Saturday, March 20, 2010
Here's that award-winning smile:
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Things are looking up. The worst of the nausea seems to be over, which was way better than last time any way, thanks to some great medication prescribed by my new doctor. (The awful side effects are a different story.) I'm still exhausted all the time but a lot less than before. I actually get up to play with Tylo now, instead of letting her watch endless hours of tv while I sleep on the couch. I'm in no way back to supermom, but there's an inkling of hope that will come back one day.
And Tylo - my how she's grown! The little terror is now 21 months old. She is all over the place with her crooked walk that looks like she's going to fall any second. She's still incredibly cautious, but must be less so because it seems she's falling more than normal. Which also means a lot more tears and boo-boos than I'm used to. A few times a day I'm consoling her. Mostly because she tried to run, falls flat on her face. Or tries to climb into her chair and loses her balance.
Tylo has an incredible, fun, loving personality. She loves to semi-run toward me for a hug with arms outstretched, mouth open, smiling eyes. She picks up objects and pretends they're microphones. She imitates my silly songs, and holds her arms to her sides like a chicken and twists when she dances. She loves pretty shirts but refuses to wear hair clips in her hair (won't let me wear them either). She also has become quite attached to her current pair of shoes and cries when I try other pairs on her. What is up with that?
Sadly, her shyness has taken a turn for the worse. Whereas before she would just stare wearily at strangers, making sure they didn't come too close, now she completely shuts down, freezes her little body, and hide her face against mommy. Or turn away and try her best not to look. If they did come too close, she would burst into tears. Makes it really difficult to be social or to even think about leaving her at a daycare to make new friends while mommy gets some rest. Funny, strangers don't seem to bother her until they are paying attention to her. When we're at the mall she will get within 2 feet of other people walking around.
And the girl knows SOOO much. Things I've taught her maybe once a week ago she actually remembers. Sure, there are lots of times you can't tell what she's saying, but SHE knows. Try to correct her, and it's just the same odd sound you heard before. "Thank you" will forever be "doo-doo". "Milk" will remain "muck".
Tylo's favorite word of the moment? "Stuck". She can apply it to anything. Can't pull the toy out of the box? "Stuck". Can't reach something mommy intentionally put on a high shelf and out of reach? "Stuck". Tired of sitting in her high chair? "Stuck".
Waiting for baby #2 and being completely unprepared is interesting. We are currently looking again for our new and permanent home, hopefully before I'm due in August. I find out if it's a boy or girl April 12th. If you know me, you know I HATE HATE HATE being pregnant. So needless to say, I'm rooting for a boy so I never have to be pregnant ever again. Though it sure would be fun for Tylo to have a little sister. I have no idea yet if I'm going to get a double stroller, turn in the RX for a momvan, or how I'm going to manage two little ones at the same time. Right now I'm too busy making sure I get my rest and not neglect Tylo completely.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Tylo still isn't an expert walker yet, and we are concerned (her pediatrician recommends seeing a neurologist at this point), but hopefully she will be running around here in no time.
Happy Holidays everyone!
(our would-be holiday card pic if only Tylo looked)
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tylo will one day read this blog (if she cares) and wonder why I stopped posting. "Did I get uninteresting?" she will wonder. "Did you stop caring?"
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Good thing she doesn't know the word no, huh?
We finally had a chance to take Tylo for her first swim recently. I can't think of much cuter than a baby girl in a bathing suit.
Friday, June 12, 2009
So even though we didn't have a huge bash for Tylo's first birthday (just grandparents, siblings, and cousins), I really wanted to make it special for her. I prepped for the entire week.
Thursday was spent making my first decorated sugar cookies ever. I was so disappointed when they got all fat and ambiguous after baking. I mean, do these look like ducks to you?
Luckily it came together after the frosting was put on. It was time-consuming, but surprisingly easy to paint on the frosting. Before you knew it, I had (both skinny and fat) ducks! I found a heart cutter hidden in my cabinets and played with those too.
Friday was set aside for making the cake and cupcakes. It was so important for me to make my daughter's first cake. I wanted to make a cake that Tylo could actually eat too, and I'm not ready to give her chocolate. So we did a doctored yellow cake and I simply bought frosting to make it easier. It really wasn't smart to buy whipped frosting. Easier to spread, sure, but none of the frosting decorations held their shape. Once out of the fridge it was only a matter of time before it started dripping. It took me weeks to come up with a design that I could easily do that was still appealing to a one year old. I wanted to add flowers and such, but the frosting was not cutting it. Not sure she cared how it looked, but she LOVED eating it.
I couldn't have asked for a better birthday for her. She really did enjoy herself. Hopefully next year we can invite little friends for her too!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
I said "I already have a baby - she's almost one!".
The lady proceeds to look at my mid-section and changes the subject because she realized she just called me pregnant.
Damn, I knew the babydoll shirt I was wearing would make me look pregnant, but I didn't have much else clean that didn't need ironing.
You would think that would scare me into getting my butt in shape, but nope, not really.
I deserve it. Almost one year later and I am the same weight I was two weeks after giving birth. Lost five, gained it all back. Sigh.
Once I was in the kitchen with four of HP's friends' wives and I said, "Oh, I'm the only one here not pregnant!"
One of the girls said, "I'm not pregnant."
Duh - I just passed her one-month old baby in the hallway. But she did look 6 months pregnant, to be perfectly honest. But that's also totally allowed. What's not allowed is looking 6 months pregnant one year later.
At least the lady thought I was pregnant and not just fat!