Matthew had his 15 month check-up this morning. Yey.
His stats:
Weight: 24.06 lbs (50%ile)
Height: 33 1/4 in (95%ile)
Size of the Megamind: 49 1/2cm (95%ile)
The doctor asked about language development. It is important that a child can state one word with meaning at this point. Last night, we made a list of all the words Matthew has said in case we were asked about this. At a total of 40 words, I'd say he's doing just fine.
The doctor also asked about motor movement like walking, running, and climbing, of which Matthew is doing all of the above. We also discussed eating, use of bottles/pacifiers (of which M does not use), and last but not least sleep. The last few weeks of illness for Matthew has made his sleep usual, whereby he was waking up multiple times a night. Typical for Matthew though is to wake up once for about 20 min in about one in every ten days. We soothe him for a bit and then can be put to back in his crib and he goes to sleep quite immediately. This week has been a little atypical (read: we hope its atypical and not a new pattern). Two nights ago, Matthew woke up two hours after going to bed and became hysterical (tears everywhere, hyperventilating while crying). We tried to put him back in bed three times throughout the night and each time he responded with hysteria all over again. So the big boy got to sleep between Mom and Dad. The doctor said that these usual nights happen, but this has not been our pattern so there is no reason for concern.
And the doctor fancied Mike by talking to him about IU basketball. Mike's comment when the doctor left the room, "I like him." My comment. "Of course you do."
Friday, January 25, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
Oh, What A Night!
Worst song ever. It is interesting to me that half of The Four Seasons' portfolio makes you wistful while the other half makes you want to beat Frankie with a bag full of mason jars.
This weekend, the in-laws took Matthew so we could have a seven-hour long date extravaganza. It was enjoyed by one and all. First, we went to see Argo, which was amazing--so amazing, in fact, that as soon as we are admitted into the Academy, our ballots for Best Picture will no longer be going to Lincoln. Lincoln was also fantastic, but not in the grab-you-by-the-crotch sort of way that Argo was fantastic. Since figurative genital discomfort is my only criteria for Oscar distribution, Argo wins.
After the movie, we decided to go to Ben & Jerry's for some Raspberry Chocolate Chunk frozen yogurt. However, we did not do so before enjoying the credits, which were narrated by the world's most self-aware woman. Seriously.
"BEN. AFFLECK."
"JOHN. GOODMAN."
"THIS MOVIE WAS REALLY GOO... ALAN. ARKIN. I LIKE HIM."
There is no higher form of humor than a gross lack of self-awareness. This woman was top-shelf. The whole theater was completely silent, watching the slide show that was accompanying the credits. And listening to a woman who apparently enjoys the collective works of Alan Arkin.
Following the riveting spoken word piece, we enjoyed our frozen yogurt. We then took a picture on my iPhone.
Aside: remember the cameras with flashbulbs? This was my first camera, although mine was actually blue. My brother's was that bizarre pink-purple color. I wonder how people would react if I pulled it out at a bar. I am often taking impromptu pictures at bars. I think they would smile. Might get annoyed when I asked them to wait while I wound the film to the next available exposure.
After the movie, we met the Schneiders for dinner at q, a BBQ place in the city. The head chef has starred on numerous TLC and Food Network shows and personally provides patrons with an autographed photo on their birthday. We learned this when she provided such a photo to Johnny for his birthday. The food, as you would imagine, didn't suck. A little different than the BBQ places we were used to in Wisconsin, however. Not too many $300 pork shoulders in Milwaukee, unless they come with one month's use of a Camry. We did not order the pork shoulder.
Finally, we ran into an old classmate of ours on our walk back to the car, a dude named Jesse who E did theatre with. He clearly had no idea who I was, but remembered her. As we talked, E brought up the fact that the only reason she and I ever met was because she and Jesse talked too much in Spanish class, so the teacher moved E to sit near me instead. Fourteen years later, there are two children that have been created due to Jesse and E never shutting up. I am thankful for that. I am especially thankful that the teacher moved E, and not Jesse, to sit by me. Otherwise, I would be married to a guy named Jesse and the two kids would be some sort of bizarre circus freaks the media would never leave alone. Yucky.
