tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83149102271580029492024-02-18T20:41:54.073-05:00We're In This TogetherTiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.comBlogger388125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-57466943618194006872017-08-24T09:40:00.002-04:002017-08-24T09:40:51.217-04:00Thank you doesn't seem enoughWhat do you say to someone when "thank you" just doesn't seem to say enough? Is there another phrase that means more than "thank you" or "I appreciate you"?<br />
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Yesterday, Gavin went to Miss Andrea's for the last time. Next week, he starts his week of summer camp at his new preschool (work starts again for me) followed by Pre-K 3 the week after. Gavin has been going to Miss Andrea's for 2 years now. He loves her and talks about her all the time. Andrea was so patient with him and just knew him. She knew how to handle his difficulties with transitions, what he was really trying to do when he told her "my belly hurts", and how to convince him he didn't really need to take a nap to handle a new situation. Andrea knew how to help him do messy paint projects by telling him she would immediately wipe off his hand/foot when she was done. She loved on him and loved him like he was her own. What are we going to do without that? Who is going to snuggle him until he has adjusted to the setting? Am I going to get a phone call every day telling me to put my kid to bed earlier because he is always saying he wants to sleep or to come get him because he has a belly ache? Change is hard. I don't like change. Gavin really doesn't like change. Change is HARD. Did I say that already?<br />
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So, Andrea, thank you. Thank you for being you and for caring for my child. Thank you for waking up each day ready (with the help of coffee) to help shape my child (and other children) and help him grow. Thank you for your love and patience. Thank you for always telling me about how his day was and what funny things he did while I was at work. Thank you for all the wonderful gifts you helped him make for Carl and me. Thank you for laughing behind his back when he was acting a fool as soon as I arrived to pick him up (because, we all know he only acted that way once I arrived). Thank you for knowing how to help him regulate when he was overly emotional at your house over something like having to take his shoes off. You are amazing. It takes a special person to care for little ones and I'm so glad we found you. From the bottom of our hearts, thank you, we appreciate you, and you will be terribly missed!<br />
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<br />Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-8141542342728715662015-07-11T21:12:00.000-04:002015-07-11T21:12:35.207-04:00Chuh-chuh-chuh-ChangesIt is a season of change in this house. This "Type A" personality of mine is going crazy with all the change! It is, for the most part, good change. Each of us in this house is having something changing (or just recently changed).<br />
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-Family: We traded in my car and purchased a minivan! I'm in love. I had always said I would NEVER drive a minivan. Never say never, huh? I don't have to worry about Hunter hitting his car door into another car door, no bending down to get them in, super roomy. It's great! I'm officially "old" as Kelly says.<br />
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-Carl: Lost his job he had for 10 years, but snagged an amazing job a few weeks later. The timing couldn't have been any better. He absolutely loves it! I'm so happy for him.<br />
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-Hunter: This is his last session at GBMS. We are so, so sad. I know he will do fine going into his public kindergarten classroom, but when you've had it planned in your head even before birth that he would stay there until 1st grade, it's a hard transition (for me, not for him). Everyone Hunter has had the pleasure to be with at GBMS is so loving and caring, I'm really going to miss that.<br />
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-Gavin: Our wonderful sitter will be finished in August. I'm so sad over this. She has been amazing. Gavin has grown to love his "Lele" and even this week snuggled up to her when I told him it was time to leave! She gave us plenty of notice, so we were able to find a new lady who seems very nice and was upbeat and energetic. Gavin is a creature of habit, so I'm sure the first week will be hard, but he will warm up and get there!<br />
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-Tiffany: My last day with our local pediatric outpatient facility will be August 6. I have accepted a position with our local school system. It is very bittersweet. I'm excited for all the time I will now have with my boys, but it's going to be very hard to leave. The ladies there are like family and they have helped me grow as a therapist in so many ways.<br />
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<br />Carlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14263858161552795593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-71566830234983543252015-06-24T18:38:00.000-04:002015-06-24T18:38:48.151-04:00Hunter turns 5<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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How did that happen?! I have no idea where 5 years went! I can't believe my first born will be starting kindergarten in the fall!<br />
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Hunter is my sweet boy. At his party, he was blowing kisses. "I'm blowing kisses to Aunt Kelly. Don't worry mom, I still have some for you!" He plays so nicely with Gavin and loves on him all the time. He does have his moments where I want to pull out my hair because of something he has said or because he is choosing to ignore me. That is the phase he's in now... I'm going to ignore you. Every year, it's something new.<br />
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Hunter loves to learn. He is always asking lots of questions because he has to know how everything works or why it is around. He is a problem solver and gets very frustrated when he can't make something work without asking for help. His teacher has complimented him on how he will look at an example of something they are working on to figure out what he's to do next instead of just asking.<br />
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He is reading sight words and sentences with sight words. He is starting to sound other words out. He can identify and write all of his letters and identify their sound. I'm very impressed with the curriculum at GMS.<br />
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He completed his last school year at GMS. He will continue there for the summer program, but will start in public school come fall. I'm a hot mess of emotions. I know the love and attention he receives at GMS and it's going to be a harder transition for me than it will be for him. We are currently looking for a place for him for after school care.<br />
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He completed another year at The Little Gym in the sports skills program. He loves it. We are taking a break this summer for the first time since we started at 3 months.<br />
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He continues to love dinosaurs and books about dinosaurs. He has also started to be interested in super heroes, Legos, and cars. Trains are starting to fade as an interest and I think we will be moving those to the attic soon.<br />
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Hunter enjoys his time with friends, but he still likes his alone time as well. Sometimes he sneaks off to his room for time to himself. He is becoming more adventurous. He is riding rides at Busch Gardens that he would not go near last year. He is becoming more comfortable in the water and his sensory issues with water on his head/in his ears are beginning to become less and less. He has even tried new foods recently.<br />
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This year, I asked him the same interview questions as I did last year. I love seeing his answers and comparing them to what he had said last year.<br />
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toy: my bike<br />
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Fruit: strawberries<br />
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T.V. show: Voltron<br />
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thing to eat for lunch: A sandwich<br />
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game: PBS Kids (computer)<br />
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snack: Graham crackers<br />
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animal: Lion<br />
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book: Runny Babbit<br />
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song: Centuries<br />
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friend: Quinn<br />
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thing to do outside: Ride my bike<br />
