I swear that with each passing day, Olivia does something that only proves to me that she is getting older and bigger (sniffle sniffle). It is usually by the things that come out of her mouth, as she never ceases to amaze me. However, our big girl moment as of lately is that Olivia is now sleeping in her "big girl bed". We finally bit the bullet and decided that we had to get her out the crib, since Elliot will be needing it hopefully sooner than later. I hoenstly thought this was going to be a dramatic process, as every big change in Olivia's world has the requirement of being dramatic (hmm, wonder why). We started with nap on Saturday and I will be honest in saying that things started out rough. After about 45 minutes to an hour of playing around and being a little naughty, I finally got stern and used my "mommy isn't happy" voice and she fell asleep. She has slept in her bed Saturday, Sunday and Monday nights and has had no problems. I am also relieved that she is in a bed now, as about a week ago, she decided to escape from her crib at about 2 a.m. and fell on her head. Oops.
This Halloween, Olivia was much happier. She went as a giraffe this year and was the cutest darn giraffe I have ever seen.
Olivia's new thing (and we don't know why) is to run after something yelling, "I got it, I got it, I got it". Weird kid.
Ever since Olivia could say it, she has been calling my dad and father-in-law Pop Pop. However, she could not for the life of her get out grandma. A few weeks ago Chuck's parents were here and Kathy got her to say Granny, so that is what she calls Kathy. However, she has not called my mom that. We finally figured out the other day what she calls my mom. After saying numersous times "say grandma" this is what she says every time, "Geega". I told my mom that is what my kids are going to call her forever now just because it makes me laugh.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
She Really Isn't A Barn Animal
Well, I knew it was too good to be true. Olivia finally succomed to an illness. After being exposed to possibly everything under the moon, she started running a low grade temp with a horse voice about Tuesday of last week. By Saturday night a bit of a rash was forming on her tush, with a couple spots on her hands and ankles. By the time she woke up from her nap on Sunday she had a temp of almost 102 and more spots on her hands and butt. After a horribly rough Sunday night for her and about an hours worth of sleep for me, another high temperature and more spots I self-diagnosed her with hand, foot, mouth disease (I know sounds like she should be living in a barn, thus the post title) and made a doctor appointment. By 1:00 Monday afternoon her spots had increased and her poor little mouth was full of blisters. It has been rough and Livy has been a trooper. Dr. Wadle said she will start to feel better within 4 to 5 days. Luckily, she had no temp this morning and we hope things are on the downhill slope.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Watch Out
Olivia has this push toy that turns into a car thingy she can sit on and ride. Well, when it was a push toy she never pushed it and now that she can ride it, she wants to push it. So, I turned it back into a push toy on Saturday, took down the baby gates and let her push it all over the house. I must add that she was thrilled that the gates were down, though it didn't last long, as she started pulling on the sliding glass door blinds in the dining room, so they went back up. Well, as she is pushing her toy into the living room, nowhere near where the dog is laying down, she veers towards him and once she is within inches of him she rudely says "ch out, Dodo" (aka watch out Dodo) and runs him down. Are you serious kid? She later looked at me and said "ch out, mom", though she made a wise decision and did not run me down. She now says "ch out, Dodo" on a regular basis, just to be sating it.
While the gates were down, I noticed that Olivia was in the kitchen and was rather quiet. This is not necessarily a good thing. So I called out to her and asked her what she was doing. She came around the corner with her purple ball and said "I'm playing with my ball" (duh mom), turned around and walked away. Now, I wasn't sure if that was what I really heard because it simply amazes me what is coming out of her mouth these days. So, I looked at my mother-in-law and asked her if that was what my child had just said to me. Sure enough, Granny B heard it as well. The funny thing was that she said it in such a way that made me feel like a complete idiot for even asking such a question. Oh, it has only just begun hasn't it?
While the gates were down, I noticed that Olivia was in the kitchen and was rather quiet. This is not necessarily a good thing. So I called out to her and asked her what she was doing. She came around the corner with her purple ball and said "I'm playing with my ball" (duh mom), turned around and walked away. Now, I wasn't sure if that was what I really heard because it simply amazes me what is coming out of her mouth these days. So, I looked at my mother-in-law and asked her if that was what my child had just said to me. Sure enough, Granny B heard it as well. The funny thing was that she said it in such a way that made me feel like a complete idiot for even asking such a question. Oh, it has only just begun hasn't it?
Thursday, October 8, 2009
This Morning
This was Olivia and I 's conversation as I was getting her out of the car this morning.
M: "Do you want your milk"?
O: "No, put it in the bag".
M: (surprised by an entire sentence of that length) "Put it in the bag"?
O: "Yeah".
M: "Do you want your milk"?
O: "No, put it in the bag".
M: (surprised by an entire sentence of that length) "Put it in the bag"?
O: "Yeah".
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
More Random Thoughts
Every time Olivia sees football on the TV or hears it on the radio she points and says "football". If it's a good day she will say "Vikings". Olivia also correlates any piece of Viking clothing that has the Viking head on it as "football".
Olivia now sings the ABC song. We can totally make out the tune and up until the letter E, but then the letter sounds turn into made up sounds, but at least it is still with the correct tune. She has also begun to count. On a daily basis we get "one, two.....FIVE". We are working on this. She did count eight, nine, ten the other day though. Don't ask what happened to the other numbers because I have no clue.
Now when Olivis decides she wants to pick up her toys (which isn't that often) she signs the pick up song. A few days ago out of the blue I hear "pick up, pick up, everybody, pick up, pick up".
When Olivia has finished eating she now tells me "done" and shoves the plate to me. If she actually ate everything on her plate she says "gone" instead.
I no longer dictate when Olivia goes to be and I no longer carry her to bed. I have found that she sleeps much better if I let her tell me when she is ready. Bedtime has moved to more around 8 instead of 7, but when she is tired she comes up and says "night night", hands me Bob, Petunia, and blanky and she walks to her bedroom. This is sad to me in a way because it just confirms that she is getting older and that she truly is an independent kid.
Unfortunately, Olivia has becoem more attached to binky and tries to get the stinkin thing whenever she can. She is only supposed to get it at naps and bedtime, but she has finagled her way into getting it more often than not lately. I hate the binky!
Olivia now sings the ABC song. We can totally make out the tune and up until the letter E, but then the letter sounds turn into made up sounds, but at least it is still with the correct tune. She has also begun to count. On a daily basis we get "one, two.....FIVE". We are working on this. She did count eight, nine, ten the other day though. Don't ask what happened to the other numbers because I have no clue.
Now when Olivis decides she wants to pick up her toys (which isn't that often) she signs the pick up song. A few days ago out of the blue I hear "pick up, pick up, everybody, pick up, pick up".
When Olivia has finished eating she now tells me "done" and shoves the plate to me. If she actually ate everything on her plate she says "gone" instead.
I no longer dictate when Olivia goes to be and I no longer carry her to bed. I have found that she sleeps much better if I let her tell me when she is ready. Bedtime has moved to more around 8 instead of 7, but when she is tired she comes up and says "night night", hands me Bob, Petunia, and blanky and she walks to her bedroom. This is sad to me in a way because it just confirms that she is getting older and that she truly is an independent kid.
Unfortunately, Olivia has becoem more attached to binky and tries to get the stinkin thing whenever she can. She is only supposed to get it at naps and bedtime, but she has finagled her way into getting it more often than not lately. I hate the binky!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Potty?
Olivia walked up to me yesterday before dinner and said "potty". So I asked her if she needed to potty and she said "yeah". Once we got to the bathroom, Olivia started playing with her bath toys, so I thought she just said potty to get me to open the bathroom door. I again asked if she needed to go potty and again she said "yeah". I quickly stripped her of her pants, and diaper and sat her on the pot. After a few seconds Olivia got up to reveal, nothing. I thanked her for trying and said "let's go get a diaper". We both went into her bedroom, but while I was getting out the diaper, Olivia ran out. I called to her a couple times and told her to come back in, without any success. I went into the living room, where Olivia was standing with her little bare butt hanging out, peeing on my living room carpet. At least she knows when she needs to pee.
Monday, September 28, 2009
New Shoes
A few weeks ago, I decided that Olivia needed to wear the new Puma sneakers I had bought for her. In the spring she was wearing a size 4 Puma, so I bought a size 5 for late summer/early fall. Now, if you put the sole of the shoe up to the bottom of her foot, this shoe is the correct size and theoretically should fit. So, after a good 30 seconds of me trying to shove/force her shoe on, without much success I might add, and with Chuck standing next to me saying "it's not going to fit" and Olivia sitting on her big girl bed saying "owie, owie, owie" I finally gave up and put on her crocs.
Fast forward to this past Sunday, when I decided to take Olivia to Sride Rite to get fitted for tennis shoes and a pair of dress shoes. Let me first add that Olivia usually takes a 2 1/2 to 3 hour nap on the weekends. Her nap on this particular day lasted 1 hour and 20 min. To make a LONG story short Olivia screamed bloody murder when the nice sales lady was trying to size her foot on that metal shoe thingy. She continued to scream bloody murder while the nice sales lady put on a pair of sneakers and again when the nice sales lady put on the dress shoes. Needless to say, Olivia did get her shoes, but here's the kicker. Now remember, the Pumas were a size 5, Olivia's new tennis shoes are a size 7 1/2 extra wide and her dress shoes are a size 7 extra wide. No wonder the damn Pumas wouldn't fit! With that said, both pairs of new shoes are long, but because of her foot width, they have to go with the bigger size(apparently, that's how it works with fat footed kids). The sales lady kindly said that Olivia just has "special feet".
I must also add at this point that Olivia's feet look just like her fathers. I am the first to admit that I have ugly, bony, veiny feet, that are wide. However, Chuck (and Olivia) have puffy feet. Yes, puffy feet or one could call them fluffy. That is the sole reason why this child needs an extra wide shoe. And both of the teir feet are uglier than mine!
Fast forward to this past Sunday, when I decided to take Olivia to Sride Rite to get fitted for tennis shoes and a pair of dress shoes. Let me first add that Olivia usually takes a 2 1/2 to 3 hour nap on the weekends. Her nap on this particular day lasted 1 hour and 20 min. To make a LONG story short Olivia screamed bloody murder when the nice sales lady was trying to size her foot on that metal shoe thingy. She continued to scream bloody murder while the nice sales lady put on a pair of sneakers and again when the nice sales lady put on the dress shoes. Needless to say, Olivia did get her shoes, but here's the kicker. Now remember, the Pumas were a size 5, Olivia's new tennis shoes are a size 7 1/2 extra wide and her dress shoes are a size 7 extra wide. No wonder the damn Pumas wouldn't fit! With that said, both pairs of new shoes are long, but because of her foot width, they have to go with the bigger size(apparently, that's how it works with fat footed kids). The sales lady kindly said that Olivia just has "special feet".
I must also add at this point that Olivia's feet look just like her fathers. I am the first to admit that I have ugly, bony, veiny feet, that are wide. However, Chuck (and Olivia) have puffy feet. Yes, puffy feet or one could call them fluffy. That is the sole reason why this child needs an extra wide shoe. And both of the teir feet are uglier than mine!
Monday, September 14, 2009
Vikings, Cheers and Potty
When we now say Vikes or Vikings to Olivia, she is able to locate the Viking head/logo and point to it. She also correlates the Vikings with the color purple and says "puple".
Olivia now takes her sippy cup and holds it up to us and says "cheers". She does this even if we do not have something we are currently drinking out of, as well as to the dog. Hmm. She also tries to pound it with the dog as well. Hmm, again. At least he has paws she can pound I guess.
Unfortuntaely, Olivia now thinks that just sitting on her potty means that we need to make a rukus for her. It has been that everytime she goes potty she runs her little naked body around the house with her hands thrown abouve her head clapping and cheering. Now, she does that after sitting on the pot for a mere 3 seconds with nothing in the toilet. Apparently, we need to work on this.
Olivia now takes her sippy cup and holds it up to us and says "cheers". She does this even if we do not have something we are currently drinking out of, as well as to the dog. Hmm. She also tries to pound it with the dog as well. Hmm, again. At least he has paws she can pound I guess.
Unfortuntaely, Olivia now thinks that just sitting on her potty means that we need to make a rukus for her. It has been that everytime she goes potty she runs her little naked body around the house with her hands thrown abouve her head clapping and cheering. Now, she does that after sitting on the pot for a mere 3 seconds with nothing in the toilet. Apparently, we need to work on this.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Random Thoughts
So this morning Chuck was sitting next to Olivia on the couch pretending to laugh. After a few seconds Olivia looked at him and said "just shut up".
Olivia unmistakably knows who Sponge Bob is now. When she sees a picture of him or you ask her to say Sponge Bob she says "Spun Bob".
At dinner tongiht Olivia dropped a pea, looked at me and said "where'd it go"? A couple minutes later she found it in her lap and shouted "there it is" and proceeded to eat it with a big smile on her face.