This weekend, the in-laws took Matthew so we could have a seven-hour long date extravaganza. It was enjoyed by one and all. First, we went to see Argo, which was amazing--so amazing, in fact, that as soon as we are admitted into the Academy, our ballots for Best Picture will no longer be going to Lincoln. Lincoln was also fantastic, but not in the grab-you-by-the-crotch sort of way that Argo was fantastic. Since figurative genital discomfort is my only criteria for Oscar distribution, Argo wins.
After the movie, we decided to go to Ben & Jerry's for some Raspberry Chocolate Chunk frozen yogurt. However, we did not do so before enjoying the credits, which were narrated by the world's most self-aware woman. Seriously.
"BEN. AFFLECK."
"JOHN. GOODMAN."
"THIS MOVIE WAS REALLY GOO... ALAN. ARKIN. I LIKE HIM."
There is no higher form of humor than a gross lack of self-awareness. This woman was top-shelf. The whole theater was completely silent, watching the slide show that was accompanying the credits. And listening to a woman who apparently enjoys the collective works of Alan Arkin.
Following the riveting spoken word piece, we enjoyed our frozen yogurt. We then took a picture on my iPhone.
Aside: remember the cameras with flashbulbs? This was my first camera, although mine was actually blue. My brother's was that bizarre pink-purple color. I wonder how people would react if I pulled it out at a bar. I am often taking impromptu pictures at bars. I think they would smile. Might get annoyed when I asked them to wait while I wound the film to the next available exposure.
After the movie, we met the Schneiders for dinner at q, a BBQ place in the city. The head chef has starred on numerous TLC and Food Network shows and personally provides patrons with an autographed photo on their birthday. We learned this when she provided such a photo to Johnny for his birthday. The food, as you would imagine, didn't suck. A little different than the BBQ places we were used to in Wisconsin, however. Not too many $300 pork shoulders in Milwaukee, unless they come with one month's use of a Camry. We did not order the pork shoulder.
Finally, we ran into an old classmate of ours on our walk back to the car, a dude named Jesse who E did theatre with. He clearly had no idea who I was, but remembered her. As we talked, E brought up the fact that the only reason she and I ever met was because she and Jesse talked too much in Spanish class, so the teacher moved E to sit near me instead. Fourteen years later, there are two children that have been created due to Jesse and E never shutting up. I am thankful for that. I am especially thankful that the teacher moved E, and not Jesse, to sit by me. Otherwise, I would be married to a guy named Jesse and the two kids would be some sort of bizarre circus freaks the media would never leave alone. Yucky.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
The Prologue
We're naming these last two weeks (and perhaps this coming week) of our life The Prologue. I have been sick for the last two weeks and Matthew has been sick for 9 days. Matthew started to have a bit of a cough and then the stomach flu and continued on with this nasty virus. It has led to 3 nights this week where Mike and I have gotten 3-5 hours of sleep. Matthew was waking up every hour or two to throw up or in a coughing fit that led him to cry. One of those nights, when not coughing or blowing my own nose, comforting Matthew or trying to ignore my heartburn, I thought, okay, time to rest...and then Deuce made his/her presence known by kicking up a storm. Hi Deuce.
Thursday night was fantastic; Matthew slept from 9pm-9am. He then took a 3 hour nap in the afternoon. I barely had to wipe his nose but he was coughing. I thought he was on the up. And then last night he went to bed at 8...and woke up at 10, 11, 11:45, 12:15, 5...ugh.
When we woke up at 10 he was coughing pretty hard and crying. Poor guy. I went and got him right away and held him. The sweet boy just rested on my shoulder. For ten minutes. And then it was playtime! He went looking for Daddy and then literally ran around the playroom screaming with joy for about ten straight minutes. We laid him back down at 10:30 and because we have a new monitor we were able to spy on him. He just laid there for a half hour with his eyes open. This led to questions such as, "What's on your mind? What's troubling you? Not sure which show you like better--Cat and the Hat or Sid the Science Kid?" He laid in bed with us for a bit and we tried to put him down again. Twice. He'd lay there for a short while and then start coughing and crying again. He was better when we brought him into our bed but then he'd want to play or kick Daddy in the throat.
Tonight he went to bed at 8 and is already back up coughing and crying. Ruh roh.