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drink: Slurpee<br />
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holiday: Easter<br />
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thing to take to bed at night: My loveys<br />
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thing to eat for breakfast: Pancakes<br />
<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">What do
you want to be when you grow up: A paleontologist<br />
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<br />Carlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14263858161552795593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-64413714469578328212015-06-24T13:18:00.000-04:002015-06-24T13:18:28.634-04:00Gavin at 15 monthsGavin is now 16 months and I'm just late writing this, but he did have his appointment on time.<br />
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At his 15 month check-up:<br />
-Weight: 25 pounds, 12 ounces (65%ile)<br />
-Height: 31 inches (45%ile)<br />
-Head Circumference: 50 cm (off the chart)<br />
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It's so interesting to see how percentiles change over the years. Hunter was .5 inches taller than Gavin at his 15 month check-up and was in the 75%ile for height and weighed 8 ounces less but was in the 90%ile for weight.<br />
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Gavin wasn't having any part of this visit. As soon as I put him on the table to undress him the screaming started. "Up! Up! Noooo!" He pushed the nurse away, fought when she tried to measure his head, push Dr. Scott away. I'm not used to this. He is the total opposite of Hunter. Hunter was always one to go with the flow, not fight you, even if he didn't care for what was happening. Not Gavin. If he doesn't want to do it, he's putting up a fight. He's been like that since day 1. He wants what he wants and he lets you know!<br />
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We have to take him to a pediatric dentist. There are some spots on the bottom of his teeth that I noticed so I brought it up. Dr. Scott would like him to be seen and our dentist does not see kids this young.<br />
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A week after his appointment, I noticed his eye doing weird things. It's so hard to explain, but it is like it is delayed in tracking. It becomes very noticeable when he is tired. Of course, I didn't have him on my dental or vision plans, so I'm waiting for the new plan to kick in come July so he can be seen.<br />
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He is taking a few steps, but not full out walking. He has very controlled movement when standing up or sitting back down and he can bend his knees to squat and then come back up.<br />
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He has over 50 words in his expressive vocabulary and is combining two words together. He loves to read, he loves his "Buhbuh" (Hunter), and is the biggest Daddy's boy ever!<br />
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<br />Carlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14263858161552795593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-31946584931756955572015-05-27T22:15:00.002-04:002015-05-27T22:15:34.697-04:00Spring Time Update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been slacking with the blogging (go figure). It's hard to find time to sit down and blog after working until 5, coming home, eating dinner, getting the boys ready and in bed, then trying to spend a little time with Carl before we head to bed. Blogging just doesn't always fit into that schedule.<br />
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Carl's job recently downsized. After 10 years with the company, he lost his job. It was a blessing in disguise. He hit the ground running looking for a job and landed one with a large, commercial real estate company. He is one of 5 (or maybe even 4) IT people for this company. They have locations in Richmond, Roanoke, Virginia Beach, Newport News, a few offices in North Carolina and South Carolina. The benefits he will be receiving are amazing. He is currently in a week long training and is enjoying what he is learning and the people he will be working for. I'm so excited for him.<br />
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Hunter has almost completed his last preschool year at GBMS. I'm so, so sad! My plan (when he was first born) was to have him go there through kindergarten, but life happens. He will go to our public school for kindergarten and an after school program until we can pick him up. He has really enjoyed his teachers and the school and I'm just a nervous wreck. I know he will be fine and this will be harder on me than him. I'm very comfortable with the staff, we know everyone, and I know he is very much loved there. Sigh. Academically he is doing great! He is in Reader 4, just finished his first math book (he is adding on his own without having to use the counter cubes now), and is in his second phonics book. I'm positive he is ready for kindergarten. I am so proud of that little boy. I had an awesome parent/teacher conference with his teacher earlier this month. I almost cried when we were talking about what he would be doing next school year. He will remain there in the summer though, so I'm very excited about that.<br />
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Gavin is still his crazy self. He has the biggest attitude I have ever seen on a 15 month old! I didn't know they knew to hit when they were mad or to throw something that has hurt/upset them! We don't hit Hunter nor does Hunter hit anyone, so I have no clue where he has learned this (maybe they are born with this and I just don't remember Hunter doing that). He is standing independently and can go from a crawl position to a stand independently. He is <i>still</i> not walking. I'm pretty sure he could, I think he just has to build the confidence. Once he does, I'm sure we are in all kinds of trouble! He is up to 50 spontaneous words and imitates just about anything you ask him to (and ones you don't). I'm very impressed with his language skills. Today he asked, "Buhbuh (Hunter) go?" when Hunter went into the play area at Chickfila. Yesterday it was, "My dada!" and "Dada kisses!" with /s/ in both places.<br />
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As for me, nothing new. Still at the outpatient center for the children's hospital. Love my coworkers and my kids on caseload. I have a good variety of disorders and have a couple of feeders now (for a while I had none). I also just earned another ASHA ACE. This means I've earned 70 hours of continuing education within 36 months. I was pretty shocked when I checked the mail yesterday and discovered that. I don't remember all those hours, but I apparently completed them!<br />
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And 10 years ago this month, Carl and I started dating. I cannot believe it's been 10 years! I can't wait to see what the future holds!<br />
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<br />Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-75990831991961792542015-03-01T20:29:00.002-05:002015-03-01T20:29:34.081-05:00Gavin's 12 month check upI was a little worried that the snowmageddon we got hit with this past week was going to close our pediatrician's office (this happened to us on Hunter's 6 month check-up). Thankfully, his appointment was scheduled for 9:30 and they had a delayed opening at 9. It is very hard to get an appointment with my favorite pediatrician, so I always schedule their check-ups as soon as the schedule comes out.<br />
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Gavin weighed 25 pounds, 3 ounces (80%ile) and was 30.31 inches long (65%ile). Short and chubby like his mama. He has a 95%ile head circumference. This is why hats that are made for his age do not fit.<br />
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I discussed with Dr. Scott Gavin's crazy tantrums. It is like the exorcist- he throws himself backwards so hard I'm afraid he has suffered multiple concussions. If he's in your lap, he will arch so far backwards and keep himself like that. According to Dr. Scott, he has not hurt himself badly enough to learn not to do that. He assured me he would one day. I'm sure we will be making a trip to the ED for that one.<br />
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He did say, "Even though you tell me about these tantrums, every time I see him he is just a happy kid. Very social." This is while Gavin is bear walking around the room because the floor is too cold to put his knees down. Gavin was good and let Dr. Scott listen to his lungs and look in his ears without a fight this time.<br />
