Today, Rock stuffed a green bean up his nose and freaked out until I could fish it all out. Totally grody. But then he was happily blowing spit bubbles ten minutes later.
Oh, yeah, and, also, today I accidentally tickled the pee right out of Rock. Oopsie. That accident was my fault. Totally didn't count.
But in adorable good news, Rock will FINALLY answer when you ask "what's your name?" That question was a lot harder than I thought it would be. We've been working on it for over six months--ever since he could point to himself and say "Rock." It was much easier to get him to answer the questions: what does Santa bring you? (toys) What does Santa say? (ho ho ho--or just "ho ho") and What does Santa eat? (cookies)
What a cutie.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Oh, Binky...
So, I let Rock cry for his ga for half an hour during nap time before I gave in and got it for him. Then he proceeded to have a lame, unrestful nap. Blah. I'm hoping tonight and tomorrow's nap go better than today's nap.
Bye, Bye Binky
I don't know why I thought giving up the binky ("ga") would be so easy. He didn't use it a lot when he was really little, and only started using it with real frequency when he was about 9 months old. But he is so attached to that little thing. I am excited to give it up. We've been only letting him have it during naps and bedtime, but he'll sneak it other times.
Last night, we slept without it. It's been over 24 hours since he's had his binky, and, other than a few minutes last night where he woke up and missed it, he's done an excellent job. What a sweetie. We've been talking about it (I still don't really know how much he understands) and we got a book from the library about how much better life is once you are no longer dependent on your ga. I'm sure he'll keep doing a great job.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Potty Training (Part 1)
We first bought training pants and a potty chair and a potty seat over two months ago and I decided to tackle potty training. It's a huge deal. I got a wonderful potty chair that I think will be great and a potty seat that I'm hoping to use more than the potty chair. And we got a bunch of great Blueberry training pants (which cost almost as much as Rock's cloth diapers, so this is not a small expense). I got Rock a potty monkey (which I would do again in a heartbeat) and read every book I could get my hands on (most of them totally sucked--ESPECIALLY the one that came with his potty monkey). I felt like I was ready to start this huge endeavor.
On October 6th, Rock went potty in his potty chair for the first time, and I was elated. Maybe it wouldn't take the 6-12 months promised by the early-start books. I didn't want to have to go through this for a whole year. That seems ridiculous. But, now, it seems like it will be taking that long. I am hoping for little breakthroughs on the way. The pediatrician says it's REALLY early to start potty training, but I have come to the conclusion that she doesn't understand anything I say or think, so I pretty much discount everything she says while I search for a new one. Rock is doing pretty well so far. He has good days and days he just doesn't want to sit on the potty.
The first three days, he did really well. But then, as soon as I would have him sit on the potty, he would jump up and run to his changing table and say "diaper." I get it. It's a lot of pressure and he just wasn't ready. We still would take potty monkey to the potty whenever his alarm would go off (and potty monkey said, "I need to go potty. Let's go potty."). Sometimes. It's a huge effort.
Some days, Rock wears the same training pants all morning or all afternoon (never both in one day, though). But we're still working on it. It's way less stressful than I thought it would be, though. We're just working at it and we get excited when Rock gets to wear underpants and we do the underpants dance and have a little treat. He has a BIG treat for when he stays clean and dry all day just waiting for him on the counter. It's a juice bottle. He is so excited about it (whenever he remembers it). He wants it so much. I can't wait for him to get it. I just hope he isn't disappointed. Otherwise, I'm going to have to give him something crazy like ice cream or real cake.
Potty training is such an adventure.
Friday, September 30, 2011
A Little Car Accident
Michael hates the term "accident" used meaning cars colliding. I think it makes it seem like it's not a huge deal. Like a little accident. Like a potty-training accident that takes a minute to clean up and then everyone goes back to what they were doing, hopefully a little more observant about what caused the accident and more careful to not repeat it.
Last Thursday, we were at the park, just like we have been every day for weeks for about an hour after Michael gets off work and before dinner and bedtime. But, this time, I really needed a crappy $1 sundae from McDonald's. Sometimes I need those. No big deal, right? It's a buck and it fulfills this crazy need I have for cheap, poor-quality ice cream and then I can go back to wanting delicious things. So, on the way home, Michael stopped at McDonald's and then we headed home. We were stopped at the light, about to turn right, when the car jumped forward with a big BUMP (or crash, or whatever sound effect it made). I looked at Michael and I said, "What just happened?" In my mind, it was an earthquake or something along those lines that caused the car to jump forward. What else could it have been, really? It was some kid on a date in a brand-new car. I felt bad for the kid. Temporary tags and all.