Olivia now sits on top of her Leap Frog music thingy (it sits about a foot off the floor) and pushes herself up to the end table in the living room to watch the digital photo frame.
Pee peeing in the potty (for Olivia, not Chuck or I, though it would be cool if we could train KB) occurs every night after dinner and before putting Olivia's jammies on. We now need to work on other times of the day. We have tried right when she gets up in the morning, but she isn't into it yet.
Instead of just pointing to eyes, nose and mouth when we say them, Olivia now says the words and points to the appropriate body part. However, when pointing to the appropriate body part, more specifically when pointing to my appropriate body part, she jabs my eyes out, picks my nose and pulls my lips. I even had a bloody lip from it yesterday.
I am no longer "mama", but instead "mommy, mommy, mommy" said with unnecessary urgency every time she says it.
Olivia says "Elliot". Early preparation is essential.
Apparently, Olivia has nawed the buttons off of the TV remote. Hmm, how is that odd? Let's think about that for a minute.
Olivia unmistakably knows who Sponge Bob is now. When she sees a picture of him or you ask her to say Sponge Bob she says "Spun Bob".
At dinner tongiht Olivia dropped a pea, looked at me and said "where'd it go"? A couple minutes later she found it in her lap and shouted "there it is" and proceeded to eat it with a big smile on her face.
Olivia now sits on top of her Leap Frog music thingy (it sits about a foot off the floor) and pushes herself up to the end table in the living room to watch the digital photo frame.
Pee peeing in the potty (for Olivia, not Chuck or I, though it would be cool if we could train KB) occurs every night after dinner and before putting Olivia's jammies on. We now need to work on other times of the day. We have tried right when she gets up in the morning, but she isn't into it yet.
Instead of just pointing to eyes, nose and mouth when we say them, Olivia now says the words and points to the appropriate body part. However, when pointing to the appropriate body part, more specifically when pointing to my appropriate body part, she jabs my eyes out, picks my nose and pulls my lips. I even had a bloody lip from it yesterday.
I am no longer "mama", but instead "mommy, mommy, mommy" said with unnecessary urgency every time she says it.
Olivia says "Elliot". Early preparation is essential.
Apparently, Olivia has nawed the buttons off of the TV remote. Hmm, how is that odd? Let's think about that for a minute.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
7 Months and 2 Days
Olivia apparently thinks she is beyond having to sit in her car seat because more often than not recently we are experiencing shrieks of horror and ridiculous protests whenever we try and put her in the carseat. This afternoon she decided to climb into the other chair in the backseat and proceeded to try and put the seatbelt on. Let me just say that Olivia arching her back and straightening her body is almost impossible to fight against when one is 7 months and 2 days pregnant. It literally takes all I have to get her in the seat and I can feel it pull straight across the big ole belly.
Olivia also believes that she is such a big girl now that she can walk every where. Now, this is actually a blessing of sorts (being 7 months and 2 days pregnant) as she is getting a little heavy for me to lug around at this point. With that said, it is NOT a blessing when I want to buzz into Target real quick and she refuses to sit in the cart, but instead wants to walk. What should have taken a measley 5 minutes, ended up being a 20 minute adventure of sorts. The child meandered her way through the store (she usually runs everywhere) and then decided it would be fun to take every stinkin thing within her reach off of the shelves and place them elsewhere. Let me also add to this that Olivia has become quite the pro at dropping to the ground and going dead weight (real fun when you are 7 months and 2 days pregnant, carrying a purse on one arm and holding the convenient red Target basket with the hand that is not pulling Olivia's arm out of it's socket in an attempt to stand her back up). Oh, it gets better. She then decides (while sitting in the middle of the aisle) that it is a good time for a nap, looks at me, says "night night" and lays on her tummy. At that point in the game I had become extrememly amused and just started laughing. Olivia took advantage of this momentary lapse in judegement, stood up and took off running through the girls clothes section. Being 7months and 2 days pregnant AND it being the end of the day, I was in no shape to run after her. After at least 2 passes through that particular section of the store and pulling socks off the hooks as she ran through, I finally put the kabash on the shenanigans and carried her to the check-out with her saying "down" the entire time.
By the way I am now 7 months and 2 days pregnant (in case you didn't know). Things are going well and I am measuring two weeks ahead of schedule. I am coming up on the home stretch and am very ready to be DONE!
Olivia also believes that she is such a big girl now that she can walk every where. Now, this is actually a blessing of sorts (being 7 months and 2 days pregnant) as she is getting a little heavy for me to lug around at this point. With that said, it is NOT a blessing when I want to buzz into Target real quick and she refuses to sit in the cart, but instead wants to walk. What should have taken a measley 5 minutes, ended up being a 20 minute adventure of sorts. The child meandered her way through the store (she usually runs everywhere) and then decided it would be fun to take every stinkin thing within her reach off of the shelves and place them elsewhere. Let me also add to this that Olivia has become quite the pro at dropping to the ground and going dead weight (real fun when you are 7 months and 2 days pregnant, carrying a purse on one arm and holding the convenient red Target basket with the hand that is not pulling Olivia's arm out of it's socket in an attempt to stand her back up). Oh, it gets better. She then decides (while sitting in the middle of the aisle) that it is a good time for a nap, looks at me, says "night night" and lays on her tummy. At that point in the game I had become extrememly amused and just started laughing. Olivia took advantage of this momentary lapse in judegement, stood up and took off running through the girls clothes section. Being 7months and 2 days pregnant AND it being the end of the day, I was in no shape to run after her. After at least 2 passes through that particular section of the store and pulling socks off the hooks as she ran through, I finally put the kabash on the shenanigans and carried her to the check-out with her saying "down" the entire time.
By the way I am now 7 months and 2 days pregnant (in case you didn't know). Things are going well and I am measuring two weeks ahead of schedule. I am coming up on the home stretch and am very ready to be DONE!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
What A Big Girl!
I was getting Olivia naked for her bath this evening and when I got to her diaper Olivia said "potty". Now, this is the 2nd time in 3 days that she has said this. Last time, I was running late for work and I think she was rushed, because there was no potty when we got done. Anyway, I happily obliged and stuck her on her kid toilet. After about a minute, Olivia got up, so I asked her if she was done. She said no and sat back down for a about another minute. She then hoped into the tub and took her bath. About 10 minutes had passed, Chuck was in Olivia's room drying her off and I was back in the bathroom getting a washcloth when I happened to look down only to find that Olivia's potty was wet inside. I ran back into her room and said "Olivia, did you potty in the toilet"? (Like she knows what toliet means). She looked dead at me and said "yeah". So I again said "you pottied in your potty"? And she again looked at me and said "yeah". Of course, I didn't believe her, so I took a piece of toilet paper and dabbed at it. Low and behold it came back yellow! I felt bad that I didn't realize it right when she did it, so I could have praised her at the time. However, because I have a genius child, she still got the drift and knew what I was talking about.
Don't remember if I mentioned this in a previous blog, but Olivia is now into calling her beloved father "Chuck". He hates it and it cracks me up. Aunt Stacy was trying to teach her to call him Chuckage this evening and Olivia even said it a few times.
Don't remember if I mentioned this in a previous blog, but Olivia is now into calling her beloved father "Chuck". He hates it and it cracks me up. Aunt Stacy was trying to teach her to call him Chuckage this evening and Olivia even said it a few times.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Oh ivia
So, I realized that I do not blog nearly as much as I used to. Because of this oversight, I have also realized that I did not share one of Olivia's funnier moments this summer (at least I don't think I did - if I did, too bad, read it again).
So whenever Chuck farts or Olivia farts (I don't fart) Chuck will say "Daddy's a tooty pants" or "Livy's a tooty pants". Well, one fine Sunday morning Olivia was sitting on my lap and we were watching Clubhouse Mickey, which Olivia calls "Hot dog" (they do the hot dog dance and sing the hot dog song at the end of each episode) and she farted. I looked at her and said "Livy tooty pants. Did you fart"? Olivia looked up at me shook her head and said "No. Daddy do it". Chuck was asleep in the bedroom.....
The other day I wore a new necklace and I picked Oliva up to tell her goodbye. She touched my necklace, smiled at me and said "pretty". Add that to the ever growing list of words (now past 60).
For those of you who do not know, there is a set of children's books entitled Olivia. They are about the adventures of a pig named Olivia. A couple of months ago we saw a stuffed Olivia pig at Baby Gap and of course I bought it. Olivia loved that pig for about 3 minutes and then she hasn't seen it since, as it was thrown into her toy box. Well, the other day she happened to find Olivia the Pig in her toy box. She picked it up, looked at it, looked at me, looked back at the pig and said "Oh ivia". I was shocked. I have been trying to get her to say Livy forever with no success. Well, I jumped at the opportunity and asked her if that was her name and she proudly said "yeah". Now whenever I ask Olivia what her name is, she says "Oh ivia". In fact, this morning at the breakfast table she was singing "Oh ivia, Oh ivia, Oh ivia" repeatedly.
We are currently working on the word grandma. She has Papa down, no problem. We finally decided to just call Grandma, "G". However, the other day we switched things up a bit and decided on "Grr Ma" (we were trying to sound out grandma).
So whenever Chuck farts or Olivia farts (I don't fart) Chuck will say "Daddy's a tooty pants" or "Livy's a tooty pants". Well, one fine Sunday morning Olivia was sitting on my lap and we were watching Clubhouse Mickey, which Olivia calls "Hot dog" (they do the hot dog dance and sing the hot dog song at the end of each episode) and she farted. I looked at her and said "Livy tooty pants. Did you fart"? Olivia looked up at me shook her head and said "No. Daddy do it". Chuck was asleep in the bedroom.....
The other day I wore a new necklace and I picked Oliva up to tell her goodbye. She touched my necklace, smiled at me and said "pretty". Add that to the ever growing list of words (now past 60).
For those of you who do not know, there is a set of children's books entitled Olivia. They are about the adventures of a pig named Olivia. A couple of months ago we saw a stuffed Olivia pig at Baby Gap and of course I bought it. Olivia loved that pig for about 3 minutes and then she hasn't seen it since, as it was thrown into her toy box. Well, the other day she happened to find Olivia the Pig in her toy box. She picked it up, looked at it, looked at me, looked back at the pig and said "Oh ivia". I was shocked. I have been trying to get her to say Livy forever with no success. Well, I jumped at the opportunity and asked her if that was her name and she proudly said "yeah". Now whenever I ask Olivia what her name is, she says "Oh ivia". In fact, this morning at the breakfast table she was singing "Oh ivia, Oh ivia, Oh ivia" repeatedly.
We are currently working on the word grandma. She has Papa down, no problem. We finally decided to just call Grandma, "G". However, the other day we switched things up a bit and decided on "Grr Ma" (we were trying to sound out grandma).
Monday, August 3, 2009
POW!
Olivia now "pounds it" and blows it up at the end. It's awesome. She enjoys it so much that she even gets a little cranky when you tell her all done. We must give props to Aunt Stacy who started this back in the day when Olivia just sort of looked at her like she was a lunatic (*Note, Olivia is a good judge of character even at this age). Olivia also gives the thumbs up sign, taught to her by Pop Pop Mackin.
I was reading a piece of literature (needed to throw in a word that made me sound smart and sophisticated)that we received at the pediatricians last week. It said that at this age (18 months) a child should be able to say 15-20 words other than mama and dada. This prompted me to write down all the words that Olivia says. The list continues to grow as I have forgotten some and then remember them as she says them again. Anyway, we are up to about 52 words that she says on a regular basis. Add to her list of vocabulary "dang it" now as well. Hey, it's better than "shit".
We spent the weekend at Nana and Grandpa B's house with Chuck's sister and her kids this weekend. We had a wonderful weekend and Olivia did a great job. She had a few conversations with Nana B (literally nothing no one could understand but the two of them)and loved hanging out with her big cousins even though she see's them everyday at Kim's house.
A note from Olivia:
dd
k8;kop9j999m;/////////////m,.u8mmukhj
o,gyhynhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhioj
I was reading a piece of literature (needed to throw in a word that made me sound smart and sophisticated)that we received at the pediatricians last week. It said that at this age (18 months) a child should be able to say 15-20 words other than mama and dada. This prompted me to write down all the words that Olivia says. The list continues to grow as I have forgotten some and then remember them as she says them again. Anyway, we are up to about 52 words that she says on a regular basis. Add to her list of vocabulary "dang it" now as well. Hey, it's better than "shit".
We spent the weekend at Nana and Grandpa B's house with Chuck's sister and her kids this weekend. We had a wonderful weekend and Olivia did a great job. She had a few conversations with Nana B (literally nothing no one could understand but the two of them)and loved hanging out with her big cousins even though she see's them everyday at Kim's house.