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Gavin had his hemoglobin checked and his vaccines. The nurse came in to do his hemoglobin first, without the vaccine tray. I assumed she would prick his toe like they did with Hunter. Nope, they did his finger. Poor buddy, that stuff hurts! This child does not clot well. It looked like a murder scene in that office! He would not let her put a band-aid on, so he was flinging blood everywhere as I tried to keep pressure on his finger. She left, then came back with another nurse to administer his vaccines. Meanwhile, Gavin is still screaming and fighting me while I try to put him on his back on the table. He was not happy with those nurses when it was all over. His finger finally stopped bleeding and he was able to get dressed. Good news- he's not anemic!<br />
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Since his last update, Gavin has been working hard on new skills. He is consistently using the signs for "eat", "more", and "milk". We are working on "all done". He has added two new words: apple and owl. Today, he was able to climb stairs all by himself (I was spotting him). He also pushed from his bear walk up to a stand and held it for 1-2 seconds before sitting back down (all controlled movements).<br />
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Here's Hunter's <a href="http://rhodesfamily08.blogspot.com/2011/06/12-month-appointment.html">12 month </a>stats as a comparison.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-17640940537834904112015-02-18T08:58:00.001-05:002015-02-18T08:58:16.638-05:001 whole year!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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You arrived 10 days past your due date. You do things on your own time. Crawling? Eh, I'll wait until I'm almost a year. You want me to walk? Talk to me when I'm about 15 months old. Rolling over? I'll do it once at 3 months, then not again until I'm 7 months.<br />
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Those first few months were rough, buddy. We had colic, reflux, milk/soy allergy, eczema, frequent night time wakings. Daddy and I were EXHAUSTED! Those months feel like a big blur. I'm not exactly sure how we got here. Once separation anxiety hit, it was so hard to get anything accomplished. If you even thought we might be leaving (you know, we changed the position of our legs as we sat on the floor), you started to scream.<br />
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But then you started crawling. Oh, glorious crawling! You were able to follow us where we went. Sometimes throwing yourself out Superman style once you got to us and felt you should be picked up. Your whole attitude changed once you were on the go. Even Miss Kimberly said you were a totally different child. Now you just chased her into the kitchen when she left a room you were in. Her son even made the comment to Daddy today, "I can't remember the last time I heard Gavin cry." Music to my ears.<br />
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You continue to be my sensitive boy. Loud noises frighten you and anything louder than an inside voice has you "Uhhh, uhh!!" looking me in the eyes, needing to know what that noise was and who made it. If I don't say, "It's okay, it was just....." you continue to look at me and make distress noises. You do not like when we raise our voice at the dog (or yell at him because he is trying to get something he isn't supposed to have) or if Hunter gets into trouble. This typically causes you to cry, big, sad tears.<br />
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Books, balls, bubbles and putting things in/out of containers are currently your favorite activities. When we are in your rocking chair you constantly request "boo(k)", even after we've read 5 and the lights are now out. If you even see the bubble container or wand "bubble! bubble!" (this makes for a fun first 40 minutes at The Little Gym because you see the bubble container the whole time and constantly ask for them).<br />
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Transitioning to a hard top, small spout sippy cup is not going well. You will take the soft nipple sippy cups no problem. Bottles will not be hard to throw out, but those sippy cups are basically bottles, just flatter nipples.<br />
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Your word count/environmental-animal noises is: ball, book, bubble, mama, dada, buhbuh, Hunter, woof, roar, uh oh, hat, on, night-night, bye, hi, hello, nana, bank (blankie), door, duck, baba, tree, that. You will imitate words (the other day you imitated "summer" during a Frozen song in the car that you hear a billion times a week). You can follow simple commands with and without gestural cues, you respond to "come up/come here/sit down", you look for things when asked, "Where's ____". You will sign more/eat occasionally. If I wait for you to do one after modeling it for you, you will quickly sign it.<br />
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Gross motor wise, you will get in and play in high knees, can pull to a stand (but your feet are facing out when you stand up), and can walk with max assistance. You are crawling and are super fast.<br />
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You are sleeping through the night, to about 4/4:30 (occasionally later, usually when it's Daddy's turn to get up with you), but then you go back to sleep after your milk until at least 6. Sometimes around 2:30/3, you begin to cry/whine in your crib, but it's usually because you have wedged yourself in a weird angle and can't roll out of it without hitting the side of the crib. You work it our yourself. You love sleeping with your lovey blanket.<br />
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We've also made it a year in cloth diapers! Woohoo!<br />
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Your birthday party was a blast! We missed a lot of our friends because they fell victim to illness, but we still had a bunch of our other friends! You hate the parachute, even with Hunter sitting on it with you. The cake wasn't a big hit; you weren't a fan of how sweet it was (or the fact that your hands were messy). But overall, it was great and you loved being with family and friends!<br />
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Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-64786991831017425242015-02-18T08:47:00.000-05:002015-02-18T08:47:01.797-05:00First broken boneIf I had to place bets, I would have bet Gavin would be the first one to break a bone. I would have lost money. Hunter broke his arm last Friday, doing what he does best, tripping over his own feet. I've never claimed he is my most graceful child. He is clumsy and runs into walls and door frames on an hourly basis.<br />
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He was in his The Little Gym class doing extreme sports, running into the mats on the wall, trying to run up them, doing backwards rolls off of the donut, etc. No injuries. He goes to run to the wall as instructed, trips over his own feet, and with a straight arm tried to catch himself. He told me, "I landed with my arm straight, then it bent. Then I made it straight to stand up, but when I pushed on it, it bent again." This came as we were in the pediatrician's office. When he first came out (I didn't see the fall, the 11 month old loves my attention during Hunter's class), he was crying and holding his arm. He had been in class about 50 minutes and had had preschool right before class. He is usually pretty tired by this point. I thought he was hurt, but also being tired made him cry a little more. So I asked him if he was ready to go home or go back into class. He walked back into class holding his arm (read: mommy fail). By the time class was over (maybe 10 minutes or less later), he came out still holding his arm and was crying again. He was also shaking and chattering his teeth.<br />
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We got all his stuff on, Miss Mindy carried Gavin to the car so I could carry Hunter. As I was heading to his pediatrician's office (this building has x-ray and ortho in it) I called to make sure they could fit us in. The office was able to and my favorite pediatrician was doing all the same day "sick" appointments. By the time Dr. Scott was walking in, Carl had arrived from work. Dr. Scott said it could either be a fracture or a nurse's maid arm. He was not comfortable doing the maneuver until he knew for sure there was not a break. We were sent to x-ray and Dr. Scott instructed the radiologist to do a wet read (they read the x-ray right away). We went back up to the ped's office. As we were sitting in the room, I could hear Dr. Scott on the phone calling down to ortho saying there was a four year old with a broken arm. Sigh.<br />
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We went back a week later to get his cast on. The did another x-ray to make sure how they had his arm set in the splint was working. His little elbow had a bruise and was still pretty swollen. He picked white for his cast (which glows in the dark) because he wants to make an Ironman arm out of his cast.<br />
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<br />Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-51002171730420276312015-01-15T19:18:00.000-05:002015-01-15T19:18:13.929-05:00Gavin at 11 monthsAhhh! This chunkamonk will turn 1 next month! How did this happen? The saying is so true, "The days are long, but the years are short." Guess I need to start getting the invitations for his party ready!<br />
