OK, OK, OK ... I know that I just posted an entry for today, but there's some stuff I forgot to mention and plus I needed an excuse to upload more photos. Couldn't you just kiss that dribble off his chin?
I spent 2.5 hours today taking pictures. That's called Really Productive.
The thing I forgot to mention is that The Goose attended a music class today! He was the youngest in attendance but by far the most musically gifted in the room. In fact, he was much more coordinated than many of the moms. His favorite part was the egg shaker and the sticks, both of which we had to pry from his grubby little hands while he threw a bloody murder screaming fit (BMSF) and disrupted class. We did learn a new song though and it goes like this ...
Five eggs and five eggs,
That makes ten.
Sittin' on top is mama hen.
Crack, crack, crack, crack ...
What do I see?
Ten little chicks just as yellow as can be!
How appropriate for us! (Except the parts where there are more than 3 eggs and the mama hen hatches the eggs and they crack open and the chicks come out.) We signed up again for next week, but I'm just waiting for the teacher to look over the list and realize who we are and call to say that we aren't welcome due to the BMSF. In case you're interested, the classes are only free in the summer and cost $180 for 15 weeks (30 minutes once a week) starting in the fall. Who needs music in the fall anyway?
Also, The Goose has made it a habit to check out the refrigerator on a daily basis. There are some photos of this if you click on the one above (as usual).
I LOVE the camera. Can you tell?
Thursday, June 30, 2005
NEW CAMERA!
Finally! We got a new one! This one has a FOUR YEAR WARRANTY which includes submersion, vehicular fatalities, and assault by prize babies with mashed peas on their hands. Thank goodness ... I was getting REALLY bored around here without a camera. Now I guess my house will go back to being dirty and I don't even care.
Also today I filed the complaint in court regarding Northwest Airlines. The court date is set for August 1. CALLING ALL PRO BONO LAWYERS! I am scared to death.
In other news, I have poison ivy on my arm and chigger bites in my nether regions. Don't know how that happened but it could've been from the fall, which, speaking of ...
The Goose and I are healing nicely and currently my biggest concern is getting the glue out of his hair. My knee is still blue, but you can't even tell Goose has a scratch because his hair is so long that it covers up the spot.
Recently Goose has acquired a talent for tantrum throwing and there's a picture of the back-arch move if you click on the photo above. The tantrums started out for good reasons (like when we took away sharp objects) but now have moved forward into for-no-reason land. Interestingly enough, he only throws them while we're holding him, and the method he uses causes his body to become sleek and straight and banana-like. The arms go up, the back arches, the mouth flies open to scream, and the head goes back. It's really fun, but also I hope it stops soon.
In food news, he's into dill pickles and kidney beans. My kinda guy.
You may have to endure a few mindless posts in the next few days as I learn how to use all the features on the new camera ... 4 megapixels, movie with audio, black and white mode, etc., etc. YAY for Best Buy!
Love to all.
Also today I filed the complaint in court regarding Northwest Airlines. The court date is set for August 1. CALLING ALL PRO BONO LAWYERS! I am scared to death.
In other news, I have poison ivy on my arm and chigger bites in my nether regions. Don't know how that happened but it could've been from the fall, which, speaking of ...
The Goose and I are healing nicely and currently my biggest concern is getting the glue out of his hair. My knee is still blue, but you can't even tell Goose has a scratch because his hair is so long that it covers up the spot.
Recently Goose has acquired a talent for tantrum throwing and there's a picture of the back-arch move if you click on the photo above. The tantrums started out for good reasons (like when we took away sharp objects) but now have moved forward into for-no-reason land. Interestingly enough, he only throws them while we're holding him, and the method he uses causes his body to become sleek and straight and banana-like. The arms go up, the back arches, the mouth flies open to scream, and the head goes back. It's really fun, but also I hope it stops soon.
In food news, he's into dill pickles and kidney beans. My kinda guy.
You may have to endure a few mindless posts in the next few days as I learn how to use all the features on the new camera ... 4 megapixels, movie with audio, black and white mode, etc., etc. YAY for Best Buy!
Love to all.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
A Real Goose Bump
Here's the Goose with his banged-up head. If you click on the picture you can see another one of me and him both and even though it's from a distance, you can still see the scrape on my head too.
But we're healing nicely. Now, about those helmets ...