A note from Olivia:
dd
k8;kop9j999m;/////////////m,.u8mmukhj
o,gyhynhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhioj
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
18 Month Check-up
So, I finally figured out why Olivia was having a hard time sleeping and had a her temp for a few days. As we were eating dinner the other night Olivia started screaming bloody murder. So, I of course took this opportunity to take a look in her wailing mouth and found 2 new teeth that had just started breaking through the skin. The poor thing couldn't even eat rice that night for dinner. Things have since calmed down and she is back to normal. Whatever normal is.
The verdict is in and Olivia is officially a peanut and obviously does not have my genes. According to our pediatrician she is in the 25%ile for weight, height and head circumference (no suprise on that one). However, she is healthy as can be and there are no concerns. Dr. Wadle was impressed with Olivia's vocabulary and knowledge of body parts and animal sounds, as well as with her outgoing personality. Olivia received 2 shots, but no more until 4years old. She handled the shots well with just a moment of crying (less than 20 seconds) and gave Nurse Brandi "the eye". However, I think the side effects of the shots are kicking in, as she is currently taking her nap and just woke up sobbing and feeling very warm.
Unfortunately, Olivia is going through one of the many phases she will face along her journey of toddlerhood. She just happens to hit anyone or anything that crosses her path. I'm not talking just a little love pat here. I'm talking open palm, full fledged slaps across the face or upside the head. Nice. Kim, as well as Dr. Wadle assured me that this is normal and all kids go though either hitting, biting or both. Now, my dad would say that she is just taking after her mom and being a bully.
The verdict is in and Olivia is officially a peanut and obviously does not have my genes. According to our pediatrician she is in the 25%ile for weight, height and head circumference (no suprise on that one). However, she is healthy as can be and there are no concerns. Dr. Wadle was impressed with Olivia's vocabulary and knowledge of body parts and animal sounds, as well as with her outgoing personality. Olivia received 2 shots, but no more until 4years old. She handled the shots well with just a moment of crying (less than 20 seconds) and gave Nurse Brandi "the eye". However, I think the side effects of the shots are kicking in, as she is currently taking her nap and just woke up sobbing and feeling very warm.
Unfortunately, Olivia is going through one of the many phases she will face along her journey of toddlerhood. She just happens to hit anyone or anything that crosses her path. I'm not talking just a little love pat here. I'm talking open palm, full fledged slaps across the face or upside the head. Nice. Kim, as well as Dr. Wadle assured me that this is normal and all kids go though either hitting, biting or both. Now, my dad would say that she is just taking after her mom and being a bully.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
She Says and DOES the Darndest Things
So, before getting out of her crib yesterday morning, KB walked in and gave Olivia a good ole lick through the bars of her crib. She absolutely loved it and beamed. This is Olivia and my's conversation that followed.
M: "You love Dodo"
O: "Yeah"
M: "You love Mama"
O: "No, just Dodo"
Because I am getting to the stage where climbing over the baby gates throughout the house is no longer fun or easy, I try to make things as easy as possible and climb over them as little infrequently as I can. Well, this afternoon I was trying to pick up the house and needed to take out some garbage. Usually, I just climb over the baby gate and take the garbage out the front door because one of the gates is blocking our side door. Today, I decided that Olivia would be fine with the gate down for the 3 seconds it would take me to go down 3 steps, walk 2 spaces and throw the garbage in the can. Before I hit the bottom step, I heard the door click shut behind me. No biggie. But before I could take the 2 steps to the garbage can, I then thougt "Crap, I hope that door isn't locked" (our door has one of those locks that you can open from the inside without really unlocking it, but you can't open it from the outside, as it is still technically locked). Fearing the worst, I tried to open the door and found that it was indeed locked, along with the front door and all the windows in the house. My 18 month old had locked me out. After looking for a key I thought was hidden outside, running across the street to use the neighbors phone to call my mom to bring the spare key, calling Chuck to double check that we didn't have a key outside, getting a spare key from our neighbor only to learn that it was the old key and then finally locating the darn key I knew was hidden outside but didn'nt see, I made it back into the house only to find Olivia "talking" on my cell phone adn pointing to the house phone that was ringing. This entire ordeal, whihc I say lasted anywhere from 5-10 minutes, did not phase Olivia in the least. If anything it stressed KB out more than anything. I guess I learned my lesson.
Olivia has also been sick the past few days. On Sunday, it looked as if pink eye was coming on and she ended up with a temp of 103. Monday was better, but she wasn't herself, had the poops and ended up with a temp of 101 by bedtime. Today, she slept a lot of the day and had a temp of around 100. She seems to be feeling a little better. At least good enough to pull her little stunt this afternoon.
M: "You love Dodo"
O: "Yeah"
M: "You love Mama"
O: "No, just Dodo"
Because I am getting to the stage where climbing over the baby gates throughout the house is no longer fun or easy, I try to make things as easy as possible and climb over them as little infrequently as I can. Well, this afternoon I was trying to pick up the house and needed to take out some garbage. Usually, I just climb over the baby gate and take the garbage out the front door because one of the gates is blocking our side door. Today, I decided that Olivia would be fine with the gate down for the 3 seconds it would take me to go down 3 steps, walk 2 spaces and throw the garbage in the can. Before I hit the bottom step, I heard the door click shut behind me. No biggie. But before I could take the 2 steps to the garbage can, I then thougt "Crap, I hope that door isn't locked" (our door has one of those locks that you can open from the inside without really unlocking it, but you can't open it from the outside, as it is still technically locked). Fearing the worst, I tried to open the door and found that it was indeed locked, along with the front door and all the windows in the house. My 18 month old had locked me out. After looking for a key I thought was hidden outside, running across the street to use the neighbors phone to call my mom to bring the spare key, calling Chuck to double check that we didn't have a key outside, getting a spare key from our neighbor only to learn that it was the old key and then finally locating the darn key I knew was hidden outside but didn'nt see, I made it back into the house only to find Olivia "talking" on my cell phone adn pointing to the house phone that was ringing. This entire ordeal, whihc I say lasted anywhere from 5-10 minutes, did not phase Olivia in the least. If anything it stressed KB out more than anything. I guess I learned my lesson.
Olivia has also been sick the past few days. On Sunday, it looked as if pink eye was coming on and she ended up with a temp of 103. Monday was better, but she wasn't herself, had the poops and ended up with a temp of 101 by bedtime. Today, she slept a lot of the day and had a temp of around 100. She seems to be feeling a little better. At least good enough to pull her little stunt this afternoon.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
18 months (almost)
Olivia and I ventured to Portrait Innovations this morning to have her 18 month pictures taken. She did a wonderful job and was as cute as could be. Too bad instead of the regular 20 minute wait for the pictures to be printed it was elongated to 45 minutes and then when we did return to pick them up 50 minutes later, we had to wait another 30 minutes until they were completely finished. Apparently the computer jammed. None the same, the pictures are great. Enjoy the slide show!
*Remember pictures are not cropped, so some may look a little off.
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Sunday, July 5, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Bathy Time
Olivia loves taking a bath. After dinner every night she says "bath" because that is when she takes one. She is really into laying flat in the tub with her head underwater. In fact, that is how I had to bathe her the other night, as she would not sit up until it was time to get out. Olivia also loves to brush her teeth. BY HERSELF. After bath and putting on jammies, she then puts her finger in her mouth and pretends to brush as a reminde
r that we need to do that next. Here are a couple pictures of Olivia in the tub and a nice little dancing video for you (also in the tub).If you can not see the pics or video remember to click on the link to take you to the actual blog site. Or type in http://bortschellerfamily.blogspot.com/
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Ow, Roar, Ahh Ahh
So, it appears that Olivia is finished teething for the time being and her appetite has returned. The kid ate more for dinner last night than Chuck and I combined. Just when I thought she was done eating she looked at me and said "more". I hesitated because she had never said that before, she had only given me the sign for more. Olivia saw the confusion on my face and I could see the wheels start turning. She again said "more" and when I still did nothing, she finally signed it. Smart kid. She also told me she wanted pudding for dessert last night. Yes, she said the word pudding.
Olivia finds great pleasure in teasing me by calling me Dada. This of course pleases Chuck to no end. I asked her yesterday who I was and she said "Dada" and then smiled. I asked her again and this time she said "Pop Pop" (that's what she calls my dad) and smiled. When I asked her a third time I was again Dada. You can bet she knew who I was when she was crying for dinner last night though "Mama Ma". Little turkey.
Whenever Olivia sees a cat or if you ask her what a kitty says, she says "Ow". She also growls when she sees a lion or you ask her what it says and when you ask her what a monkey does she acts like she is scratching her pits and says "ahh ahh". Every single item that she sleeps with (blanky, Petunia, Debbi, Night Night Bear and Bob - I know alot) are all called Bob now.
Operation Get Rid of Binky starts tomorrow. Wish me luck...
Olivia finds great pleasure in teasing me by calling me Dada. This of course pleases Chuck to no end. I asked her yesterday who I was and she said "Dada" and then smiled. I asked her again and this time she said "Pop Pop" (that's what she calls my dad) and smiled. When I asked her a third time I was again Dada. You can bet she knew who I was when she was crying for dinner last night though "Mama Ma". Little turkey.
Whenever Olivia sees a cat or if you ask her what a kitty says, she says "Ow". She also growls when she sees a lion or you ask her what it says and when you ask her what a monkey does she acts like she is scratching her pits and says "ahh ahh". Every single item that she sleeps with (blanky, Petunia, Debbi, Night Night Bear and Bob - I know alot) are all called Bob now.
Operation Get Rid of Binky starts tomorrow. Wish me luck...
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Oh Baby
Olivia's new thing is to say baby as much as possible. She says it to me, to Chuck, to the dog, anything. She doesn't just say baby, but she will say things like "oh baby" or "yeah baby". She also throws in "hi baby" and "bye baby". She has also started rubbing my tummy and saying "baby" and then hugging me.
Whenever she gets the chance Olivia hightails it to the bathroom to play with anythign she can get her hands on. As of lately, it's toilet paper. 
Olivia now says "thank you" (it sounds like "tang too" when Olivia says it) whenever she is given something. She usually whispers it as well. She is able to look at ceratin pictures and tell me what they are (she says "ow" for cat - you know meow) she also knows on, off, up down, in and out and we are starting to work on colors. Also, when we are picking up the living room for the night, Olivia now helps put her toys away, though most of the time she turns around and gets them back out.
Unfortunately, Olivia has been a little turkey this week. Of course she chose the week that Kim was on vacation to start teething again, so no relief for me, Her mood is great one minute and the next she is the biggest crab ever. She is hardly eating and is constantly drooling. I know for sure 2 new bottom teeth have come in (I accidently found them the other day when trying to pry my fingers out of the clutches of her teeth) but she will not let me in to see if anymore have popped up. She is now up to 14 teeth for sure.
Below are a couple pictures of Olivia's battle wound from when Aunt Dani and Bridgie came from Pella to babysit on Tuesday morning. First time ever Dani babysits and my kid gets a gash on the eye . . .
Whenever she gets the chance Olivia hightails it to the bathroom to play with anythign she can get her hands on. As of lately, it's toilet paper.
Friday, June 5, 2009
From the Mouth of Olivia
Olivia is speaking more and more lately. Here are a couple of her cute moments.
Now, I don't know how I failed to mention this when I wrote about our trip to Minneapolis, but I did. As we were in the car heading somewhere (not sure if we were on our way up, to the game or heading home) we are all just talking and hangining in the car when all of a sudden I swear that I hear Olivia say "shit". So being the person that I am, I look over at her and say "Olivia, did you just say shit"? She looks right at me and says "shit". My response, "that's what I thought". Guess I need to watch my vocabulary a little bit more.
This morning Olivia sneezed, so I said "bless you". She looked at me and said "thank you". She did it again later in the day to. Then when I sneezed she said"bless you" to me.
Olivia can also say many other words (up, down, hat, mama, dada, dodo, milk, bath, shoes, mine, hi, bye, pup, toes, toast, night night, bob, please, thank you, no, don't and whatever else happens to pop out from time to time) and she is repeating everything (thus the word shit). She is also beginning to sing, though I have no idea what she is singing, as I have yet to really make out any words.
Over the last couple of days, we have discovered that Olivia really likes mud. She likes sitting in mud, playing in mud and eating mud.
Olivia now wears a pink baseball hat on a daily basis. However, the hat must be worn backwards (she doesn't like it the normal way) and when she gets mad at Kim she takes it off and throws it down (thata girl). I wonder where she gets this behavior from?
Now, I don't know how I failed to mention this when I wrote about our trip to Minneapolis, but I did. As we were in the car heading somewhere (not sure if we were on our way up, to the game or heading home) we are all just talking and hangining in the car when all of a sudden I swear that I hear Olivia say "shit". So being the person that I am, I look over at her and say "Olivia, did you just say shit"? She looks right at me and says "shit". My response, "that's what I thought". Guess I need to watch my vocabulary a little bit more.
