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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