As some of you may know, our little Peanut and Mama (Sylvia) are pretty much joined at the hip. Peanut is Mama's closest companion and biggest defender. I got a little taste of Peanut's ferocity the other day when S offered me the remainder of a salad she'd been eating (she was done with it). I took one bite and looked up to see Peanut pointing her finger at me and saying "No, Mommy! SPIT IT OUT!! Mama's salad!"
Two years old, here we come!
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Five Favorites
Favorite thing overheard at the breakfast table:
"Mama, mama! Give me some dap!" (Peanut, holding her fist out to Mama for a fist bump.)
Favorite post-dinner activity:
Singing our after-dinner drumming song. When everyone is done eating we push the dishes to the middle of the table and sing a song that includes lots of banging on the table (our drum). The kids always ask, "more?"
Favorite sweet moment:
When Peanut let Little Man hold her hand during the I love you song. He looked at me with a huge smile and said "Mommy! Hand! Hand!!" (Usually Peanut pushes him away; you could tell her allowing him to hold her hand made his day.)
Favorite sound:
Little toddler giggles as Little Man and Peanut chase each other playfully.
Favorite feeling:
Little Man when he crawls up in my lap and hugs me tight with both his arms and his legs. Peanut when she comes over to me as I'm doing dishes and leans her head against my thigh.
"Mama, mama! Give me some dap!" (Peanut, holding her fist out to Mama for a fist bump.)
Favorite post-dinner activity:
Singing our after-dinner drumming song. When everyone is done eating we push the dishes to the middle of the table and sing a song that includes lots of banging on the table (our drum). The kids always ask, "more?"
Favorite sweet moment:
When Peanut let Little Man hold her hand during the I love you song. He looked at me with a huge smile and said "Mommy! Hand! Hand!!" (Usually Peanut pushes him away; you could tell her allowing him to hold her hand made his day.)
Favorite sound:
Little toddler giggles as Little Man and Peanut chase each other playfully.
Favorite feeling:
Little Man when he crawls up in my lap and hugs me tight with both his arms and his legs. Peanut when she comes over to me as I'm doing dishes and leans her head against my thigh.
Friday, January 27, 2012
My Brave Little Kiddos
The kiddos (and I) have had a rough go of it lately. We all had viral pneumonia a couple months back (mine just finally resolved a few weeks ago; thankfully Little Man and Peanut fared better). Then last week Peanut had a nasty stomach virus that landed her in the ER for IV fluids and a Zofran script (poor baby couldn't keep a thing down, not even a teaspoon of pedialyte!). Now this week they battled RSV that morphed into pneumonia again.
Thank goodness they are such good sports about all the medicine and things that go along with being sick. They've had a nebulizer since they were less than 6 months old, and all the prevacid for their reflux (they were on it from 10 and 15 days old to almost a year) taught them how to swallow syringe-full doses of nasty stuff without gagging.
I took this picture with my phone at the doctor's office the other day. They were on their *second* neb treatment (O2 levels weren't high enough after the first one). What little troopers!
Funny sidenote: When they were done they asked to get down off the table, and then both ran to the door of the exam room (the nurse told us to open it when they were finished to signal to the doctor it was time to come back in). They both stood at the door peeking out into the hall calling "Doctor! Where are you?!? Doctor!!"
Thank goodness they are such good sports about all the medicine and things that go along with being sick. They've had a nebulizer since they were less than 6 months old, and all the prevacid for their reflux (they were on it from 10 and 15 days old to almost a year) taught them how to swallow syringe-full doses of nasty stuff without gagging.
I took this picture with my phone at the doctor's office the other day. They were on their *second* neb treatment (O2 levels weren't high enough after the first one). What little troopers!
Funny sidenote: When they were done they asked to get down off the table, and then both ran to the door of the exam room (the nurse told us to open it when they were finished to signal to the doctor it was time to come back in). They both stood at the door peeking out into the hall calling "Doctor! Where are you?!? Doctor!!"
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