Police were called--Officer Winegar was not related to Bridger even though he looked just like him except with reddish brown hair--and our statements were taken. We hung out on a big road in Bountiful and let Rock run around in the grass a little, except it was a steep-ish incline to the parking lot below and he kept falling down, which was scary in any case, but then I was REALLY jumpy and stressed and I couldn't handle any fall. Bless his heart. We got home after bedtime and made the best of it, trying to eat dinner fast and rush through a bath calmly enough to get Rock to sleep as soon as possible (schedule changes aren't pleasant for anyone in this house).
We were okay, except for the huge expense of rushing out to buy a new car seat and incredibly high copays (gotta love private insurance). But the lingering pain is dreadful. We went to the instacare on Friday, about 16 hours after the initial impact. The dr there said, "Oh, it just sounds like you have the whiplash. Just don't lift anything and then, after a few days, stretch your neck and you'll be fine. It may be hard to not lift anything if you have that baby, but don't lift him more than you have to and you'll be fine."
Then I called my mom and my sister, both of whom have been rear-ended several times (bad luck? I don't know. Must be. How can you be rear-ended so many times by drunk drivers and not have incredibly bad luck?). And both had the same response, "JUST whiplash? Are you crazy? That totally messes you up. You need to be checked out by a specialist and get into PT as soon as you can." My sister's spine curve is still totally reversed from her last wreck. It's not something to just brush off. I know it's not the worst wreck ever, we're still alive and intact and Rock came out totally unscathed--what a blessing. I am so grateful that he didn't even know what was going on and the worst part of the ordeal was when the nurse tried to take his blood pressure.
However, my back is numb. And my hand goes numb every night. I don't really think that is something to just brush off--it's been over a week and my back is numb. So, we went back on Thursday (a week after the accident and six days after we went to the instacare in the first place) and a new Dr said we should have been referred to a specialist the first time. So, I made the appointments with the specialist when I got home. We can't get in until October 26th. I guess it's not that long of a wait for a specialist, but when my back is numb and it hurts to move quickly, it seems like forever, especially when my job is to chase around a 17-month-old kid with endless energy.
When Michael called our insurance adjustor the third time, she said that she didn't have any new information for us because fault was still being determined. Really? This kid rammed into us while we were stopped at a light. How hard is that to determine? There's a police report...
Then we found out that the kid didn't turn in the claim to his insurance. We submitted it and that takes longer for them to determine fault. This is a huge ordeal. I'm exhausted just thinking about it.
I didn't realize how expensive it is to be in a wreck. We have to pay for everything upfront and then wait to be reimbursed. Not that we have had a terrible amount of costs, but it's a lot when you live on a budget that doesn't include a separate category for "car wreck."
It's just a lot to deal with. The money is the least of it. It's just the most tangible thing. I can't imagine what would have happened if the wreck had been worse. I am so grateful that Rock wasn't hurt at all. I loved his car seat so much, and now I love it even more. That is something I will NEVER skimp on. Ever. It's too important to make sure my sweet baby is safe. That is why he sits rear-facing as long as possible--if he had been forward-facing, he would have been hurt the worst, and I couldn't handle that. He's so adorable and sweet and lovable and amazing and precious.
And now, we just have to focus on relaxing and getting better. The car can wait. It's not a big deal to drive around in a car that looks like it's been in a wreck if it still runs.
Last Thursday, we were at the park, just like we have been every day for weeks for about an hour after Michael gets off work and before dinner and bedtime. But, this time, I really needed a crappy $1 sundae from McDonald's. Sometimes I need those. No big deal, right? It's a buck and it fulfills this crazy need I have for cheap, poor-quality ice cream and then I can go back to wanting delicious things. So, on the way home, Michael stopped at McDonald's and then we headed home. We were stopped at the light, about to turn right, when the car jumped forward with a big BUMP (or crash, or whatever sound effect it made). I looked at Michael and I said, "What just happened?" In my mind, it was an earthquake or something along those lines that caused the car to jump forward. What else could it have been, really? It was some kid on a date in a brand-new car. I felt bad for the kid. Temporary tags and all.
Police were called--Officer Winegar was not related to Bridger even though he looked just like him except with reddish brown hair--and our statements were taken. We hung out on a big road in Bountiful and let Rock run around in the grass a little, except it was a steep-ish incline to the parking lot below and he kept falling down, which was scary in any case, but then I was REALLY jumpy and stressed and I couldn't handle any fall. Bless his heart. We got home after bedtime and made the best of it, trying to eat dinner fast and rush through a bath calmly enough to get Rock to sleep as soon as possible (schedule changes aren't pleasant for anyone in this house).
We were okay, except for the huge expense of rushing out to buy a new car seat and incredibly high copays (gotta love private insurance). But the lingering pain is dreadful. We went to the instacare on Friday, about 16 hours after the initial impact. The dr there said, "Oh, it just sounds like you have the whiplash. Just don't lift anything and then, after a few days, stretch your neck and you'll be fine. It may be hard to not lift anything if you have that baby, but don't lift him more than you have to and you'll be fine."