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At 11 months....<br />
-Your words are: dada, bubu (our nickname for Hunter), Hunter, baba (bottle), bubble, hi, hello, tree (approximation), book, ball, mama, nana (banana), night-night (approximation). You make a dinosaur noise, a dog noise, and continue to use "uh oh" appropriately. You yell for dada and sometimes mama when you are in your crib. You are also imitating a lot of words, but will not use them on your own. You imitated "Keykey" (Kaylee's nickname), heater, hat, and some others that I can't remember.<br />
-You were put on a diet by one of the nurse practitioners at our pediatrician's office. You were throwing up what appeared to be randomly, then were your happy self. No fever, no diarrhea, just vomit. Carl took you in and she said you were getting entirely too much formula with how much table food you eat. She wanted three, 4 ounces bottles a day. 4 ounces doesn't cut it for you in the morning and before bed, so we do 6 ounces at those feedings and a 4 ounce bottle at lunch. This has worked amazingly! No more vomiting, no more reflux. They had filled a prescription for Zyntac, but since it cleared up on its own, we never gave you the medicine.<br />
-You are crawling! Slow and steady. You are still working on the muscle movement memory, but you can. You also can get back into a sitting position from your belly.<br />
-We had to move your crib down. You were fighting your nap and were rolling all over your bed. You sat up in the corner and realized you could reach the top rail. You pulled yourself up! I watched the whole thing on the monitor. You were so proud of yourself when I walked in. Stinker!<br />
-You are so dramatic! The other morning, you had pooped, so we had to go get your wipes out of the dryer. You were so mad that I wasn't taking you into our room to snuggle, you threw a fit. You kept reaching towards the door and yelling, "Dada!" You love to throw your head and body backwards when you are angry. We have to tell you "no" very sternly to try to teach you that it's not okay (one day you are going to crack your head open!).<br />
-We are in the thick of separation anxiety! We can't walk an inch from you without you crying.<br />
-You continue to love Hunter, but get jealous if he sits in our lap. You will come over to us and try to push Hunter out or climb over top of him to get in our lap.<br />
-You had your first hair cut this week. Your hair was a hot mess; it is very thin and you have two cowlicks. There was nothing we could do (except maybe put gel in your hair) to tame the wildness! So, we cut it. You look more like a little boy now.<br />
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-You are cutting your two bottom molars. That will put your teeth count to 10. Hopefully the top two cut soon so we can just get it all over with, ha.<br />
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<br />Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-19164796752988786732015-01-03T10:52:00.000-05:002015-01-03T10:52:47.386-05:00Christmas and New Year's EveWe had a wonderful Christmas. This year, I took off the Tuesday and Wednesday before Christmas and already have Fridays off. It was nice to spend so much time with the boys.<br />
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On Christmas Eve, we let the boys open the gifts they got for each other. Gavin "picked out" a blue stuffed owl (to match Hunter's pink one) and Hunter picked out a stuffed dinosaur for Gavin. They both took their animals to bed with them.<br />
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We keep Christmas simple for the kids. Hunter got his Roboraptor he had been asking for and two books from Santa and then a game, How To Train Your Dragon 2 (which I got the wrong one, mommy fail, but we went and got the right one), and an Ironman action figure. Gavin got a ride on toy (one that was Hunter's, then Charlotte borrowed it for a while, and now it's back here), a music shaker, and a book from Santa. We got him a book, a shape sorter, and a ball tower. They were spoiled by our families! They brought home lots of clothes, toys, and books! Hunter has a huge dinosaur stuffed animal (almost as tall as he is) that sleeps in his bed every night.<br />
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I got an early Christmas present in December (not by choice). We bought a new (to us) car. My car was totaled in an accident (I'll write a post later once every thing is totally finished with it) that was the fault of the lady behind me (not paying attention).<br />
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On New Year's Eve, we went to Harry and Kelly's once we got off of work. We go there every year, but seem to leave earlier every year (must be getting old.... or just have too young of kids, ha). Hunter has a blast playing with Emma and Alyssa and Gavin just enjoys watching them run around. Hunter got to enjoy sparklers for the first time.<br />
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<br />Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-71742573846074136672014-12-15T20:43:00.000-05:002014-12-15T20:43:46.180-05:00Family picturesWe had our family pictures taken again this year (always at Christmas, for our card). We used <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jennileephotography.jlp/timeline">Jenni Lee Photography</a>. I'm in love with our pictures! I can't wait to have them framed!<br />
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<br />Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-32303247617813134702014-12-15T20:31:00.000-05:002014-12-15T20:31:57.999-05:00Gavin at 10 months<br />
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Only 2 months until this little (big) guy is a year old! How can that be?! It goes even faster with the second baby! At 10 months...<br />
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-We are still fighting your eczema. Some days are good and others are really not good. Right when I think it's under control, your leg will go crazy. It's usually your right one. I'm really hoping you grow out of it, or just get small spots like your big brother, but I'm thinking that this will likely be a life long thing for you.<br />
-Your reflux has been acting up the past few weeks. This usually means a new tooth is coming, or you're growing. I don't see any new teeth, but you have had some extra drool (compared to normal).<br />
-You now have 8 teeth, 4 on the top, 4 on the bottom.<br />
-You're clapping your hands- to "If you're happy and you know it...", when someone says, "Yay Gavin!", or when you think you've done something worthy of celebration (like sticking a piece of food in your mouth).<br />
-You've been doing "so big" for a while, but you will do it on cue every time now. Or when you've done something worthy of celebration (like sticking a piece of food in your mouth). This is how it goes, food goes in, raise your arms. Food goes in, clap and smile huge.<br />
-You are pointing at things. Sometimes you can isolate your pointer finger, but mostly it's with your whole fist. You will point to it, vocalize, look at me (or daddy) to make sure we are looking at whatever it is you are pointing at, then look back at it.<br />
-You are finally going to your sitter without crying. Some mornings you even lean to her when you're ready for her to pick you up. This morning you waved bye-bye to Hunter and me as we left. Thank you for making morning drop off easier (both on me and I'm sure on Miss Kimberly).<br />
-You will scoot on your butt to get to places. You do have a lot of mass to move. Still trying to figure out the whole crawling thing, but you really want to.<br />
-You are babbling up a storm. I hear new vowels and consonants and combinations all the time. No new true words.<br />
-You are pulling yourself to a stand, with support (you don't have the greatest balance, so we have to make sure we are behind you when you do this).<br />
-You absolutely love the Christmas lights. When we went to Christmas Town, you just "Oooh" and "Ahhed" at all of them!<br />
-You will dance as soon as you hear music. You stop what you are doing and dance.<br />
-Your new favorite game is "fetch whatever I've thrown over the side of wherever I am". Yesterday, you were in the shopping cart at the store and you had your hat. You looked at me and said, "Uh oh!" and threw your hat over the side of the cart. This entertained you the whole time we were there.<br />
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You are changing all the time. You have become so happy and playful. You continue to adore your big brother and your daddy. Mommy will do if Daddy isn't around or if you have hurt yourself while on Daddy's watch. You are also very sensitive to sounds (like sneezing) and to being told "no". You would have thought we told you that you could no longer eat with the reaction to loud noises and no.<br />