This morning Olivia sneezed, so I said "bless you". She looked at me and said "thank you". She did it again later in the day to. Then when I sneezed she said"bless you" to me.
Olivia can also say many other words (up, down, hat, mama, dada, dodo, milk, bath, shoes, mine, hi, bye, pup, toes, toast, night night, bob, please, thank you, no, don't and whatever else happens to pop out from time to time) and she is repeating everything (thus the word shit). She is also beginning to sing, though I have no idea what she is singing, as I have yet to really make out any words.
Over the last couple of days, we have discovered that Olivia really likes mud. She likes sitting in mud, playing in mud and eating mud.
Olivia now wears a pink baseball hat on a daily basis. However, the hat must be worn backwards (she doesn't like it the normal way) and when she gets mad at Kim she takes it off and throws it down (thata girl). I wonder where she gets this behavior from?
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Go Twins Go!
We ventured north to Minneapolis on Sunday to catch a Twins vs. Red Sox game with our friends Kelly and Chris (who happen to be Sox fans). Now, at the time of buying our tickets, which was months ago, Olivia's favorite word was NOT "down" and her favorite thing to do was NOT run around like a mad woman. Well, things change in the span of 2 or 3 months. I can honestly say that I was dreading the weekend and was almost willing to take a loss on the $80 some dollars we spent on tickets. But, I prayed for the best and off we went Sunday morning. Kelly is from the Minneapolis area (traitor, cheering for the Red Sox) so we stayed with her parents Sunday afternoon and night. We had a wonderful time and Olivia slept most of the time (nap from 2:30-5:00 when we got there and then bed from 8:00 to the next morning). When she was awake she entertained all of us with her dancing and babbling.
Now, on to Monday's game. I was fully expecting to chase Olivia around the Metrodome for the majority of the game, which is not fun to do period, especially now that I am supposed to be taking it easy and lifting her as little as possible. Man, did this child shock the heck out of Chuck and I. She sat through the entire game (no one had to get up and walk with her once). OK, I use the word sat loosely, as she went from lap to lap and stood on Chuck most of the time. Poor Chuck didn't see hardly any of the game because he was holding Olivia most of the time (she likes to stand on my stomach, which is not a good thing at this point). She became a little fussy at one point because she didn't get a nap, but after a few minutes she was either so tired she was delirious or she got a second wind because she was happy, clapping, dancing and cheering. I also thought on the car ride back home she would completely crash. Wrong again. Olivia took a 20 minute cat nap at the very start of our trip home, then was wide awake the rest of the trip.
All in all we had a great 2 days in Minneapolis. Too bad the Twins lost. Though Joe Mauer did come in during the last inning with 2 outs, 3 runs down with a runner on 1st and knocked a 2 run hommer. Too bad the next guy flied out.
Now, on to Monday's game. I was fully expecting to chase Olivia around the Metrodome for the majority of the game, which is not fun to do period, especially now that I am supposed to be taking it easy and lifting her as little as possible. Man, did this child shock the heck out of Chuck and I. She sat through the entire game (no one had to get up and walk with her once). OK, I use the word sat loosely, as she went from lap to lap and stood on Chuck most of the time. Poor Chuck didn't see hardly any of the game because he was holding Olivia most of the time (she likes to stand on my stomach, which is not a good thing at this point). She became a little fussy at one point because she didn't get a nap, but after a few minutes she was either so tired she was delirious or she got a second wind because she was happy, clapping, dancing and cheering. I also thought on the car ride back home she would completely crash. Wrong again. Olivia took a 20 minute cat nap at the very start of our trip home, then was wide awake the rest of the trip.
All in all we had a great 2 days in Minneapolis. Too bad the Twins lost. Though Joe Mauer did come in during the last inning with 2 outs, 3 runs down with a runner on 1st and knocked a 2 run hommer. Too bad the next guy flied out.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
The Comfort of a Mini-Van
So, we bit the bullet and bought our min-van Saturday. We ended up getting a 2008 Kia, Sedona and I love it (long story about the Toyota, Sienna. We even have a DVD system in it (Chuck says that was my mother's day gift).
Olivia is better for the most part. She still has a little bit of cough, especially in the mornings, but her mood is marvelous and she is back to sleeping through the night (praise Jesus). Unfortunately, I now have what Olivia had and I can honestly say that I am miserable. To add to the mix, I had an ocular migraine yesterday morning (come to find out I had them my entire pregnancy with Olivia, but did not know what they were until I met with my neurologist a couple of weeks ago and mentioned the squiggly lines and the one time I went blind in my left eye during my last pregnancy). What they are, are visual migraines (see spots, lines etc.) without the head pain of a migraine. So, the one I had yesterday made me go blind in my left eye for about 15 minutes and then after I regained my sight I had a dull headache, which later turned into a full fledged migraine (not cool, that did NOT happen my last pregnancy). Of course, I can take Tylenol (oh, works great for a migraine I tell you) and then I suffered through. It did not help that I was coughing so much that my brain felt like it was slamming around inside my head every time I coughed, which only added to the migraine. On a brighter note, the morning sickness is doing MUCH better and I have a mini-van!
Oh, for some reason, I have ultrasound next week. I'll keep ya posted.
Olivia is better for the most part. She still has a little bit of cough, especially in the mornings, but her mood is marvelous and she is back to sleeping through the night (praise Jesus). Unfortunately, I now have what Olivia had and I can honestly say that I am miserable. To add to the mix, I had an ocular migraine yesterday morning (come to find out I had them my entire pregnancy with Olivia, but did not know what they were until I met with my neurologist a couple of weeks ago and mentioned the squiggly lines and the one time I went blind in my left eye during my last pregnancy). What they are, are visual migraines (see spots, lines etc.) without the head pain of a migraine. So, the one I had yesterday made me go blind in my left eye for about 15 minutes and then after I regained my sight I had a dull headache, which later turned into a full fledged migraine (not cool, that did NOT happen my last pregnancy). Of course, I can take Tylenol (oh, works great for a migraine I tell you) and then I suffered through. It did not help that I was coughing so much that my brain felt like it was slamming around inside my head every time I coughed, which only added to the migraine. On a brighter note, the morning sickness is doing MUCH better and I have a mini-van!
Oh, for some reason, I have ultrasound next week. I'll keep ya posted.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Mini-van Mama
Ahh, that makes me laugh! I swore that I would NEVER get a min-van no matter what. Well, guess who went test driving last night and absolutely can't wait to get a mini-van? It was on our trip back from Green Bay over spring break (and I literally had known for 4 days that I was pregnant) that I vowed that a mini-van would be bought before Baby #2 arrived. I absolutely hated sitting on my knees in the front seat, stretching over to the back seat and trying to find binky for Olivia 500 zillion times. Plus, where the heck would we fit 2 car seats and KB when we all needed to go somewhere? So, my car was re-financed as of yesterday for a lower payment and we will be trading in Chuck's "ghetto car" as I call it. We will be lucky if we get $10 out of that thing, but its better than nothing. As of today the mini-van of choice is a 2007 Toyota Sienna. Chuck is returning with me tomorrow to check it out.
On to Olivia. Unfortunately, Olivia is sick again. That pesky respiratory virus she had a couple months ago (remember when we ended up at the ER) has returned. Only this time she can hardly stand the pain of her throat. She has had a temp of 102 since Monday late afternoon and it has continued into today. We went to the doctor and her ears are great, but her throat is incredibly red and raw. She cries and cries, can't eat because of the pain and was so afraid to drink her milk this morning that she was holding her sippy in front of her mouth sobbing and literally shaking. Poor pumpkin. She cried in her sleep throughout the night as well. Hopefully, this will pass, but until then it's going to be rough for her.
On to Olivia. Unfortunately, Olivia is sick again. That pesky respiratory virus she had a couple months ago (remember when we ended up at the ER) has returned. Only this time she can hardly stand the pain of her throat. She has had a temp of 102 since Monday late afternoon and it has continued into today. We went to the doctor and her ears are great, but her throat is incredibly red and raw. She cries and cries, can't eat because of the pain and was so afraid to drink her milk this morning that she was holding her sippy in front of her mouth sobbing and literally shaking. Poor pumpkin. She cried in her sleep throughout the night as well. Hopefully, this will pass, but until then it's going to be rough for her.
Monday, April 27, 2009
15 Month Check-Up
So, I happened to look at my planner around 10:30 this morning and realized that Olivia had her 15 month check-up scheduled for this afternoon. Pregnancy brain I tell you.
All is well and Olivia is a healthy little runt. She weighs 22 lbs, is 30 inches long and continues to have a small head. Weight is just under the 50%ile, height is around the 40%ile and head circumference, well, the 20%ile. It no longer bothers me that she has a Beetlejuice head, as I feel that she is the cutest darn Beetlejuice known to man, though Michael Keaton was pretty cute too. It did dawn on me that I do know where Olivia gets her little head and of course it is from me. When I buy baseball hats I can literally wear kid sizes and adult ones are always too big. Go figure.
For some reason I was unaware (don't ask me why, pregnancy brian again) that Olivia would receive not one, not two, but three shots today. She didn't even blink an eye with the first shot, but all hell broke loose on the second and third. The kid cried like you wouldn't believe. Of course, she gave Brandi (her nurse) "the eye" and refused to look at her or wave bye when we were leaving. She WILL be a grudge holder or a harborer of feelings (hmm, another trait of her mom's).
When I ask Olivia where her nose is now, she promptly touches her nose (maybe that is because she picks it to make me say "icy no picky"). She also touches her eye when I ask where her eye is (maybe that is because she tries to gouge mine out on a dialy basis) and knows what her toe toes are (maybe because she sucks the stupid things to tick me off). We are working on mouth and ear. She gets bored rather quickly when I repeatedly ask her to do things that are not on her agenda.
Now, a testimonial as to how smart Olivia really is. On Playhouse Disney there are two monkeys, Ooh and Aah who do little skits, sing and introduce the shows that will be coming on (if you are not familiar with Playhouse Disney, then I highly suggest you spend some quality time watching it on a daily basis). Well, at the end of Playhouse Disney time Ooh and Aah sing a goodbye song that goes "Ooh Ooh, Ooh Ooh, Aah Aah, Bye Bye, Ooh Ooh, Aah Aah, Bye Bye, Bye Bye". So, the other day Olivia and I are heading out and about in the pouring down rain after purchasing our FAVORITE new diaper bag (long story, ask later) and we are listening to the new Playhouse Disney CD I bought for us to listen to in the car (she absolutely loves it, I swear). Anyway, we are driving along and Ooh and Aah come on (they are the MC's for the CD) and they start singing a little bit of a different version (minus the bye bye part) but Olivia immediately starts saying "bye bye" every few seconds and waving. At first I thought maybe she was just saying bye bye, because she does say it out of the blue once in a while, but it was totally for the song. She did it again on the way home from the doctor today. Then, I began singing it in the living room after dinner and Olivia filled in with the "bye bye" part. Smart (another trait of her mom's).
Oh, and because I have not talked about poop in a really long time, I would like to share that Olivia no longer has nugget issues and poops with the best of them now. She has truly earned her name of Poopy Pants. Kim LOVES it!
All is well and Olivia is a healthy little runt. She weighs 22 lbs, is 30 inches long and continues to have a small head. Weight is just under the 50%ile, height is around the 40%ile and head circumference, well, the 20%ile. It no longer bothers me that she has a Beetlejuice head, as I feel that she is the cutest darn Beetlejuice known to man, though Michael Keaton was pretty cute too. It did dawn on me that I do know where Olivia gets her little head and of course it is from me. When I buy baseball hats I can literally wear kid sizes and adult ones are always too big. Go figure.
For some reason I was unaware (don't ask me why, pregnancy brian again) that Olivia would receive not one, not two, but three shots today. She didn't even blink an eye with the first shot, but all hell broke loose on the second and third. The kid cried like you wouldn't believe. Of course, she gave Brandi (her nurse) "the eye" and refused to look at her or wave bye when we were leaving. She WILL be a grudge holder or a harborer of feelings (hmm, another trait of her mom's).
When I ask Olivia where her nose is now, she promptly touches her nose (maybe that is because she picks it to make me say "icy no picky"). She also touches her eye when I ask where her eye is (maybe that is because she tries to gouge mine out on a dialy basis) and knows what her toe toes are (maybe because she sucks the stupid things to tick me off). We are working on mouth and ear. She gets bored rather quickly when I repeatedly ask her to do things that are not on her agenda.
