sunday and hasn't slowed down since. She can roll on her left and right side from back to front. She hasn't started trying to get back to her back yet, but I'm sure that will come soon enough.
Eric and I took both girls to the doctor today, Ivy needed a recheck on her ear infection and Ada needed her 4 month shots and well-baby check. Ada weighed 16 lbs 5oz and was 25". She didn't really cry too much during her shots this time, so that was easier to handle. Toodles...
So Ivy is 28 months old today and she has a new trick up her sleeve...she can open doors (or "doies" as she calls them)! She doesn't know how to twist it like you're supposed to yet, so she just wraps her hand around the handle sideways and pulls it until it opens...pretty smart little chickie. Now, guess how quickly I put a childproof lock on her bedroom doorknob. Don't get me wrong, I think it's great that she's learning new tricks and becoming more independent. But I think naptime is great too. If she knew she could get out of her room, I don't think naptime would exist anymore...not to mention bedtime.
Another exciting thing for Ivy is that she's been using her potty more. We went through a lull where she wouldn't have anything to do with it. Or she'd sit there for a half hour, not go, then go when you put her pull-up back on. She has the best luck when she goes in there all by herself and makes us "stay right there"...can't blame her for not wanting an audience.
So I just have to blog about a call I got at work today because I haven't been able to stop laughing about it. Someone transferred this call to me, so I assumed it was because they specifically needed my help. He said "hi this is Greg, I just need you to double-check the model number on your copier". I almost got up because we're actually having our copier replaced next week. Just then, I remembered that I got a call like this when I worked at Charter. Back then I fell for it; got up, walked all the way over to the copier, checked the model number and reported back to him only to find out that he just wanted to sell me something for it. So this time would be different, "Greg" I said, "Where are you calling from?" I could sense the disappointment in his voice, realizing that I was on to him, "the hole in your butt crack" he says. "What was that?" I replied. He tried to mumble, but I still understood him, "your butt crack". "My butt crack?", I said. "Yeah", he replied. "Nice try Greg" I said with a smile, and hung up on him. I had such sympathy for him though, as I can only imagine how much I would hate cold calling businesses trying to sell them a great deal on toner. Plus, that's about the funniest thing I've heard in a decade, so he scores points there too. Cheers Greg...
Well I foolishly though that since Ivy hadn't had an ear infection since last January that maybe she'd be done with that stuff. I took her to the doctor yesterday because she woke up from her nap crying, saying 'owwie'. She has been a little cranky lately, and I attributed that to a new molar coming in and/or the cough and cold she's had for a week. The doctor said her right ear was infected and the left had some fluid. I was fully expecting to be up all night with her, since I remember keeping my mom up when I had ear infections. She slept all night and didn't make a peep. Hopefully these antibiotics will make her feel better soon so she's back to her old self.
We got family pictures taken today at JCP in Lincoln and it was
Now, back to our experience, as if it's not hard enough to get a two and a half year old and a three month old to cooperate in pictures, they have to have it 90 degrees in the "studio". And since it's winter, we were dressed in winter clothes. If you look close enough, you can probably see the sweat dripping off of our faces...
As I was driving to work today I ran into another pet peeve on the road that I wanted to discuss. I hate it when you're minding your own business, driving along at the speed limit, or maybe just a teensy bit over, and someone pulls out in front of you and goes 10-20 miles under what you were driving. Now don't get me wrong, I am A-OK with someone pulling out in front of me if they make an effort to get up to speed so I don't have to hit the brakes. If I'm in the situation where I need to get out in front of someone, I try to have the pedal to the metal so they don't even have to slow down. If you can't do that for other people, you should just wait until you have a large opening, so you can fiddle fart around on your own time.
Whilst I'm on the subject of driving, I just thought of something else that annoys me. Let's say you want to turn left onto a busy street and you don't have a traffic light. If you're on a street that has ample room for someone else to turn right while you're waiting to turn left, why not scooch as far over to the left as possible. It drives me completely bonkers when I have to sit there for 5 minutes waiting for someone else to turn, when I could've turned right away if they wouldn't have plopped themselves smack dab in the middle of the lane.
I think that most, if not all, of my road peeves are common sense if you're a defensive and courteous driver. Maybe I just think about the other person too much. Anyone have any thoughts on this, am I too demanding? Do I expect too much? Click the bubble below to add comments...
I just wanted to send out an update about Ada since she turned 3 months old today. She's still happy and easy going, sleeping about 10 straight hours at night with about three 1-2 hour naps during the day, I don't know how we got so lucky. She is still a "happy spitter" as her doctor called her. With every meal, I swear that about half of it comes back up. FYI, if you're ever holding her, have a bib and a burp rag handy at all times...you've been warned.
Eric went in to check on Ivy after we put her down for her afternoon nap today. He came rushing out to get the camera and said "you gotta see this". My initial thought was that she had gotten her pull-up off and done something in her bed. Well it wasn't that, but it was just as messy. She got a hold of a bottle of baby powder and couldn't help herself from pouring it all over...
"I suppose it all started with the snow"...those are the first words of Frosty the Snowman and I feel like I could recite that whole movie by now. It's been on at least once a day for a month, so what used to be a great childhood memory of mine now is like listening to fingernails on a chalkboard. Ivy has started saying "first" like we say to her all the time; "Eat your supper first", "Go potty first", you get the picture. So the first thing she says when she wakes up from her nap is "Watch Frosty first!"...how could I say no to that?