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<br />Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-27281862907039269312014-12-07T20:55:00.000-05:002014-12-07T20:55:02.322-05:00Hunter's Parent-Teacher ConferenceIt's always nice to have parent-teacher conferences. I get to see what Hunter has been up to and get an idea as to where he is academically, socially, and developmentally. Hunter is my little problem solver and has a mind for math and science. His teacher said he loves to learn and if he doesn't know the answer to something, he does his best to figure it out (either independently or asking the teacher for help). He loves doing school work and will often pretend he is doing his phonics book here at home (with a coloring book, a work book we have here, etc.). I love how much he loves his school. Carl and I have nothing but positive feedback for his school!<br />
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At each conference, the teacher does an interview and then looks at the academic development. We get this in a cute little envelope (usually with his hand print).<br />
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His teacher then asked him to write the alphabet, his numbers, and draw shapes. I'm very impressed with his writing skills and fine motor development.</div>
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The silly boy himself...</div>
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<br />Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-39335868801772327852014-11-29T15:07:00.000-05:002014-11-29T15:07:22.983-05:00Gavin at 9 months<br />
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I'm way late. I did start this prior to Gavin turning 9 months old. Can I lie and say I was waiting until his 9 month appointment to post? Let's go with that!<br />
At 9 months, Gavin is....<br />
-Not "creeping". Apparently, according to my pediatrician, "crawling" is the act of them moving (so scooting backwards), "creeping" is them getting on their hands and knees and moving forward. So, technically, Gavin is crawling.<br />
-Imitating movements and sounds. His new phrase is "uh oh". He is saying "dada" now as well and "Hunter"... for real. It's on video.<br />
-Continuing to grow his receptive language. He understands when we tell him, "Hold your bottle" and "Make it pop!" (he will pull his paci out of his mouth and make a "pop" noise).<br />
-Giving kisses and high fives. Appropriately waving "hi" and "bye".<br />
-He has 7 teeth! He had 5 come in all at the same time.<br />
-Has a strong personality. If he doesn't want something, he lets you know!<br />
-Continues to love Hunter and Daddy the most. If Daddy walks into the room and I'm holding him (or anyone else) he will scream until Carl picks him up.<br />
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At his 9 month appointment, he weighed 22 pounds, 12 ounces (78%ile) and was 28.94 inches (66%ile). His head circumference was 48 cm (95%ile). Dr. S said he was very social. Gavin was super mean and pushed him away when he was trying to look in his ears and mouth and listen to his heart. He has quite the attitude!<br />
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As a side note, when you work with a pediatric population who mainly has developmental delays across the board, it is amazing to see typical progress. Some days I think, "Oh my gosh! He's a genius!" and I have to stop myself and just say, "No, he's typically developing." I currently have a student and one of our kiddos is working on looking for objects to reappear when they disappear and actively searching for/uncovering an object when covered. She asked how I would know when to score an accurate response. To answer her question, I made a video of Gavin. Carl and I are blessed to have our kids meeting these milestones.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-55963664731478221962014-11-12T20:54:00.003-05:002014-11-12T20:54:55.143-05:00HalloweenEvery year, I call Kelly about a week before Halloween making sure I can still invite us to her house for Halloween (haha). Hunter has a blast with Emma and Alyssa and their cousins. It is so much fun watching Hunter change every year. Last year was the first year he really understood Halloween. This year, he and Emma were running all over the place and telling people to smell their feet. The things they learn in school. Gavin lasted a street and then slept in the Ergo. Emma, Hunter, and Alyssa lasted until almost 8:00 when we parents decided we were all done.<br />
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<br />Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-46384725759692805592014-11-12T20:38:00.001-05:002014-11-12T20:38:28.027-05:00Hunter's school paradeHunter's school puts on three programs during the year- a Halloween one, one at Christmas, and one in the spring. The music director does a wonderful job and the teachers work hard to prepare the kids for their performance. Last year, Hunter had the stomach bug on the day of his performance so he was unable to attend. I kept my fingers crossed that wouldn't happen again this year! It was so cute, and they got to parade around after the final song and show off their costumes (of course, I ran out of memory on my phone, I'm moving files onto the computer as I type this).<br />
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<br />Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-32747540178214043872014-10-24T09:35:00.003-04:002014-10-24T09:35:19.698-04:00Gavin's 8 monthsWell, 8 months and 9 days, my bad.<br />
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At 8 months you're....<br />
-Saying "hi" intentionally. You will wave hi/bye when verbally prompted at least 80% of the time and sometimes spontaneously when we see a familiar person.<br />
-You are also saying "ma" (and all I can think of is "Maa the meatloaf!"). I'm pretty positive this is intentional because I've only heard you say it when you're looking at me and you want me to pick you up or you're upset.<br />
-You are very vocal. You definitely make it known how you're feeling through your vocalizations. When you don't want Hunter hugging on you, you grunt/angry vocalization and push him away. I feel the love (this is very rare though, you usually love Hunter).<br />
-Still moving backwards. I don't think you have any intentions any time soon to get those knees under you and crawl. You're pretty content staying where you are.<br />
-Standing assisted.<br />
-All your diapers have been moved up in the rise. We've finally found a good night time solution since you are a very heavy wetter. You now wear a fitted with an extra hemp insert and a cover. Knock on wood, this is keeping you dry through the night. We sometimes have to use your nice, brand new bum genius AIO ones with an extra insert if I haven't had a chance to hand wash the fitted and dry it. Problem will be solved soon because I've ordered more from the lady who made the one fitted we own.<br />
-You're favorite people in order: Hunter, Daddy, Mommy, Koal (although I think Koal and Mommy are pretty close). You are a huge daddy's boy.<br />
-Your receptive language is developing nicely as well. You understand "want up/come up" and reach your arms up in response. "Where's doggy/daddy/BuhBuh (Hunter)?" and you look for them until you find them.<br />
-You have been cleared from dermatology for a year. Woohoo. We have found a good routine to manage your eczema. Hopefully we won't need to go back until the year follow-up (that co-pay is no joke!).<br />
-You have a great sleep routine. We get you in the bath by 6:30 then get your medicine and lotion all on you, you have your night time bottle and you're in bed by 7:15/7:30 where you are putting yourself to sleep with your blanket. Sometimes you wake yourself up talking (I swear you talk in your sleep), but you <i>usually</i> put yourself back to sleep, and are up by 5:30/6:00. Not too shabby in my book for you.<br />
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-You are a monster eater! We have been giving you more table foods. Tonight I'm going to try to give you some of the sauce and ground beef from the lasagna I'm making (no cheese from it though). I'm sure you will love it!<br />
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<br />Carlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14263858161552795593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-88875249833900026722014-09-24T22:17:00.000-04:002014-09-24T22:17:05.161-04:00A new lookAs many know, I'm a pediatric speech language pathologist. I work with kiddos all day, helping them say their first word, develop their language skills, find a functional way to communicate, helping them pronounce their sounds, helping them expand their food repertoire, helping them eat/swallow safely, etc. etc. I work with neurotypical kids, ASD, chromosomal abnormalities, traumatic brain injury, developmental delay, etc. I do this from my first patient (usually 8 am) until my last patient leaves (around 5 pm) with an hour for lunch, Monday through Thursday, year round. Some days, I have tough kids all.day.long that are physically and emotionally draining. I have a lot of respect for my families, who have their child and work with them 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I see just a snip-it of them, for an hour, up to 3 times a week. Some days can be exhausting.<br />