Now, a testimonial as to how smart Olivia really is. On Playhouse Disney there are two monkeys, Ooh and Aah who do little skits, sing and introduce the shows that will be coming on (if you are not familiar with Playhouse Disney, then I highly suggest you spend some quality time watching it on a daily basis). Well, at the end of Playhouse Disney time Ooh and Aah sing a goodbye song that goes "Ooh Ooh, Ooh Ooh, Aah Aah, Bye Bye, Ooh Ooh, Aah Aah, Bye Bye, Bye Bye". So, the other day Olivia and I are heading out and about in the pouring down rain after purchasing our FAVORITE new diaper bag (long story, ask later) and we are listening to the new Playhouse Disney CD I bought for us to listen to in the car (she absolutely loves it, I swear). Anyway, we are driving along and Ooh and Aah come on (they are the MC's for the CD) and they start singing a little bit of a different version (minus the bye bye part) but Olivia immediately starts saying "bye bye" every few seconds and waving. At first I thought maybe she was just saying bye bye, because she does say it out of the blue once in a while, but it was totally for the song. She did it again on the way home from the doctor today. Then, I began singing it in the living room after dinner and Olivia filled in with the "bye bye" part. Smart (another trait of her mom's).
Oh, and because I have not talked about poop in a really long time, I would like to share that Olivia no longer has nugget issues and poops with the best of them now. She has truly earned her name of Poopy Pants. Kim LOVES it!
Friday, April 17, 2009
I am NOT a Slacker!
You may think that I am slacking on my blogging job, but the truth of the matter is that as a child grows older, the amazing things they learn to do grow further apart. It seemed like everything Olivia learned at first was all scrunched together and there was always something to write about. Now that she has hit 1, things have slowed down. That, or pregnancy brain has kicked in full force and I can't remember what she is doing (refer to that if you read something I have already shared from this point on until Baby B #2 is born).
Olivia now refers to EVERY dog she sees as Do Do. She will see a dog, say Do Do and then pant like a dog. Apparently, she also believes that the monkeys at the zoo are Do Do's as she reacted the exact same way when she saw them last weekend.
Speaking of the zoo, Olivia had her first trip to the zoo Easter weekend and the reaction was less than enthusiatic. It appeared like she really had no opinion one way or another. We took her to the petting zoo and I of course told Chuck she was not allowed to touch any of the animals (another OCD of mine). It really didn't matter that I said that because she could have cared less about them. Chuck did have her touch a goat and there was no reaction.
Olivia has started eating all people food (I don't know what else to call it) as of the last week or two. It is so nice making one dinner for all of us. She eats EVERYTHING. We went to our neighborhood Italian joint about a week ago and the child ate fried raviolli, salad with creamy garlic dressing, salad with thousand island dressing, chicken amaggio, pepper steak, onions, tomatoes, peppers, bread, french fries and chicken strips. She loved every single bite of it! She will try, and usually eat anything; even swiss chesse the other day. However, she quickly came to her senses and realized that this was the most repulsive cheese that has ever touched her lips. and spit it out by the 2nd bite. Smart girl.
We are currently going through a stage of "changing diapers and clothes is the funniest thing ever". Funny to Olivia, as she Kung Fu Baby grips the changing table rail and rolls herslf over so we can't get her changed. She laughs the entire time until I get "serious" and hold her down until she realizes I am done playing, then the tears come until I find the baby Desitin for her to play with until we are finished. It's a viscious cycle I tell you.
One of Olivia's new favorite things to do is go behind the speakers and entertainment center to play with and try to unplug cords. I count to three and if she isn't out (and she never is) then I go get her and time out begins. Well, this is how the scene played out last night.
Me: One....(in my stern voice)
Olivia: TWO (shouting and throwing her fist up in the air) Eeee (that means three). And a BIG
ole smile on her face.
This happened every time I begancounting. Of course I laughed and Chuck gave me the eye and said I wasn't helping matters, but darn it, it was funny!
Olivia now refers to EVERY dog she sees as Do Do. She will see a dog, say Do Do and then pant like a dog. Apparently, she also believes that the monkeys at the zoo are Do Do's as she reacted the exact same way when she saw them last weekend.
Speaking of the zoo, Olivia had her first trip to the zoo Easter weekend and the reaction was less than enthusiatic. It appeared like she really had no opinion one way or another. We took her to the petting zoo and I of course told Chuck she was not allowed to touch any of the animals (another OCD of mine). It really didn't matter that I said that because she could have cared less about them. Chuck did have her touch a goat and there was no reaction.
Olivia has started eating all people food (I don't know what else to call it) as of the last week or two. It is so nice making one dinner for all of us. She eats EVERYTHING. We went to our neighborhood Italian joint about a week ago and the child ate fried raviolli, salad with creamy garlic dressing, salad with thousand island dressing, chicken amaggio, pepper steak, onions, tomatoes, peppers, bread, french fries and chicken strips. She loved every single bite of it! She will try, and usually eat anything; even swiss chesse the other day. However, she quickly came to her senses and realized that this was the most repulsive cheese that has ever touched her lips. and spit it out by the 2nd bite. Smart girl.
We are currently going through a stage of "changing diapers and clothes is the funniest thing ever". Funny to Olivia, as she Kung Fu Baby grips the changing table rail and rolls herslf over so we can't get her changed. She laughs the entire time until I get "serious" and hold her down until she realizes I am done playing, then the tears come until I find the baby Desitin for her to play with until we are finished. It's a viscious cycle I tell you.
One of Olivia's new favorite things to do is go behind the speakers and entertainment center to play with and try to unplug cords. I count to three and if she isn't out (and she never is) then I go get her and time out begins. Well, this is how the scene played out last night.
Me: One....(in my stern voice)
Olivia: TWO (shouting and throwing her fist up in the air) Eeee (that means three). And a BIG
ole smile on her face.
This happened every time I begancounting. Of course I laughed and Chuck gave me the eye and said I wasn't helping matters, but darn it, it was funny!
No new words as of lately and our sign language signs are starting to become mixed up at times. Sometimes we get "think think think" for more or more for eat. I know what she wants though.
Pictures will follow soon.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Newest Slideshow
I feel as if I am slacking on pictures. I need to do better. Anyway, I forgot to add in the last blog that Olivia is also way into trying to take off her shirt (once in a while she succeeds) when she is in her crib. Thus, the pictures with her shirts half off. Enjoy the slideshow.
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The Last Week or Two
Well, let's see here. What's new?
Olivia went through a couple week period where she no longer talked or used the words she knew. I talked to my friend Suzie who is a speech language pathologist, and she assured me that this is perfectly normal. She said that Olivia is going through some receptive language hula bula where she is hearing and taking in so much language that she has stopped talking to process everything. It didn't last long, because the kid is back to talking ALL OF THE TIME again. Words she says on a regular basis are mama, dada, pup, dog, night night, no, hi and pop. She has also resumed shaking her finger at me and telling me "no no".
Playhouse Disney has become our FAVORITE thing to watch on T.V. I would say that Clubhouse Mickey (Miska, Mooska, Mickey Mouseka) and My Friends Tiger and Pooh (think think think) are Olivia's favorite shows. I sing the theme song to Clubhouse Mickey to her daily (she bobs her head and wiggles around) and we keep our mind sharp by pointing to our temple and saying "think think think".
We took a little trip up to Green Bay about a week ago to see my brother and his family and Olivia did a marvelous job in the car on the way up (she was even facing backwards in her car seat still). The long weekend was spent watching Olivia climb stairs for the first time, repeatedly following Olivia as she walked through my brothers open floor plan house, which no baby gate would have helped with, even if we would had brought them (I kept wondering if it was a whole new experience for Olivia every time she went through those stinkin rooms), hanging out with the Mackin/Heissel clan, watching Maddie at her swim meet, and meeting up for a nice lunch with Uncle George, Aunt Winnie and the Catnach family. Olivia received her first experience in a forward facing car seat when we drove to Oshkosh with my brother and nieces, as she rode in Quinny's car seat. You should have seen her face. It was pure wonder and awe. That made up my mind, and as soon as we got back to my brothers, I switched her car seat around so she was facing forward for the ride home.
Olivia went to her first parade on St. Patricks day. The day was beautiful and the company was good. The parade on the other hand, sucked. Apparently, in order to participate in the St. Patrick's day parade in Des Moines one needs only to have an Irish last name, throw it on a sign with the word "clan" in front of it, stick the sign on the side of a truck, wear green and throw beads (that part is optional). Tada, you're in the parade. Shucks, I should have had my dad have a Clan Mackin truck rolling down the street.
Olivia went through a couple week period where she no longer talked or used the words she knew. I talked to my friend Suzie who is a speech language pathologist, and she assured me that this is perfectly normal. She said that Olivia is going through some receptive language hula bula where she is hearing and taking in so much language that she has stopped talking to process everything. It didn't last long, because the kid is back to talking ALL OF THE TIME again. Words she says on a regular basis are mama, dada, pup, dog, night night, no, hi and pop. She has also resumed shaking her finger at me and telling me "no no".
Playhouse Disney has become our FAVORITE thing to watch on T.V. I would say that Clubhouse Mickey (Miska, Mooska, Mickey Mouseka) and My Friends Tiger and Pooh (think think think) are Olivia's favorite shows. I sing the theme song to Clubhouse Mickey to her daily (she bobs her head and wiggles around) and we keep our mind sharp by pointing to our temple and saying "think think think".
We took a little trip up to Green Bay about a week ago to see my brother and his family and Olivia did a marvelous job in the car on the way up (she was even facing backwards in her car seat still). The long weekend was spent watching Olivia climb stairs for the first time, repeatedly following Olivia as she walked through my brothers open floor plan house, which no baby gate would have helped with, even if we would had brought them (I kept wondering if it was a whole new experience for Olivia every time she went through those stinkin rooms), hanging out with the Mackin/Heissel clan, watching Maddie at her swim meet, and meeting up for a nice lunch with Uncle George, Aunt Winnie and the Catnach family. Olivia received her first experience in a forward facing car seat when we drove to Oshkosh with my brother and nieces, as she rode in Quinny's car seat. You should have seen her face. It was pure wonder and awe. That made up my mind, and as soon as we got back to my brothers, I switched her car seat around so she was facing forward for the ride home.
Olivia went to her first parade on St. Patricks day. The day was beautiful and the company was good. The parade on the other hand, sucked. Apparently, in order to participate in the St. Patrick's day parade in Des Moines one needs only to have an Irish last name, throw it on a sign with the word "clan" in front of it, stick the sign on the side of a truck, wear green and throw beads (that part is optional). Tada, you're in the parade. Shucks, I should have had my dad have a Clan Mackin truck rolling down the street.
Within the last 24 hours Olivia has discovered her nose holes. More accurately, her right nose hole, which she promptly sticks her index finger in and just sits there with her finger in her nose (no digging or retrieving yet). So, I have begun saying "icky no picky, yuck" which causes Olivia to smile and remain sitting with her finger in her nose. If by chance I say it when her finger isn't in her nose, she quickly puts it there for my entertainment. She has also discovered that she should pat her stomach if I say "pat pat". We also receive the sign for more whenever Olivia wants anything, which is becoming somewhat confusing, though I can usually figure out what she wants. However, it is nice to know that she does not associate the sing strictly with food. If she wants more of anything (Chuck tickling her, her binky, a toy) she signs more.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Interesting Kid
We just returned from the doctor, as Olivia's temp was gone this morning, but returned by lunch. A strep test was done and it came back negative (her throat is very red) and according to the doctor her ears are beautiful. At this point it is still just a virus, but if she still has a temp Thursday we are to return for additional testing.
Olivia has now started feeding the dog from her highchair when we are not looking. I believe this phases KB more than Olivia because she will try to feed him even when we are right there, but KB will not take the food unless we are not looking. Even if we tell him to. Do Do dog. (Note: KB thought our backs were turned and when we tried to have Olivia do it again for a better picture, KB took off).
This is how Olivia was found when she woke up Saturday morning, maybe it was Sunday morning. Oh, one morning. What kid does that? What on earth?! Maybe its the fever getting to her.
Even with the high temps and yucky throat, Olivia has been a trooper and her entertaining self. She now enjoys her blankie being thrown over her head so she can walk around looking like a ghost. That was fun until she walked straight into the corner of the entertainment center yesterday afternoon. That was the end of that. (Nice dog butt in the picture, huh).
Olivia has now started feeding the dog from her highchair when we are not looking. I believe this phases KB more than Olivia because she will try to feed him even when we are right there, but KB will not take the food unless we are not looking. Even if we tell him to. Do Do dog. (Note: KB thought our backs were turned and when we tried to have Olivia do it again for a better picture, KB took off).
This is how Olivia was found when she woke up Saturday morning, maybe it was Sunday morning. Oh, one morning. What kid does that? What on earth?! Maybe its the fever getting to her.Monday, March 9, 2009
Poor Baby
This COULD be a really long story, so I will do my best to make it short, but you know me.
