Oscar is two months old! (as of the 5th...poor neglected third child...). We went in for his 2-month checkup and all looks good. He still has quite a bit of congestion and coughing, but nothing to be concerned about at this point according to the good doctor.
The stats:
Height: 23.25" (58%) although even the doc thinks this might not be accurate because he seems so tall
Weight: 13 lbs 5 oz (69%)
HC: 15.24" (35%)
Poor kid got lots of shots but we all survived. Now, we'll feel a little better taking him out in public and exposing him to all the germy people.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
growing independence
As part of Rafa's lifelong quest to wean himself from his parents' (and Sylvia's?) oversight and supervision and become an independent being, he is continually testing his borders. The latest frustration, I mean example, occurs when I pick him up from school. He doesn't want to leave. He loves watching the people come and go and just doesn't want to get in the car. I guess that's a good sign about school, right? And then, when we pull into the garage, after I release the kids from their harnesses, he buckles himself back in and doesn't want to leave the car, at least not until HE's ready.
There's no mommy separation anxiety here!
There's no mommy separation anxiety here!
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
fun times
Sylvia and Rafa are a blast to talk to. It's wonderful to get a glimpse of their experiences in our world. It's also mostly fun to hear them talk to each other. Mostly because their talking to each other generally takes the form of commands and refusals. I don't know if it's patience or persistence but they can 'argue' for-e-ver. "Rafa, your milk!" "I don't want it!" "Rafa, your milk!" "I don't want it!" "Rafa, your milk!" "I don't want it!" And on. They still believe that the art of persuasion lies in volume. Fun times.
One particularly sweet moment happened when I was pretty much livid. They didn't want to nap and wouldn't listen to me telling them to rest, so D removed Sylvia to the crib in the nursery. Which made her cry, naturally. Rafa, from his crib in the other room shouted, "Sylvia, don't cry!! Sing!!" We love that they sing. We love that they sing together. We don't love when it keeps them from napping.
Rafa has also recently decided that socks should be worn as gloves. It's hilarious. A little gross at mealtimes, but so is digging in the dirt at the playground that animals use as their litter box.
One particularly sweet moment happened when I was pretty much livid. They didn't want to nap and wouldn't listen to me telling them to rest, so D removed Sylvia to the crib in the nursery. Which made her cry, naturally. Rafa, from his crib in the other room shouted, "Sylvia, don't cry!! Sing!!" We love that they sing. We love that they sing together. We don't love when it keeps them from napping.
Rafa has also recently decided that socks should be worn as gloves. It's hilarious. A little gross at mealtimes, but so is digging in the dirt at the playground that animals use as their litter box.
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