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I've always prided myself in the patience I have. I can wait out my screaming kiddo who has fallen to the floor and is kicking the wall (or me) because of a demand I have placed on them. I keep a calm, but firm, voice throughout my sessions. A kicking/hitting/screaming/scratching/crying kid does not phase me. (Except spitting, unless it's a feeder, that I don't tolerate and you will clean/help me clean it up off the floor/table)<br />
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Before Gavin was born, I was very well rested. Hunter has always been a great sleeper. We had a great night time routine and I did not feel rushed. I came home happy and enjoyed listening to Hunter and it never (almost never) bothered the constant questions. I was coming home to a child who was typically developing, responded well to my indirect articulation therapy, and who does things that the kids I work with work so hard to do. We are blessed.<br />
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Once Gavin was born, and I was back to work, I was running on limited hours of sleep. It wouldn't have been so bad if it were straight hours, but we all know babies wake up multiple times a night. I was exhausted (as was Carl).<br />
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I have to be on my A-Game at work, all the time. I can't let my exhaustion show to my patients and their families and I certainly can't let that impact the therapy I provide. But by the end of the day I was done. I would pick Hunter up from school and some days hope he was in a "I don't feel like talking to you on the way home mood." This never worked out in my favor, of course. He wanted to talk the days I just needed a quite ride home and didn't want to talk when I would have loved to hear about his day. I was getting angry with him over the smallest things and snapping at the drop of a hat. Who was this person?! I was getting mad at him for asking me questions that I should be so excited he was developing in his brain.<br />
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I was working with other people's children all day and having to come home to mine and still be mommy. Was I working with the wrong population? Should I work in geriatrics? I did not get the joy out of working with adults as I did with kids, but maybe I needed to do that while I had little ones at home. Maybe I would come home refreshed after not having had to have single-sided conversations most of the day. But then again, depending on the setting, I might be bringing home a different kind of emotion. One of loss.<br />
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I've really had to re-evaluate the way I look at my job and the kids I come home to every night. I work with some tough kids, yes, but I've helped their families help their children do some pretty amazing things. I get to come home to two beautiful, healthy, typically developing kids. Hunter doesn't have to try super hard to understand concepts, form sentences, express his wants/needs/ideas. It comes so naturally. Gavin isn't a quiet baby, he socially smiles, is interacting with us, and showing us that, as of right now, he is typically developing. A lot of my families don't get to go home to that. They go home to a constant struggle to know what their child wants/needs/feels, juggling school and multiple therapy sessions.<br />
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I don't know how to put into words the motto I have, but it has really changed the level of stress I have. I go to work and give my patients all I have. I feel happy with them and really celebrate the small gains. I work with them the way I would want a therapist to work with my children and get excited over things that I would want a therapist to get excited about for my children. I come home and give the boys all I have. I celebrate all their victories. I feel like a different person these last few weeks. I feel content and know I'm in the right place. Pediatrics is where I am supposed to be.<br />
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<br />Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-31408569987167922052014-09-22T21:01:00.001-04:002014-09-22T21:01:32.974-04:00Gavin is 7 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Gavin is growing like a weed! If I weren't totally against the boys playing football, Gavin could definitely be a line backer! This child can put away some food. I'm really scared what our house is going to be like when both boys are teenagers!<br />
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At 7 months....<br />
-Gavin is sitting up unsupported. He was doing this last month, but he has really perfected this. He even caught himself with his arm as he was starting to fall to the side, and pushed himself back into a sit. We have been working through the motions of going from side laying to sitting.<br />
-Is trying to crawl. We can move backwards (it's nothing pretty) and turn ourselves in a circle. He is finally getting the concept of pulling his knees up under him. However, we still aren't really rolling. He has done it, I know he can do it. Now our arm is getting stuck out to the side every time we try to roll. This creates a problem in the middle of the night when he wants to be on his back. He is now back to being put on his back to sleep.<br />
-He is giving high-fives when requested and is so proud of himself.<br />
-He can wave hi/bye, but he is not consistently responding to these greetings. I'd say it is probably 60% of the time.<br />
-He is playing peek-a-boo. He will intentionally cover his face and wait for someone to ask, "Where's Gavin?" and he pulls the item down.<br />
-He is sleeping through the night. Woohoo. Sometimes he will whine for a few minutes, but goes back to sleep. If he wakes up at 4:00, we are able to stay in our room and he talks himself back to sleep (within 10-15 minutes). Then he wakes up at 5:00/5:30 and we feed him. He typically goes back to sleep for a little while after this feeding.<br />
*After writing this draft, he started waking up in the middle of the night screaming. This is why I don't write about good sleep with Gavin... EVER*<br />
-He has a pretty good routine going. While home on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday he will take a nice morning nap and a nice afternoon nap with 2-3 cat naps at some point during the day. Fridays are tricky because of Hunter's drop off. Gavin has been wanting to go down for a nap 10 minutes before we have to leave.<br />
-Like I said, the kid can put away some food! He loves his purees and I've been making it less smooth so he is really having to practice his skills. He is also eating the Gerber sticks. He is really getting the bite and munching down. As he gets more proficient, I will start introducing more table foods. I've given him pieces of banana and he's been pretty successful with those.<br />
-He's still in 12 month clothing. I've had to change the rise on some of his diapers (his cloth diapers grow with him).<br />
-He loves blowing raspberries! And he is trying to imitate "buhbuh" (what we call Hunter). He really watches our mouths as we repeat CVCV words (buhbuh, mama, dada, etc.).<br />
-He is beginning to mellow out. He continues to be high maintenance, but is able to go longer periods of time without having to have one of us right there with him.<br />
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<br />Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-87865285185769542642014-09-04T22:51:00.001-04:002014-09-04T22:51:24.754-04:00What We've Been Up ToThis time of year always feels so busy to me! It's back to school time, work evaluations seem to pick up when school physicals have been completed, it's birthday party season, and so much more.<br />
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Hunter started in the 4 year old preschool class at the same school he has been attending since he turned 3. We absolutely love it there! It is very rare that he ever clings to me (usually when the train table isn't set up, lol) and he always has so much to bring home and share. He amazes me every day with something new. He will start a soccer shots program and a golf program at school, 1 day a week for 6 weeks. Carl and I would like to expose him to all the sports (except football, he will really have to beg me to play that) and let him pick the one he likes the most. He will also start his sports skills class at The Little Gym this season. He has been looking forward to that since I started back at work. Soon he will also start feeding therapy at my work. I can get other people's children to eat (that's what I love doing at work) but I cannot get my own child to eat. I need someone else to look at him and help me develop a home program to get him moving. I can't get him past the "lick it" stage.<br />
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Gavin has started with Miss Jessica 4 days a week and he is having a great time. We love Jess! He gets lots of loving over there and is entertained by Jessica's son. Again, I have not worried at all about him while I'm at work and I love that feeling. He is eating solids 3 times a day during the week and we try to give him solids every feeding on the weekends. He is now eating Gerber sticks (like puffs, but they can be picked up and held easier) and has really gotten the hang of biting and munching.<br />