After having a great Friday at Kim's, spending a little time with Grandma while I took KB to the vet after work (more on that later) a quick trip to the grocery store and some socializing with our neighbor Olivia began crying pretty much non-stop starting at 6:00 p.m. until she fell asleep around 6:30. However, before falling asleep I took her temp, as I thought she felt a little warm. Sure enough she had a temp of 100.4. Nothing a little Tylenol wouldn't cure. I checked on her throughout the evening and her fever had broke. By 10:15 though she was burning up and had a temp of 103. So, we packed up the family truckster and headed to the ER (I had no clue what to do with a temp of 103). Well, come to find out Olivia had a respiratory virus, which the doctor said would more than likley last 5-7 days. He also told us that things would get worse before they got better and that puss pockets would probably form on her tonsils and for us not to be surprised if her temp got up tp 105-106 (Umm, yikes). He gave us a prescription for Tylenol with codeine for her throat pain and said to use Motrin for her temp. So, off we went back home.
Come Saturday Olivia was acting pretty happy and her temp was pretty much back to normal. Whew, we escaped the crude. So I thought. By Sunday morning her temp was back up to 102 and she spent a good portion of the day on my lap. This morning her temp was still 102 and her food intake had decreased and her liquid intake practically diminished. I called our clinic and because Olivia had only had 1 wet diaper in an 8 hour period and had only drank about 4 oz. of liquid all day they said that if she did not have a wet diaper by 8 p.m. this evening then we needed to return to the ER for an IV drip. Olivia must have heard what was up, because her diaper was wet and she then drank 8 oz. of juice (from a bottle, but she drank it none the less).
Now here is a long story short about KB. He has had a small internal blood blister in his left ear flap for some time. The vet popped it once and said if it came back not to worry unless it got bigger. Of course it is now A LOT bigger. At the vet on Friday she drained it with a needle and it immediately filled back up with more blood. So, KB is now scheduled for minor ear surgery (and a dental cleaning) next Tuesday.
On a happy note, Olivia said Grandma today, twice.
After having a great Friday at Kim's, spending a little time with Grandma while I took KB to the vet after work (more on that later) a quick trip to the grocery store and some socializing with our neighbor Olivia began crying pretty much non-stop starting at 6:00 p.m. until she fell asleep around 6:30. However, before falling asleep I took her temp, as I thought she felt a little warm. Sure enough she had a temp of 100.4. Nothing a little Tylenol wouldn't cure. I checked on her throughout the evening and her fever had broke. By 10:15 though she was burning up and had a temp of 103. So, we packed up the family truckster and headed to the ER (I had no clue what to do with a temp of 103). Well, come to find out Olivia had a respiratory virus, which the doctor said would more than likley last 5-7 days. He also told us that things would get worse before they got better and that puss pockets would probably form on her tonsils and for us not to be surprised if her temp got up tp 105-106 (Umm, yikes). He gave us a prescription for Tylenol with codeine for her throat pain and said to use Motrin for her temp. So, off we went back home.
Come Saturday Olivia was acting pretty happy and her temp was pretty much back to normal. Whew, we escaped the crude. So I thought. By Sunday morning her temp was back up to 102 and she spent a good portion of the day on my lap. This morning her temp was still 102 and her food intake had decreased and her liquid intake practically diminished. I called our clinic and because Olivia had only had 1 wet diaper in an 8 hour period and had only drank about 4 oz. of liquid all day they said that if she did not have a wet diaper by 8 p.m. this evening then we needed to return to the ER for an IV drip. Olivia must have heard what was up, because her diaper was wet and she then drank 8 oz. of juice (from a bottle, but she drank it none the less).
Now here is a long story short about KB. He has had a small internal blood blister in his left ear flap for some time. The vet popped it once and said if it came back not to worry unless it got bigger. Of course it is now A LOT bigger. At the vet on Friday she drained it with a needle and it immediately filled back up with more blood. So, KB is now scheduled for minor ear surgery (and a dental cleaning) next Tuesday.
On a happy note, Olivia said Grandma today, twice.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Think Think
I was enjoying my early Sunday morning ritual of watching reruns of Beverly Hills 90210 (the Soap channel from 6 a.m. - 10 a.m. every Sunday for those who need their fix and are up at the butt crack of dawn on a weekend) with Olivia yesterday, when it dawned on me that this child is now a sponge. I thought this because she sat on my lap for well over an hour (she never sits with me that long any more) mesmerized by the shenanigans of Dylan, Steve, Donna and Kelly. Then it really dawned on me that we really need to start paying attention to what we watch. So, I changed it to the Disney channel where the ever entertaining Clubhouse Mickey was showing Pooh and Friends (have I ever mentioned that I don't like Pooh). I cringed and fought the urge to change the channel, but saw that Olivia was now enthralled with Pooh and his Super Sleuth friends (they were trying to solve a mystery). At one point they broke into song and started saying "think think" and would tap the side of their heads with their finger. After a while Olivia lost all interest and stopped watching T.V. all together. So, I flipped it back to 90210, all the while making sure Olivia was busy playing.
Fast forward to dinner, 5:45, La Hacienda, with Grandma and Pop, a good 9-10 hours later. While we were waiting for our dinner, Olivia entertained us while sitting in the high chair and being silly. I taped her on the shoulder and said "Olivia, think think" and taped the side of my head with my finger. She immediately pointed her finger and began taping the side of her head. Let me remind you that Olivia saw this once, done by a group of talking animals on the T.V., 10 hours earlier. Now, every time I say "think think" (I don't even have to tap my head anymore) she immediately taps her head with her finger. If that's not a sponge, I don't know what is.
At breakfast this morning Olivia was apparently done eating, as when I tried to feed her more she shook her head, pointed her finger and shook it and said "no no, don't". Guess she told me. Add another word to her list too (don't). She must hear that a lot. Hmm.
Fast forward to dinner, 5:45, La Hacienda, with Grandma and Pop, a good 9-10 hours later. While we were waiting for our dinner, Olivia entertained us while sitting in the high chair and being silly. I taped her on the shoulder and said "Olivia, think think" and taped the side of my head with my finger. She immediately pointed her finger and began taping the side of her head. Let me remind you that Olivia saw this once, done by a group of talking animals on the T.V., 10 hours earlier. Now, every time I say "think think" (I don't even have to tap my head anymore) she immediately taps her head with her finger. If that's not a sponge, I don't know what is.
At breakfast this morning Olivia was apparently done eating, as when I tried to feed her more she shook her head, pointed her finger and shook it and said "no no, don't". Guess she told me. Add another word to her list too (don't). She must hear that a lot. Hmm.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Oh My Teeth!
I find it interesting that what were once signs of Olivia's teething are no longer detected and we now have an entire new set of signs to indicate that Olivia will soon become a possessed demon. The give away now is that her chunky cheeks become flaming red and look chapped. I realized that her cheeks looked that way when she was getting her new molars in a couple of weeks ago, but didn't think much of it. However, I was not anticipating that she would be getting her SECOND set of all 4 molars in so quickly following the first set of 4. Saturday she would not take a nap to save her life and just before we left for her overnight (I still hear the angels singing) with Grandma and Pop Pop I noticed that her cheeks were red and chapped again, which made me start wondering. That was at 4:00 p.m. By 6:05 p.m. my mom had called and talked to Chuck (I was a little out of it with the 2 glasses of wine I drank - yes only 2) to tell him that Olivia had been sobbing since we left. She couldn't eat her grilled cheese because it hurt her poor little mouth so bad. So, she was given ora gel and Tylenol and by the time I called back to check on her around 7:00ish all was good. The next day she had a couple new teeth and was still a little crabby Sunday and Mondy.
Let's see, Olivia can now say mama, daddy, pup (or puppy), Do Do, Pop (my dad's name), hi, bye, up, down, turtle, no no, Bob (her stuffed bear that she sleeps with), love you, night night, and num num (that's what we call food). Pretty impressive for a 13 month old who should be averaging 2-3 words at this time. Olivia also knows the sign for more in sign language, as well as the sign for puppy. When I ask her what a puppy does she makes a panting sound (that's the sign). I am also trying to teach her what a lion sounds like and she will roar back to me when I roar. However, it has dawned on me that she has no clue what a lion is, since she may have seen a picture of one once. Hmm.
She is now eating Kim's wooden end tables. I don't know about that kid.
Let's see, Olivia can now say mama, daddy, pup (or puppy), Do Do, Pop (my dad's name), hi, bye, up, down, turtle, no no, Bob (her stuffed bear that she sleeps with), love you, night night, and num num (that's what we call food). Pretty impressive for a 13 month old who should be averaging 2-3 words at this time. Olivia also knows the sign for more in sign language, as well as the sign for puppy. When I ask her what a puppy does she makes a panting sound (that's the sign). I am also trying to teach her what a lion sounds like and she will roar back to me when I roar. However, it has dawned on me that she has no clue what a lion is, since she may have seen a picture of one once. Hmm.
She is now eating Kim's wooden end tables. I don't know about that kid.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
What's New?
Olivia has two new words as of Monday. The first being toe toes and the second being turtle. I know, turtle? Chuck and I have also agreed that she says "love you" in response to us when we tell her we love her.
By the grace of God, Chuck and I survived Olivia getting in all 4 of her molars. Actually, it was just by chance that I even found out she had gotten them in. She is now up to 12 teeth.
As of yesterday, Olivia had started this little grunt/laugh sound, which she starts out of the blue and does repeatedly.
This morning I walked in Olivia's room and found that she had pulled her arm out of her pajamas and it was stuck down the front of her body (between her onesis and the pjs). She couldn't get her arm back into the arm hole and she was not happy about it.
She is still eating her bed.
By the grace of God, Chuck and I survived Olivia getting in all 4 of her molars. Actually, it was just by chance that I even found out she had gotten them in. She is now up to 12 teeth.
As of yesterday, Olivia had started this little grunt/laugh sound, which she starts out of the blue and does repeatedly.
This morning I walked in Olivia's room and found that she had pulled her arm out of her pajamas and it was stuck down the front of her body (between her onesis and the pjs). She couldn't get her arm back into the arm hole and she was not happy about it.
She is still eating her bed.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Yuck!
So, Olivia came sauntering into the kitchen this morning (she is very seldom in the kitchen) as I was putting away groceries. She stood there and looked around for about a minute and then fell. She headed straight towards KB's dog bowls and before I could capture her, grabbed a handful of dog food. I quickly emptied her hand and yelled for Chuck to come and get her. The next thing I know Chuck is holding her and Olivia is nawing away at something. Apparently, I had not taken away all of the dog food and she was eating it. Disgusting. That stuff smells atrocious, I can only imaging what it tastes like. However, it has now dawned on me that it must not taste too bad, as Olivia was eating it (this is the kid who shook her head at me yesterday when I tried to give her some great tasting mashed potatoes and gravy).
Whenever Olivia does something naughty I now shake my finger at her and say "naughty naughty". Well, Olivia must get a kick out of this because now she randomly shakes her finger at me and says "no no". What a kid.
I have been told that I need to add more to the blog about Chuck and I. However, my take on this is that people like to her about the funny things Olivia does far more than hearing about us. With that said I will devote an upcoming post to something other than Olivia. To make Chuck feel better, I will tell you that he took another of those sleeping pills last night and was a nut case again. Mumbling something about his lungs being the reason he was lying on his stomach, but propped up on his elbows with his head buried in the pillow and then telling me that I just won;t understand. No crap I don't undestand. You're a nutball.
Whenever Olivia does something naughty I now shake my finger at her and say "naughty naughty". Well, Olivia must get a kick out of this because now she randomly shakes her finger at me and says "no no". What a kid.
I have been told that I need to add more to the blog about Chuck and I. However, my take on this is that people like to her about the funny things Olivia does far more than hearing about us. With that said I will devote an upcoming post to something other than Olivia. To make Chuck feel better, I will tell you that he took another of those sleeping pills last night and was a nut case again. Mumbling something about his lungs being the reason he was lying on his stomach, but propped up on his elbows with his head buried in the pillow and then telling me that I just won;t understand. No crap I don't undestand. You're a nutball.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Oh To Cuddle Again
For those of you who see Olivia on a regular basis, you know that she is VERY independent. This makes me very sad, yet happy. Unfortunately, Olivia will no longer cuddle except for about twice a day. When I pick her up out of her crib in the morning she automatically lays her head on my shoulder for a morning snuggle. That lasts about 5 seconds, max. I never know when the need to cuddle will strike again during the day, but it happens at least one more time and I again get the head on the shoulder. Of course for 5 seconds, max. No longer is Olivia willing to "snuggle cuddle" with me and I fear that we are already entering the years of it not being cool to show affection to your mother in or out of public. Sigh. Happily, she was unusually affectionate last night and this morning and moved in for multiple kisses. Unfortunately, I have a big honkin cold sore and can't kiss her back. Grr.
Olivia is officially, officially walking everywhere. I have noticed that she now walks far more than she crawls. Falling doesn't phase her, except when she fell head first into KB's toy basket last night. Oops.
