Well, Will had his 15 month check up today. The doctor said everything looks good, except for, you know, his missing finger tip. Here are the stats:
He is 29 1/4 inches long (6th percentile) weighs 21 lbs 12 oz (don't know the percentile) and his head is 19 5/8 inches around (99th percentile. Obvs.) I would compare this with Kalena at 15 months, but when she was 15 months we'd just moved back here and I hadn't found a pediatrician yet because I was in the process of trying to find an OB who wasn't going to force me into a second c-section, so we missed her 15 month appointment altogether.
Will has started walking on occasion. He still doesn't use it as a method to get around, he just takes a few steps every now and then. It's pretty cute. Maybe one of these days I'll feel like I have another toddler instead of a baby. He still seems like such a baby to me, and I'm pretty sure the not walking plays a big part in that. Well, that and the giant head. Also the fact that he's so cuddly. Kalena has never been much of a cuddler, but Will is and it's very sweet and (to me) babyish.
And since I know everyone was very concerned about it, Will's bear arrived in the mail on Wednesday and he is THRILLED to have him back. Me too since he's back to napping better now that the bear is here.
Kalena has started pretending to sleep when we check on her. At nap or bed time if she's obviously not sleeping we'll go in to tell her to go to sleep, but as soon as she hears the door open she'll hurriedly lay down and shut her eyes really tightly. Then she'll peek out at me from one eye. She's not a very convincing fake sleeper.
So tell me, you parents of older children, do kids get better at it? Because I remember pretending to sleep when my mom would come in to tell my sisters and I to knock it off with the talking and I remember thinking we were AWESOME at faking sleep. I think maybe I was very wrong about that.
We had our first trip to the doctor for an injury today. Kalena shut Will's finger in the door. Well, slammed it in the door. Which cut the tip of his ring finger off. Yes. OFF.
I always told Brian that any time one of our kids had an injury involving lots of blood I'd have to call him to come deal with it. I held out hope that I was wrong, that if such a crisis arose I would pull myself together and deal with it. NOPE. When I realized how much blood there was today the FIRST thing I did was call Brian. (Okay, right after I stuck a clean washcloth on it.) Then I sat on the floor with the washcloth pressed against the wound and tried not to pass out. I couldn't even look at it. In fact, I had leave the room at the pediatrician after all the talk about his finger, and how the tip was GONE. And then I almost passed out in the hallway on the way out. (Yes, for real. I tend to get a little lightheaded.)
I feel horrible about it all. I mean, I know there's nothing I could have done. It's not like he fell down stairs I left un-gated, or cut himself on scissors I left within reach. You pretty much can't avoid having doors in the house. And, as many times as I've lectured her, apparently I can't avoid Kalena slamming them. But still, I feel AWFUL. Seriously awful. And not just about the finger either (which, by the way, the doctor assured us will pretty much grow back. No, they didn't reattach the tip, even though Brian found it and brought it.) but about how I couldn't deal with it. Brian missed 4 hours of work because I can't handle blood. He's the one that looked at how bad it was, he found the finger tip and wrapped it up properly, he held Will while various doctors and nurses checked him out. I sat with Kalena in the waiting room, and then sat at home while she napped and Brian moved on to another doctor. I felt completely useless.
In short, it sucked. Now we have a prescription for antibiotics, a prescription for tylenol with codeine and this pathetically bandaged little guy.
Nothing like a finger getting chopped off to make me feel good about my parenting abilities.
You guys. I forgot Will's bear in Pueblo. PUEBLO! For those of you unfamiliar with Colorado geography, that's a SIX HOUR drive from here. And that's where his bear is. His bear that he ALWAYS sleeps with. His bear that is his comfort anytime there are tears. THE bear.
Kari promised to put it in the mail for me tomorrow morning, but it's going to be a rough couple of days until it gets here.
It's been pretty warm here, so on Sunday I dressed Kalena in one of her new spring dresses for church. She doesn't have any spring/summer church shoes yet, so I offered her a choice of her black sparkly shoes, her silver shoes, or her brown suede shoes with the ruffles. And she chose...
So. Better than last week, but still not as good as it was. Not expecting this week to do good things for the number either. My mom is on Spring Break so Kari and Jonathan and Amelia are visiting which means LOTS of eating out.
Anyway. I'm sure you're getting sick of these posts, but Biggest Blogging Loser is almost over so then I'll stop. Until I get to my actual goal weight and then I'll post some obnoxiously cheerful something. (You're looking forward to that one, I know.)