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Nothing new with Carl or myself really. I've taken on another student at work. So far (day one) she seems super sweet and great. A really great thing is she didn't try to take a nap in my office on her first day! That really did happen with my first student. You can pick your jaw up off the floor now.<br />
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And.... Ashley finally made her big announcement, so I had to include it here! She has started her own therapy business! I am so excited for her! Check out her business website and pass the information along to your friends. She is especially amazing with kiddos with ASD. She would certainly be my child's therapist if we ever had a diagnosis of ASD (well, and if we weren't friends, this creates a conflict of interest).<br />
http://littlefishspeechtherapy.com/<br />
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About a month ago we met my family at the park to have one last big get together with the cousins before my brother's family moved to CA.<br />
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<br />Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-74457597838101251612014-09-04T22:05:00.001-04:002014-09-04T22:05:57.698-04:00Gavin's Dermatology AppointmentWe went for Gavin's dermatology appointment last week. His skin was actually looking so much better and was so soft compared to what it had been (a few of our friends actually commented on how good it was looking) and I was worried the doctor would think we were crazy for bringing him in. His skin still had some rough spots, it just wasn't covering his body.<br />
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We discussed all the things we were using at home (wash/soap, lotion, topical creams, laundry detergent, etc.) and what we felt made it better/worse. The dermatologist told us that yes, his skin was looking pretty good, but we could get it under even better control. <br />
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We were told to stop using goat's milk soap as it still can dry the skin and start using either Aveeno, CeraVe, or one other one. Since we are already using CeraVe lotion, she suggested getting the body wash as well. We were given a stronger prescription for a hydrocortisone cream with valerate and then another prescription for the yeast that was growing in his creases. We were given descriptions of yeast versus eczema and when to use which cream. We are to lotion him up 5-6 times a day (that's pretty difficult!).<br />
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It has been a week and I'm a terrible mother and have not gotten those prescriptions filled! We go to a mom-and-pop pharmacy out in a different part of our city and I just haven't been able to make it out that way. I will pass by it tomorrow, so I will drop the scripts off and pick them up while out there! We have a hydrocortisone cream still here that I use 2x daily and it is doing a decent job at controlling it for now.<br />
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Eczema can be impacted by weather, moisture, stress levels (I had no idea), foods, etc. etc. Carl and I thought that the decrease in his formula had helped his skin, which it may have, but the weather last week was also very mild. This week it has been really hot and spots on his legs have popped up. It still isn't what it was, so I still believe that the reduction in formula is part of it with an increase in real food. The dermatologist stated that there isn't one "fix it" but it will be a combination of things that manage it.<br />
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We are hoping he will eventually outgrow this, but if he doesn't, we could be dealing with worse things.<br />
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<br />Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-2438686265709689112014-08-21T21:46:00.000-04:002014-08-29T21:18:57.149-04:00Cry It OutI know the title of this post probably makes some people cringe. There are many opinions on crying it out and like everything else with raising babies, it is all what is best for your family and your baby.<br />
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At Gavin's 6 month appointment we discussed with our pediatrician how frequently Gavin is waking for a feeding at night (remember, he is formula fed). I picture Dr. S slowly turning around in his chair, haha. He told us that nutritionally, Gavin does not need those night time feedings, and likely he was waking out of habit. So I asked, to be clear, "We could let him cry it out, and he will be fine? He isn't starving when he is in his crib screaming?"<br />
Dr. S said, "No, he is definitely not starving. If this continues, he will become over weight."<br />
To which I replied, "So, we can let him cry it out?"<br />
"It is a personal preference, but he does not need those feedings, nutritionally."<br />
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Done. That's all I needed to know. He was fine without eating in the middle of the night. Obviously, I would sacrifice my sleep if my child needed to eat. While I'm super tired from getting up/waking up (when Carl does one of the feeds), I wasn't asking as a way to be able to get more sleep (that's just an added bonus). And honestly, if Carl and I had just listened to his crying instead of jumping out of bed as soon as he started to cry, we would have been able to tell that it wasn't a "hunger" cry, it was an "I'm awake and I have no idea how to soothe myself to sleep" cry.<br />
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Dr. S also asked if Gavin was falling asleep to the bottle (before bed) or if we were putting him down awake. We put him down awake and he goes to sleep on his own. "That's half the battle and you've already done that part." That also made me feel pretty good.<br />
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Night one went something like this....<br />
6:45- 2 ounces of food<br />
7:00- bath, topical medicine, lotion<br />
7:45- bottle<br />
8:15- placed in crib awake on his belly, fell asleep on his own<br />
10:15- woke up and cried for 20 minutes but went back to sleep<br />
1:00- woke up again, cried for 20 minutes, I went in and rubbed his back for about 10 minutes, went back in my bed. He cried for another 20 minutes, I did the same thing. At some point I thought he had pooped, so I changed him (at this point he stopped crying and was just smiling and talking to me), then put him back in his crib on his back. He was happy at first, then cried again. The coming back in and rubbing of his back went on for THREE HOURS. Yes, you read that correctly. Three.Hours. Again, it was not a hunger cry. It was a "I cannot believe you are not picking me up" cry, which is why he stopped once I picked him up to change him. Stinker! I did not give in. I did not give him a bottle to put him back to sleep.<br />
4:00- FINALLY asleep<br />
5:30- Woke up. I finally told Carl to get up and feed him. Gavin didn't even finish the 4 ounces, which tells me he definitely wasn't that hungry.<br />
6:00- Carl sat him on the bed next to me and Gavin poked me in the face until I opened my eyes and looked at him. Then he smiled. I'm not sure I wanted to be friends with him in that moment.<br />
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That day was a cup of coffee in the morning (wishing there was actually a coffee IV drip) and a Mt. Dew in the afternoon kind of day (and I'm not a soda drinker!).<br />
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Night two went something like this...<br />
6:45- 3 ounces of food<br />
7:10- bath, topical medicine, lotion (because that boy's eczema is finally starting to get under control!)<br />
7:45- bottle<br />
8:15- placed in crib awake on his belly, fell asleep on his own<br />
10:15 (do you see a pattern here?)- woke up and cried for 20 minutes, but did not soothe himself back to sleep. I went in, rubbed his back for maybe 5 minutes, and he went back to sleep.<br />
3:00- woke up, cried for maybe 10 minutes, went back to sleep<br />
3:30- woke up, cried for 20 minutes, I went in, rubbed his back for maybe 5 minutes, went back to sleep<br />
6:25ish- woke up happy as can be. Didn't even cry for a bottle. He took one at about 6:40 and didn't finish all 4 ounces.<br />
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It was only a 1 cup of coffee day today.<br />
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Tonight is night three (I should probably go to bed!). I'm hoping we are just going to be getting better and better. Clearly, this child was not starving when he would wake up in his crying fit. I know when he was younger he was obviously hungry, but if nutritionally he doesn't need it (and I definitely don't want him to become over weight), then we just needed to do a little sleep training. We never had to do this with Hunter because he was sleeping through the night at 6 weeks (which I know is not the norm). Each child is so different!<br />