I have caught Olivia on multiple occassions hugging her bear Bobby and her pink blankie that Aunt Katie made her that she sleeps with every night. When she is getting tired she will grab her blanket, put it on the floor and lay her head on it. It is very heart warming and cute. At least she cuddles something.
Last night was our first night without a bedtime bottle. I did give her a sippy cup of warm milk, which she downed in about 2 seconds flat (not really, but you get the gist). So, I think I can say that the days of the bottle are officially over. Sigh again.
Olivia is officially, officially walking everywhere. I have noticed that she now walks far more than she crawls. Falling doesn't phase her, except when she fell head first into KB's toy basket last night. Oops.
I have caught Olivia on multiple occassions hugging her bear Bobby and her pink blankie that Aunt Katie made her that she sleeps with every night. When she is getting tired she will grab her blanket, put it on the floor and lay her head on it. It is very heart warming and cute. At least she cuddles something.
Last night was our first night without a bedtime bottle. I did give her a sippy cup of warm milk, which she downed in about 2 seconds flat (not really, but you get the gist). So, I think I can say that the days of the bottle are officially over. Sigh again.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Oh The Likeness
So, many people still comment about how much Olivia looks like Chuck. I fully used to agree with them until a few months ago. There is a particular picture on the wall of me at my parents house, which I always picture in my mind when I look at Olivia. Well, after Olivia's birthday bash, my mom dug out some pictures of me when I was Olivia's age. Holy smokes. Hold onto you britches. Below you will now understand where Olivia gets her mischievious and goofy scrunched up face (oh and her good looks). Now you tell me, who does she look like? That's what I thought.
Finally, while watching the Super Bowl last night at Grandma and Pop Pop's house, Olivia received her first battle wound in the middle/right of her forehead (her left). Apparently, she feel and knocked her head on a toy that was at her feet. Look closely and you can see the purple bruise in the middle of her forehead (it looks like a purple line). This I am told, is the first of many.
So, besides looking like her mother, Olivia has added a new item to her diet. She has recently began eating her crib. No lie. The stinker sits in there happy as a lark, making me think she is asleep or looking at her books and she is really nawing on her crib rails. Not cool. I painstakingly made sure that we did not nick that bed at all when Chuck put it together and placed it in her room. I went out and bought rail guards yesterday. Of course they don't fit.
Finally, while watching the Super Bowl last night at Grandma and Pop Pop's house, Olivia received her first battle wound in the middle/right of her forehead (her left). Apparently, she feel and knocked her head on a toy that was at her feet. Look closely and you can see the purple bruise in the middle of her forehead (it looks like a purple line). This I am told, is the first of many.
Oh, one more thing. This picture just cracks me up of my brother and I when we were kids. I had to add it to the blog. Apparently I loved Long John Silvers back then too.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Cold Turkey.....Almost
Well, Kim started with taking away the mid morning bottle Monday. Tuesday, I messed things up and gave her one because I wanted her to be good during pictures (I know selfish). So instead I didn't give her the afternoon bottle. Wednesday, I decided to not give her the mid morning or afternoon bottle and everything was fine. Today, I took away the first thing in the morning bottle, which threw Olivia for a loop. I tried to put her in her high chair and she literally would not bend her body to sit down and she would not let go of my clothes. I hoenstly could not get her to sit for anything. So, I walked her to the refrigerator and gave her the sippy cup of milk. She took one drink and sat right down in her high chair and had breakfast and drank her milk. Kim said lunch was rough at first, as she was screaming mad about not having her bottle. Olivia finally relented and drank the milk from her sippy. She even drank 8 oz! I allowed her to have her bottle at bed, but she drank far less than normal. Hopefully next week we will get rid of it.
This was a rather boring blog. I apologize. Apparently, my creative juices are not flowing tonight.
This was a rather boring blog. I apologize. Apparently, my creative juices are not flowing tonight.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
One Year Pics
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I wound up with an unexpected day off today (Kim, Olivia's sitter, is a new Grandma to Cayleb and Cayden as of 1:02 p.m. this afternoon) and since neither of us were really "sick" I thought it would be a great time to get Olivia's 1 year pictures taken. It was nice to avoid the weekend rush and Olivia was AWESOME! Much better than her 9 month pics. She hammed it up with her goofy smile a couple of times. She did get a little restless towards the end and just wanted to walk and crawl. Check out her humungo teeth. Funny. Remember the slide show pics aren't cropped or anything so they don't look exactly like the ones we ordered. Enjoy!
Monday, January 26, 2009
One Year Check-Up
Olivia had her one year check-up and shots today. It was pretty uneventful. Oh wait, did I say uneventful? What I meant to say was that Olivia was a possessed demon when the lab tech poked her finger for a blood draw. She made it through the two shots with about a 3 second cry (and gave Brandi her nurse "the eye"), but the blood draw was an entirely different story. The poke alone made her cry, but then the tech had to keep squeezing her poor little finger to get a tube full. You would have thought we were trying to suck snot out of her nose (she's a demon then too). I could barely keep hold of her, as she was twisting and trashing. Olivia finally turned her body about 180 degrees, braced her feet against the counter next to us and pushed with all her might. Not fun. Ridiculous. Heartbreaking. Now you all know that I am not a mushy person and yes, I even laughed some when Olivia received her first shots, but this almost made me cry. I know she wasn't really in pain, but she sure as heck did not want that lady touching her anymore. As soon as the lady let go, Olivia immediately stopped crying. Oh, the drama. She was given a cool purple bandaid for her finger, which she promptly ate off. Serious. She had chunks of it in her mouth. That kid.
Anyway, Olivia is just about the 50%ile for height (28 inches something) and weight (21 lbs). However, she has reverted back to having a Beetlejuice head, and is in the 25%ile for head circumference. I just don't understand. Her doctor said that she should not be drinking from a bottle anymore (for sure not by 15 months). Olivia still takes 4 bottles a day, so Kim, being the great day car provider that she is, started weaning her off of the mid morning one today. Hopefully, we can wean a bottle a week, so in about 4 weeks we should be good. With that said, Olivia's doctor did say that the bedtime bottle is the hardest to get rid of, so it may be longer than 4 weeks. We also need to give her apple/prune juice on a daily basis, as the no popping issue has returned. Other than that all is well and we have a happy, healthy, small headed non-pooper.
Olivia took 15 steps last night.
Anyway, Olivia is just about the 50%ile for height (28 inches something) and weight (21 lbs). However, she has reverted back to having a Beetlejuice head, and is in the 25%ile for head circumference. I just don't understand. Her doctor said that she should not be drinking from a bottle anymore (for sure not by 15 months). Olivia still takes 4 bottles a day, so Kim, being the great day car provider that she is, started weaning her off of the mid morning one today. Hopefully, we can wean a bottle a week, so in about 4 weeks we should be good. With that said, Olivia's doctor did say that the bedtime bottle is the hardest to get rid of, so it may be longer than 4 weeks. We also need to give her apple/prune juice on a daily basis, as the no popping issue has returned. Other than that all is well and we have a happy, healthy, small headed non-pooper.
Olivia took 15 steps last night.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Oh What A Night . . .
Late December back in 63, what a very special time for me, as I remember what a night.
OK, so it was actually late January, 2009 and it wasn't that special, but Icouldn't resist the song lyric.
Anyway, flashback to Thursday morning. We left for Kim's looking and feeling fine. The day went well and I picked the O up at about 4:45. She had a tiny bit of a runny nose. Nothing major. Bedtime was 8:00 and I noticed that Olivia wasn't sleeping well. She cried out a lot and there was some moaning. By 9:30, she was full fledged sobbing. When I went in to put her back to bed and turn her fishies on I couldn't resist picking her up, as she was breathing icky and there was snot EVERYWHERE!
Let me just stop and say that odd and mysterious things happen when Olivia is sick in the middle of the night. It was now close to 12:30 and for the past 3 hours Olivia had remained wide awake and decided to be the comic relief of the night. She would cry and two minutes later would stop, look at Chuck, smile, wave and say "hi" in her sing song voice. She also decided that this was the perfect time to laugh, play and shove binky into my mouth. At this point I was ready to pass out from pure exhaustion (remember I go to bed most nights by 8 or 8:30). Out of the blue Olivia looks up at me and whispers "pup". I told her pup was sleeping with Daddy, just like we needed to do. She again looked at me and whispered "pup". A little more less friendly this time I told her that Do Do was sleeping and she needed to go night night. She sort of cocked her head and I again said Do Do is sleeping. For some reason I decided to ask Olivia if she could say Do Do. Sure enough she looked at me and said it. Not just once, but multiple times. I of course wasn't sure if she knew what Do Do meant, but the next morning when he came into the dining room to wait for Olivia's dropped food she said "Do Do". What a smart kid. She now says it all of the time. The rest of the night was torture, as she was up most of the night and I received about 3-4 hours of sleep. However, Olivia always makes it worth it by suprising me with a new word (last time the word was pup. Hmm, always the dog).
OK, so it was actually late January, 2009 and it wasn't that special, but Icouldn't resist the song lyric.
Anyway, flashback to Thursday morning. We left for Kim's looking and feeling fine. The day went well and I picked the O up at about 4:45. She had a tiny bit of a runny nose. Nothing major. Bedtime was 8:00 and I noticed that Olivia wasn't sleeping well. She cried out a lot and there was some moaning. By 9:30, she was full fledged sobbing. When I went in to put her back to bed and turn her fishies on I couldn't resist picking her up, as she was breathing icky and there was snot EVERYWHERE!
Let me just stop and say that odd and mysterious things happen when Olivia is sick in the middle of the night. It was now close to 12:30 and for the past 3 hours Olivia had remained wide awake and decided to be the comic relief of the night. She would cry and two minutes later would stop, look at Chuck, smile, wave and say "hi" in her sing song voice. She also decided that this was the perfect time to laugh, play and shove binky into my mouth. At this point I was ready to pass out from pure exhaustion (remember I go to bed most nights by 8 or 8:30). Out of the blue Olivia looks up at me and whispers "pup". I told her pup was sleeping with Daddy, just like we needed to do. She again looked at me and whispered "pup". A little more less friendly this time I told her that Do Do was sleeping and she needed to go night night. She sort of cocked her head and I again said Do Do is sleeping. For some reason I decided to ask Olivia if she could say Do Do. Sure enough she looked at me and said it. Not just once, but multiple times. I of course wasn't sure if she knew what Do Do meant, but the next morning when he came into the dining room to wait for Olivia's dropped food she said "Do Do". What a smart kid. She now says it all of the time. The rest of the night was torture, as she was up most of the night and I received about 3-4 hours of sleep. However, Olivia always makes it worth it by suprising me with a new word (last time the word was pup. Hmm, always the dog).
So, we had to purchase a second baby gate, as the laundry basket we were using to block Olivia into the far end of the living room (umm, how far can one go in my living room) lost its power of corraling her and she now simply climbs over it, only to dive bomb face first into the floor on the other side (doesn't even phase her). We put the gate up this evening and she looked at it with an "oh s***" expression on her face. The poor dog is so stinkin confused its not even funny. Not only is Olivia locked in, so is KB.
Olivia has a cuddly (is that spelled correct) soft bear that I so cleverly named Bob, Bobby, whatever. Olivia now says "Bob" on a regular basis.
We are up to 6 steps independently when walking. True walking should begin within the week. Stay tuned.
Monday, January 19, 2009
What A Day.......
Olivia brought in her birthday by being a crab. Though she did show off her new word a couple of times this morning. Down. Which is what she tells KB after Chuck or I tell him to go lay down, as he waits eagerly next to Olivia's high chair for food to drop. However, when Olivia says it, it sounds more like "dowe". Anyway, she tantrumed and cried before we left for Kim's this morning and even managed to have a HUGE cry at Kim's before I left, lunging towards me (Kim was holding her) and then refusing to return to Kim (first time for everything). The report I received when Chuck returned home with Olivia at the end of the day was that she tantrumed and cried all day. She pulled big cousin Elise's hair, pulled Nay Nay's hair, which caused Nay Nay to run everytime Olivia came near her, hit baby Anthony in the head seeings how he had no hair to pull and every time she was told no she would scream and sob. Kim finally stopped telling her no and just started moving her away from the others when she was being naughty. I guess she was so bad (crying/screaming) that with her ears covered, Elise said "can't you make her stop doing that"?
The fun continued once she got home for the evening (you know it is bad when I tell Chuck to make me a drink and it isn't even 5:30 yet). As she was lying on the changing table I decided to take a peek in her mouth and low and behold there were teeth #7 and #8 staring back at me. What the heck! Those little boogers were NOT there this morning (well, at least I don't think they were, I didn't really look, but I know they weren't there last night because I brushed her teeth at bed time). No wonder she was a pain in the butt all day. OK, I am sure it wasn't just the teeth, but I am sure they didn't help matters either. I should have known they were coming, because every gosh darn time Olivia sees Grandma and Grandpa B she ends up with a tooth within the next day or two. Hmm, how is that odd. Let's think about that for a minute.