So. My 10 year high school reunion is this year. Were I still living in Texas I would definitely not be going. It just wouldn't be worth the trip. But I don't live in Texas, I live here. Here where I went to high school. In fact, I live just down the street from my high school. That being the case, I think that not going makes a statement. And I think that statement says, "I hated high school."
I didn't hate high school. It wasn't the best time of my life by any means but I didn't hate it. I'm pretty indifferent to seeing most of the people I graduated with, but maybe it would be fun? I DON'T KNOW. Maybe I'll wait to see who else is coming. (It's already set up as a group on Facebook you know.)
And just for kicks, here's what I looked like the year I graduated high school.
This picture is of my and my sisters (Kirsta on the left and Kari on the right) on the formal night of the family reunion cruise we took that year. And my hair isn't crazy short, it's up. One the few pictures I actually have scanned instead of just in a book.
Did you go to your high school reunion? Or, will you be going if yours is coming up?
Will didn't nap this afternoon. He cried. And talked. And rolled around in his crib for an hour. But he didn't nap. So I got him up, and just a few seconds later I heard Kalena make some noise. Usually I leave her for awhile, to make sure she's ready to get up, but since Will was up already I figured I'd go in and get her. I jumped the gun a little though, she wasn't quite awake. I was holding Will, and we turned around to leave. And Will? Burst into tears. He was heartbroken that Kalena wasn't going to come play with him. I mean seriously sad. I ended up going back in and rocking him in the glider in Kalena's room until she woke up. She was happy to see him when she woke up, but not as happy as he was for her to be awake.
Once again I am glad that Will is a second child. He needs Kalena around for the company. And once again I'm glad she's such a willing playmate. My life would be MUCH more complicated otherwise.
All of a sudden Will is signing and saying please. He just started up today (randomly) and now he'll do it every time I ask. He does the sign and "says" please along with it. It's more of a sound than a word, but he does it every time and it sounds like an imitation of Kalena's "pwease." It's pretty adorable. And I'm remembering how hard it is to resist the adorableness of manners in a 15 month old. He may be getting what he wants MUCH more often for awhile.
For the record, the is his second sign. The only other one he does is milk. It's also his second word. The only other word he says is mama. He says that one QUITE clearly. Also often. Still no walking though. Brian is convinced he'll be reading us books before he walks. I'm sure the walking (or not) will get discussed at Will's 15 month appointment in a few weeks. And, of course, a few weeks is a long time when you're talking about developmental milestones.
We FINALLY took the side off Kalena's crib. She still flat out refuses to sleep in the twin bed that's in her room. So far it's been great. Her moon/sun night light has so far ensured that she doesn't get out of bed too early in the morning, and my insistence that she absolutely not get out of bed after nap until I come get her has also been effective. So one of these days we may actually have an empty crib again.
Remember way back when we tried moving Kalena to a toddler bed the first time? Yeah, June of last year. And then that totally didn't work out. But in that second post I said something about not knowing what to do if Kalena was still sleeping in a crib when Will got to big for the pack-n-play. BUY A SECOND CRIB. We did since it was pretty obvious Kalena wouldn't be moving out of her crib anytime soon. Actually, we bought two cribs because we were planning on buying a house and that way we could leave the one for my parents. (And have cribs that match. Not that it matters since they aren't in the same room.) Anyway. I'm glad we didn't make her sleep in a bed before she was ready (I don't even want to think about the fights that would have happened if we'd kept making her sleep in the toddler bed with as bad as it was after just a few days.) Also glad that if hypothetical third baby happens before Will is out of his crib that it won't be an issue. (COMPLETELY HYPOTHETICAL third baby. Despite Kari and Laura's desire for it to be real actual third baby.)
My kids have recently become enamored of a book of nursery rhymes that my parents bought for us for Christmas (in 2009 maybe?) It's this book:
(photo credit to amazon.com)
It's a cute book, one nursery rhyme per two page spread with big beautiful illustrations. (That is why Will tolerates it.) It's the classics, of course. Some have slightly different wording than I'm used to, and others have verses I'm not familiar with, or are missing verses I know. But there is one in there that I had NEVER heard before. It goes like this:
Come under my hat,
And I'll give you a slice of bacon;
And when I bake
I'll give you a cake
If I am not mistaken.
Have you ever heard that nursery rhyme? I'm surprised to find a new (to me) nursery rhyme at 28, but I guess that's what happens when you've got toddlers. Weird.