So why are we calling this The Prologue instead of Sleepless Sick Nights? Because this will be our sleep cycle only worse in just three months. Chasing a toddler, working, caring for a newborn, desperate for sleep, oh my!
Other random and completely unrelated thought...I dreamt that one of my sorority friends from southern IN told me she was moving to Vernon, WI. We did a walk through of her house and I discovered that her two young children would be sharing a bathroom. A bathroom with 2 jaquizzi tubs and a regular bathtub. And the furniture of the house was either dad-style cherry brown leather furniture with button tufts AND plastic blow-up chaises and chairs. When I woke up, I wondered if Vernon, WI existed. It does. And is a suburb just SW of where we used to live. Hadn't heard of it before, but somewhere in my mind, there it was!
And another random share...Mike and I were watching PBS this morning because they had on a program about National Parks. Ralph Waldo Emerson's views on the parks were referenced as he said that if you want to find God you should go into nature, the mountains. I wonder if my father-in-law agrees with his (middle name) namesake...
Thursday night was fantastic; Matthew slept from 9pm-9am. He then took a 3 hour nap in the afternoon. I barely had to wipe his nose but he was coughing. I thought he was on the up. And then last night he went to bed at 8...and woke up at 10, 11, 11:45, 12:15, 5...ugh.
When we woke up at 10 he was coughing pretty hard and crying. Poor guy. I went and got him right away and held him. The sweet boy just rested on my shoulder. For ten minutes. And then it was playtime! He went looking for Daddy and then literally ran around the playroom screaming with joy for about ten straight minutes. We laid him back down at 10:30 and because we have a new monitor we were able to spy on him. He just laid there for a half hour with his eyes open. This led to questions such as, "What's on your mind? What's troubling you? Not sure which show you like better--Cat and the Hat or Sid the Science Kid?" He laid in bed with us for a bit and we tried to put him down again. Twice. He'd lay there for a short while and then start coughing and crying again. He was better when we brought him into our bed but then he'd want to play or kick Daddy in the throat.
Tonight he went to bed at 8 and is already back up coughing and crying. Ruh roh.
So why are we calling this The Prologue instead of Sleepless Sick Nights? Because this will be our sleep cycle only worse in just three months. Chasing a toddler, working, caring for a newborn, desperate for sleep, oh my!
Other random and completely unrelated thought...I dreamt that one of my sorority friends from southern IN told me she was moving to Vernon, WI. We did a walk through of her house and I discovered that her two young children would be sharing a bathroom. A bathroom with 2 jaquizzi tubs and a regular bathtub. And the furniture of the house was either dad-style cherry brown leather furniture with button tufts AND plastic blow-up chaises and chairs. When I woke up, I wondered if Vernon, WI existed. It does. And is a suburb just SW of where we used to live. Hadn't heard of it before, but somewhere in my mind, there it was!
And another random share...Mike and I were watching PBS this morning because they had on a program about National Parks. Ralph Waldo Emerson's views on the parks were referenced as he said that if you want to find God you should go into nature, the mountains. I wonder if my father-in-law agrees with his (middle name) namesake...
These are my father-in-law's pictures from his mountain climbing expeditions. Wow!
Saturday, January 5, 2013
He Better Start Saving
Matthew: (with one arm up in a tiger-like position) Grrrr!!!!
Me (E): Are you gonna be a Missouri Tiger one day?
Matthew: No.
Me: Are you gonna be a Boilermaker?
Matthew: No.
Mike: Good answer Bud.
Me: Are you gonna be a Hoosier?
Matthew: No.
(Mike bows his head with complete devastation.)
Me: What about a Wildcat? You gonna be a Wildcat one day?
Matthew: Yeah!
Please note that the He referenced in the title of this post could be any man.
Me (E): Are you gonna be a Missouri Tiger one day?
Matthew: No.
Me: Are you gonna be a Boilermaker?
Matthew: No.
Mike: Good answer Bud.
Me: Are you gonna be a Hoosier?
Matthew: No.
(Mike bows his head with complete devastation.)
Me: What about a Wildcat? You gonna be a Wildcat one day?
Matthew: Yeah!
Please note that the He referenced in the title of this post could be any man.
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