Other than being crabby and in pain (not just Olivia) we managed to have a great birthday evening. Grandma and Pop Pop came over for dinner and Olivia opened 2 more gifts (mmm, just what she needs, more stuff) from Chuck and I. She even got a little piece of cake, which she smeared all over the kitchen table and her face. Olivia sucked down her bottle and was in bed and asleep by 8:30. Ahh, peace and quiet.
1 year, can you believe it?
The fun continued once she got home for the evening (you know it is bad when I tell Chuck to make me a drink and it isn't even 5:30 yet). As she was lying on the changing table I decided to take a peek in her mouth and low and behold there were teeth #7 and #8 staring back at me. What the heck! Those little boogers were NOT there this morning (well, at least I don't think they were, I didn't really look, but I know they weren't there last night because I brushed her teeth at bed time). No wonder she was a pain in the butt all day. OK, I am sure it wasn't just the teeth, but I am sure they didn't help matters either. I should have known they were coming, because every gosh darn time Olivia sees Grandma and Grandpa B she ends up with a tooth within the next day or two. Hmm, how is that odd. Let's think about that for a minute.
Other than being crabby and in pain (not just Olivia) we managed to have a great birthday evening. Grandma and Pop Pop came over for dinner and Olivia opened 2 more gifts (mmm, just what she needs, more stuff) from Chuck and I. She even got a little piece of cake, which she smeared all over the kitchen table and her face. Olivia sucked down her bottle and was in bed and asleep by 8:30. Ahh, peace and quiet.
1 year, can you believe it?
Sunday, January 18, 2009
PARTY PARTY PARTY!
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As most of you who read this blog alreay know (and were a part of) Olivia had her 1st birthday party yesterday. It was a long day and Olivia was WAY over-stimulated, but we all had a great time. Olivia seemed to enjoy her cake (once she realized what to do with it) and I would like to say had fun playing with her new toys, but I think she enjoyed the paper and boxes more!
Just an update other than a 1st birthday party. Kim has now taught Olivia to say mine, though it sounds more like my. Olivia also says hi in a sing song voice every time she see's someone or something of interest. She also said bye-bye when my mom took what remained of her cake off of her high chair tray yesterday. Mom and mama are said on a regular basis (every stinkin time she wants something) as is pup (still whispered). She gets closer to walking independently each day, but is still lazy and would rather crawl. After tappering off some, the biting has returned and is still strongly disliked by the recipient (namely me).
Saturday, January 10, 2009
A Conversation With An Almost 1 Year Old
In the car yesterday morning on the way to Kim's.
M=me O=Oliva (Duh)
M- Livy say mama
O - mama
M - Say dada
O - dada
M - Livy say pup
O - pup (whispered of course)
M - Livy say Stace
O - ace
M - Say nnno
O - nnno (with a smile in her voice and I am sure shaking her head no)
End of conversation
M=me O=Oliva (Duh)
M- Livy say mama
O - mama
M - Say dada
O - dada
M - Livy say pup
O - pup (whispered of course)
M - Livy say Stace
O - ace
M - Say nnno
O - nnno (with a smile in her voice and I am sure shaking her head no)
End of conversation
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Terrible Two's Already?
Is it possible for Olivia to be going through the terrible two's an not even be one yet?
Yes, that's right blog followers, Olivia has mastered the tanrum. This started the other night when I told her that we were "all done" looking out the window. Looking out the window would not be such a bad thing if it didn't require Olivia climbing up me and then standing on my chest. After a few minutes this gets rather uncomfortable. The minute I said "all done" and drug her down from the back of the couch she went into tanrum mode. I am talking throw your head back, arch your back and cry/scream uncontrollably. Thinking that I would change my mind after her performance she proceeded to climb back up me and was stopped with me saying "no". Enter another arched back and scream. Only this time, she balled her hands up and threw them down to her side. After about 2 minutes of this, I sat her on the floor where the tantrum continued with balled up fists in front of her chest. I looked at her and asked her if she wanted to come to me and she promptly shook her head no and crawled away. She stopped screaming momentarily to smile at me and giggle, but immediately started the tantrum over. I again asked her if she wanted to come to me and she shook her head no and crawled further away, turned to me and smiled and then began screaming again. I finally grew tired of this and we went to eat dinner. When I mentioned this to our favorite day car provider Kim, she looked at me like I was crazy and said that she had "never" tantrumed at her house before. Lucky Kim got a good ole tantrum yesterday when she told Olivia no. This morning we managed to get 2 tantrums before leaving the house and that was only in an hour time frame. Ahh, how nice.
On a happy note, yesterday when I sat Olivia on my lap to put her socks and sock protectors on(like a pocket protector only better and for her feet) I thought that she had lifted her foot up for me to put them on, but she had never done that before so I didn't think much of it. However, this morning I sat her on my lap, grabbed her socks and said "let's put your sockies on" and she lifted her right foot up for me. What a smart cookie. She only lifts her right foot though. She makes me work for the left one.
Yes, that's right blog followers, Olivia has mastered the tanrum. This started the other night when I told her that we were "all done" looking out the window. Looking out the window would not be such a bad thing if it didn't require Olivia climbing up me and then standing on my chest. After a few minutes this gets rather uncomfortable. The minute I said "all done" and drug her down from the back of the couch she went into tanrum mode. I am talking throw your head back, arch your back and cry/scream uncontrollably. Thinking that I would change my mind after her performance she proceeded to climb back up me and was stopped with me saying "no". Enter another arched back and scream. Only this time, she balled her hands up and threw them down to her side. After about 2 minutes of this, I sat her on the floor where the tantrum continued with balled up fists in front of her chest. I looked at her and asked her if she wanted to come to me and she promptly shook her head no and crawled away. She stopped screaming momentarily to smile at me and giggle, but immediately started the tantrum over. I again asked her if she wanted to come to me and she shook her head no and crawled further away, turned to me and smiled and then began screaming again. I finally grew tired of this and we went to eat dinner. When I mentioned this to our favorite day car provider Kim, she looked at me like I was crazy and said that she had "never" tantrumed at her house before. Lucky Kim got a good ole tantrum yesterday when she told Olivia no. This morning we managed to get 2 tantrums before leaving the house and that was only in an hour time frame. Ahh, how nice.
On a happy note, yesterday when I sat Olivia on my lap to put her socks and sock protectors on(like a pocket protector only better and for her feet) I thought that she had lifted her foot up for me to put them on, but she had never done that before so I didn't think much of it. However, this morning I sat her on my lap, grabbed her socks and said "let's put your sockies on" and she lifted her right foot up for me. What a smart cookie. She only lifts her right foot though. She makes me work for the left one.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
My Oh My
So, our computer has been on the outs forever and Chuck finally hooked up our old computer so I could get some blogging done etc. Of course I have NO pictures on this system, but will be adding some pictures to the blog tomorrow from the pictures I have on my parents computer.
So, what's new?
The Vikes are in the playoffs and have their first playoff game tomorrow afternoon. Olivia will have a couple wardrob changes and will be sporting both her Vikings cheerleading outfit that our good friend Carrie gave her, and her Adrian Peterson jersey that my cousin Chad bought her for Christmas. Of course, pictures will be taken and posted. It is very ironic that when Carrie gave us the cheerleading uniform at my baby shower we made the comment that it would be perfect for when the Vikings made it to the playoffs and won the Super Bowl the following year. Who'da thunk it? Oh, Olivia is also starting to sport the Jared Allen (#69 defensive end) mullet. Go Vikes!
OK, onto other things besides the Vikings.
Olivia is a teething fool, though she hasn't gotten a new tooth in since Christmas night. Hmm. However, she drools like crazy and is constantly knawing on things. Or better yet, biting things, more specifically, me. I receive bites on the shoulder and the arm mostly, but have received a few to the face and one on the neck. Not cool. Nothing seems to deter her from biting and most of the time when she is firmly told "no biting" she smiles and bites again.
Olivia's vocabulary is still somewhat limited. She continues to say mama, dada, pup (though she now whispers it everytime she says it, weird kid) and pop pop (that is what she calls my dad). However, we added a new word to our vocabulary as of yesterday. Nnnn no. She says this with her big Olivia smile on her face and shaking her head no at the same time. And yes, it really is nnnn no. However, whenever Olivia is told no, she throws herself back and begins screaming. Can the terrible two's start even before the age of one? Kim is trying to teach her to say mine as well. Great. No and mine, two words I don't want to hear.
Walking is coming slowly, but surely. Olivia stands independently without holding onto anything a lot of the time now and even took four steps towards KB without holding onto anything, but other than that she still likes to drop to the floor and speed crawl to things or cruise around the couch etc. Part of her problem is she curls her toes under and literally walks on her toe knuckles (have I ever told you Olivia is just like me). She does walk with the push toy she has, which is pretty funny because she starts pushing and that thing takes off. It's almost like she is running behind it to catch up.
Just over the last couple of days Olivia has started opening her mouth, humming and hitting her mouth with an open palm. You know, the thing that sounds like an Indian chant thingy. Oh, you know what I am talking about.
Eating is sort of a pain in the butt. Olivia is going through a weird stage where she will put food in her mouth and then immediately take it out and examine it for a while, then put it back in and play with it for a while longer in her mouth. This causes every stinkin meal time to take FOREVER. She loves grilled cheese sandwiches, but I have decided that she can't eat this for every meal. She will not eat any vegetables unless it is baby food vegetables and it is hard to get meats into her. We have no problem getting our dairy, grains or fruits in for the day, its just those darn meats and veggies. I have decided that baby veggies are better than no veggies and she gets two containers of Stage 2 baby food a day. As for the meat, I took the turkey bites she refused to eat and put them in her green beans the other day and she ate them no problem. Well, until the last bite when she decided to gag. Go figure.
So, what's new?
The Vikes are in the playoffs and have their first playoff game tomorrow afternoon. Olivia will have a couple wardrob changes and will be sporting both her Vikings cheerleading outfit that our good friend Carrie gave her, and her Adrian Peterson jersey that my cousin Chad bought her for Christmas. Of course, pictures will be taken and posted. It is very ironic that when Carrie gave us the cheerleading uniform at my baby shower we made the comment that it would be perfect for when the Vikings made it to the playoffs and won the Super Bowl the following year. Who'da thunk it? Oh, Olivia is also starting to sport the Jared Allen (#69 defensive end) mullet. Go Vikes!
OK, onto other things besides the Vikings.
Olivia is a teething fool, though she hasn't gotten a new tooth in since Christmas night. Hmm. However, she drools like crazy and is constantly knawing on things. Or better yet, biting things, more specifically, me. I receive bites on the shoulder and the arm mostly, but have received a few to the face and one on the neck. Not cool. Nothing seems to deter her from biting and most of the time when she is firmly told "no biting" she smiles and bites again.
Olivia's vocabulary is still somewhat limited. She continues to say mama, dada, pup (though she now whispers it everytime she says it, weird kid) and pop pop (that is what she calls my dad). However, we added a new word to our vocabulary as of yesterday. Nnnn no. She says this with her big Olivia smile on her face and shaking her head no at the same time. And yes, it really is nnnn no. However, whenever Olivia is told no, she throws herself back and begins screaming. Can the terrible two's start even before the age of one? Kim is trying to teach her to say mine as well. Great. No and mine, two words I don't want to hear.
Walking is coming slowly, but surely. Olivia stands independently without holding onto anything a lot of the time now and even took four steps towards KB without holding onto anything, but other than that she still likes to drop to the floor and speed crawl to things or cruise around the couch etc. Part of her problem is she curls her toes under and literally walks on her toe knuckles (have I ever told you Olivia is just like me). She does walk with the push toy she has, which is pretty funny because she starts pushing and that thing takes off. It's almost like she is running behind it to catch up.
Just over the last couple of days Olivia has started opening her mouth, humming and hitting her mouth with an open palm. You know, the thing that sounds like an Indian chant thingy. Oh, you know what I am talking about.
Eating is sort of a pain in the butt. Olivia is going through a weird stage where she will put food in her mouth and then immediately take it out and examine it for a while, then put it back in and play with it for a while longer in her mouth. This causes every stinkin meal time to take FOREVER. She loves grilled cheese sandwiches, but I have decided that she can't eat this for every meal. She will not eat any vegetables unless it is baby food vegetables and it is hard to get meats into her. We have no problem getting our dairy, grains or fruits in for the day, its just those darn meats and veggies. I have decided that baby veggies are better than no veggies and she gets two containers of Stage 2 baby food a day. As for the meat, I took the turkey bites she refused to eat and put them in her green beans the other day and she ate them no problem. Well, until the last bite when she decided to gag. Go figure.
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