Then I called my mom and my sister, both of whom have been rear-ended several times (bad luck? I don't know. Must be. How can you be rear-ended so many times by drunk drivers and not have incredibly bad luck?). And both had the same response, "JUST whiplash? Are you crazy? That totally messes you up. You need to be checked out by a specialist and get into PT as soon as you can." My sister's spine curve is still totally reversed from her last wreck. It's not something to just brush off. I know it's not the worst wreck ever, we're still alive and intact and Rock came out totally unscathed--what a blessing. I am so grateful that he didn't even know what was going on and the worst part of the ordeal was when the nurse tried to take his blood pressure.
However, my back is numb. And my hand goes numb every night. I don't really think that is something to just brush off--it's been over a week and my back is numb. So, we went back on Thursday (a week after the accident and six days after we went to the instacare in the first place) and a new Dr said we should have been referred to a specialist the first time. So, I made the appointments with the specialist when I got home. We can't get in until October 26th. I guess it's not that long of a wait for a specialist, but when my back is numb and it hurts to move quickly, it seems like forever, especially when my job is to chase around a 17-month-old kid with endless energy.
When Michael called our insurance adjustor the third time, she said that she didn't have any new information for us because fault was still being determined. Really? This kid rammed into us while we were stopped at a light. How hard is that to determine? There's a police report...
Then we found out that the kid didn't turn in the claim to his insurance. We submitted it and that takes longer for them to determine fault. This is a huge ordeal. I'm exhausted just thinking about it.
I didn't realize how expensive it is to be in a wreck. We have to pay for everything upfront and then wait to be reimbursed. Not that we have had a terrible amount of costs, but it's a lot when you live on a budget that doesn't include a separate category for "car wreck."
It's just a lot to deal with. The money is the least of it. It's just the most tangible thing. I can't imagine what would have happened if the wreck had been worse. I am so grateful that Rock wasn't hurt at all. I loved his car seat so much, and now I love it even more. That is something I will NEVER skimp on. Ever. It's too important to make sure my sweet baby is safe. That is why he sits rear-facing as long as possible--if he had been forward-facing, he would have been hurt the worst, and I couldn't handle that. He's so adorable and sweet and lovable and amazing and precious.
And now, we just have to focus on relaxing and getting better. The car can wait. It's not a big deal to drive around in a car that looks like it's been in a wreck if it still runs.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
OnTrac SUCKS AGAIN
Seriously, OnTrac? What is up with all of this sucking? Why on earth do two delivery drivers know where I live and get packages here just fine while the REST OF YOU--INCLUDING SUPERVISORS--CANNOT READ DIRECTIONS and say my address doesn't exist? It makes me so sad. I do everything I can to avoid you, and every time I'm forced to use your "service," it's an utter disaster. I just want my Thirsties Hemp Inserts! I wish I could pay Amazon extra money to not use you. I would gladly pay twice as much to ensure that UPS delivers my packages every time and OnTrac never has to frustrate me ever again. That may be an exaggeration. I would gladly pay twice the shipping or, in the case of free shipping, 10-15% more of my total bill just to ensure that OnTrac doesn't get my business. I love that some companies let you choose to not use OnTrac. I don't care that it takes another day--what is one day when it takes a week longer for OnTrac to figure out where I live if my package ends up in the hands of someone other than the two guys who know how to get here? What a deal. More companies should follow suit.
I will never say anything about OnTrac again if I can help it.
I will never say anything about OnTrac again if I can help it.
Christmas Knitting
With almost all of my Christmas gifts knitted already (I haven't started one for my dad and I have about 200 hours left of work on my mother-in-law's super-secret surprise), I am looking for something new to do. I've decided to limit my family gift knitting to three hours a day so that I have time to work on my new Christmas project--using my stash yarn to knit sweaters to donate. I'm going to make a bunch of easy but cute sweaters in whatever colors I have that go together. I'm hoping to get three done by this Christmas and then one a month for next Christmas. So I'll donate three this year and 12 next year. What a fun idea! I can't wait to get started.
Oh, this reminds me that I have to take pictures of all of my summer knitting projects--I made three skirts for me (one of which I designed myself), a few pair of socks, I'm working on a super-secret gift for Laura...I guess that's it. But what a big deal! That is a TON of knitting. I'll post them soon.
But, in the meantime, I'm going to start on a seamless sweater TONIGHT! Yipee!
Oh, this reminds me that I have to take pictures of all of my summer knitting projects--I made three skirts for me (one of which I designed myself), a few pair of socks, I'm working on a super-secret gift for Laura...I guess that's it. But what a big deal! That is a TON of knitting. I'll post them soon.
But, in the meantime, I'm going to start on a seamless sweater TONIGHT! Yipee!
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