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Night 3 was the worst night. He was up for another 3 hours and I was trying to soothe him. Again, it was a very angry cry, not an "I'm hungry" cry. Finally, at 4:30, I just fed him. He then went back to sleep until 8. After that night, Carl and I decided to not go in his room. I think he was having a really hard time soothing himself when I was in there not picking him up. Night 4, he cried probably 45 minutes, but went back to sleep. Night 5, night 6, and night 7 he woke up 1 time with varying amount of crying, some nights it was 10 minutes or less and another was 20-30 minutes. Night 8 he slept through the night! Not one peep! It was glorious! About every other night he is sleeping through without making a peep and he is soothing himself to sleep within 20 minutes on the nights he does wake up.<br />
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I've now just jinxed myself. He will be up like 3 times tonight. All in the name of blogging, ha.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-16147560781869986232014-08-19T21:40:00.001-04:002014-08-19T21:40:30.356-04:00Gavin at 6 months<br />
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Half a year (on the 15th)?! Seriously?? I cannot believe it! This is going way too fast. My baby is growing to be a big boy and I want it to slow down!!<br />
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At 6 months...<br />
-You're sitting up unassisted. After a while, you just fall over. You haven't quite figured out how to get yourself out of sitting. We are working on this.<br />
-Your favorite person is still, hands down, Hunter. You could watch him forever (except when you're hungry).<br />
-You're still very hangry. At least now we have a good schedule going and I can anticipate this. You're getting solids 3x a day. So far, you love bananas, apples, plums, sweet potatoes, butternut squash, pears. You're not a fan of peaches or green beans. I've been mixing flavors together and you love it.<br />
-You are in 12 month clothing. I thought this was totally crazy, until I realized that Hunter was also in 12 month clothing at 6 months of age.<br />
-You still don't care to roll. You have done it, but you'd rather either stay on your back and go side to side to play with toys, or stay on your tummy (and then cry when you're finished). I go through the motions with you so you continue to feel what you should be doing.<br />
-Recently, when you've been on your tummy, you are trying to go forward. Maybe this will prompt you to flip to your belly independently. Probably not.<br />
-You are still a big talker, screamer, and growler. I've never heard a baby make so much noise!<br />
-You have separation anxiety pretty bad. If you don't notice we've left the room, you're fine, until we come back in and try to leave. This makes cooking very tricky.<br />
-You have two bottom teeth and I can feel a top one about to come through. I love seeing your toothy smile!<br />
-You still wake up 1-2x per night. I don't know at what age babies start sleeping through the night, but I'm looking forward to that day for you!<br />
-Your eczema is still bad, but has improved since starting solids. This only makes me believe that you have a milk allergy versus a sensitivity. We will see what dermatology says in two weeks.<br />
-We've moved you to a "big boy" car seat. That carrier is just too heavy now!<br />
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We went for his well visit today (19th). He is 19 pounds, 4 ounces (80-85%ile) and 27.2 inches (80%ile). We discussed his waking up frequently for a feeding at night. Nutritionally, he does not need to eat in the middle of the night. Dr. S assured us he is not "starving". At 6 months they go through some sort of sleep disturbance/REM something (I didn't write it down). This makes total sense because Saturday he started waking up every 2 hours. I asked if we should let him cry it out, and he said that was our personal decision, but he did not NEED those feedings. He also may have mentioned it could cause him to become over weight. Soooo tonight we will do our version of cry it out.<br />
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Dr. S would also like us to keep our dermatology appointment (I was going to) because he would like them to see Gavin. We have that next Wednesday.<br />
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He is not concerned that he isn't rolling around since he is doing so well sitting. When we mentioned it, I'm pretty sure he said, "I don't care about that! Look how well he is sitting. He can obviously roll."<br />
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What I love the most about our pediatrician is that he spent probably a good 15-20 minutes discussing all sorts of things with us before he even started the exam on Gavin. Our appointments never feel rushed and I know I'll be able to get all the information I want and need before I leave.<br />
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<br />Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-53084814845042116992014-08-14T23:00:00.001-04:002014-08-14T23:00:19.329-04:00Grateful<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can not express how grateful I am for this woman. Not only is she one of my best friends (really, family), but she volunteered to watch Gavin on her 3 days off from work. When she sent me that text, I cried. Big, baby, hormonal tears.<div>
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I was so stressed as to where Gavin was going to go. I wanted someone Carl and I both trusted, someone who would cloth diaper, someone who would do my homemade baby food, someone I felt comfortable saying, "Please do this.... please don't do this... etc.... etc." I don't think I even had to say any of those things to Ashley, she just knew.</div>
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Gavin can be pretty tough, but Ashley always made a positive out of it. "He just needed some extra snuggles today." What every mom wants to hear!</div>
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Ashley, there are no words to express my gratitude for what you have done. I don't think there is a way to repay you. Gavin has grown and thrived so much in the last (almost) 6 months with you. I will probably cry on our last day tomorrow. Thank you again for all you've done, we love you!</div>
Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076316027790867722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314910227158002949.post-2924640731003264282014-08-07T21:09:00.000-04:002014-08-07T21:09:33.437-04:00Baby foodWhen I decided I was going to make Gavin's baby food, I didn't think I would actually <i>enjoy</i> the process. I don't totally understand why I enjoy it. Maybe it's because I know what's going in it. Maybe it feels calming. Maybe it's the satisfaction of the amount of food I can make with one "batch" of a food. It's probably all of those reasons. I really enjoy doing it! Maybe I'm becoming a "crunchy" mom, haha.<br />
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I've made quite a few foods in a short period of time: avocados (once.. I'm not a good judge at when they are ready to be eaten), bananas, pears, peaches, sweet potatoes, butternut squash, green beans, and apples. I still have carrots to make. I try to make some each night or every other night, it doesn't always happen.<br />
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The only foods I've had to prepare before blending (so far) were sweet potatoes and butternut squash. Those were both pretty simple, though. The sweet potato I wrapped in foil and baked for an hour. The butternut squash I cut in half, took out the seeds, then baked for 40 minutes.<br />
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Once the foods are cut up, they go into the magic bullet (thanks again Jess!). It works its magic, and out comes smooth food.<br />
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Ashley has let me borrow what I assume is intended to be an ice cube tray, but it has been used as the perfect 1 ounce food measuring device. I also have a 1/2 ounce ice cube tray from Ikea that I use in this process as needed. I pour the food into the tray, then into the freezer it goes over night. It then gets popped into a zip lock bag with a label.<br />
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This is how much I usually get from each:<br />
-2 bananas makes about 6-8 ounces<br />
-2 pears makes about 7 ounces<br />
-1 sweet potato make 8-10 ounces<br />
- 2 peaches makes 7 ounces<br />
-1 butternut squash made 17 ounces<br />
-1 bag of green beans (at least it wasn't in a can, lol) made 13 ounces<br />
-3 apples made 16 ounces<br />
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The butternut squash impressed me the most! I think that is a good amount of food (for all of them) for the cost of the produce, compared to the cost of the store bought food. I feel like Suzy Homemaker.<br />
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