But we're healing nicely. Now, about those helmets ...
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Goose Eggs
Well folks we have now officially made our first trip to the emergency room with The Goose. Here's the story ...
On Friday morning at approximately 8 a.m., Goose and I were hiking down a ridge with him in his backpack carrier on my back (see picture) when I tripped and fell face first into a landscape timber. The Goose also had an unfortunate encounter with the timber and the short version is that there was a good bit of blood and screaming and we ended up at Vandy's Children's ER.
After a period of about three hours, it was determined that Dermabond would do the trick and thus stitches were avoided. The application of the glue was less than graceful, and most of it ended up in his hair, which I guess is better than in his eyes, but still was a mess. Vanderbilt is a teaching hospital, so you gotta give them a break.
When we got home from the hospital the pavers were STILL workign on our road and so we had to park and walk up the hill to the house in our bloody clothes, exhausted. But things could've been much worse, so I really should not be complaining.
The Goose and I both got goose eggs (ha ha -- or should we call them goose bumps?) and I scraped up my knee pretty bad, but all in all, we're fine. He is acting like nothing has happened and ... drumroll ...
Has learned to wave BYE BYE!
Usually it's a double-armed, flailing-like movement, but it's definitely a wave. So there is some good news from this weekend!
Shortly after the incident, the little prince was acting like he'd already forgotten. Now he's back to his old self: crawling everywhere and pulling himself up and chasing balls and throwing back-arching temper tantrums when he doesn't get his way. Today I put him back in the carrier and we went for a much more enjoyable walk than the one last Friday.
Mama & Daddy, I hate to tell you, but all that money you spent on ballet lessons was a total waste because I am a hopeless clutz. Just call me Grace Pace.
We are now accepting donations of helmets for mom & baby.
On Friday morning at approximately 8 a.m., Goose and I were hiking down a ridge with him in his backpack carrier on my back (see picture) when I tripped and fell face first into a landscape timber. The Goose also had an unfortunate encounter with the timber and the short version is that there was a good bit of blood and screaming and we ended up at Vandy's Children's ER.
After a period of about three hours, it was determined that Dermabond would do the trick and thus stitches were avoided. The application of the glue was less than graceful, and most of it ended up in his hair, which I guess is better than in his eyes, but still was a mess. Vanderbilt is a teaching hospital, so you gotta give them a break.
When we got home from the hospital the pavers were STILL workign on our road and so we had to park and walk up the hill to the house in our bloody clothes, exhausted. But things could've been much worse, so I really should not be complaining.
The Goose and I both got goose eggs (ha ha -- or should we call them goose bumps?) and I scraped up my knee pretty bad, but all in all, we're fine. He is acting like nothing has happened and ... drumroll ...
Has learned to wave BYE BYE!
Usually it's a double-armed, flailing-like movement, but it's definitely a wave. So there is some good news from this weekend!
Shortly after the incident, the little prince was acting like he'd already forgotten. Now he's back to his old self: crawling everywhere and pulling himself up and chasing balls and throwing back-arching temper tantrums when he doesn't get his way. Today I put him back in the carrier and we went for a much more enjoyable walk than the one last Friday.
Mama & Daddy, I hate to tell you, but all that money you spent on ballet lessons was a total waste because I am a hopeless clutz. Just call me Grace Pace.
We are now accepting donations of helmets for mom & baby.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
The 9-Month Checkup
Yesterday was The Goose's 9-month well-baby doctor visit. He measured 27.5 inches in height (50th percentile) and weighed in at 17 lbs, 8 oz. (10th percentile). I don't remember his exact head size, but the nurse gasped and said that it was, again, off the charts, as were his intelligence, creativity, language-development, and activity levels. The doctor said that we should NOT worry about his low weight because this is typical for breastfed babies at about 9 months. She said he will likely have a surge before his 12-month checkup.
When the doctor walked in and spoke to Goose, he immediately held out his hands in his typical "I-need-to-hug-you-NOW" fashion and allowed her to probe him all over without a peep. She gave him a prescription steroid cream for his eczema and said it will likely come and go and get itchy and gross and that maybe he'll outgrow it (or not) and that it might keep him up at night and that scratching will make it worse and that he will inevitably scratch it raw. Great.
Then the doctor left and the nurse came in for the one shot and also a finger prick (iron level test). The Goose sat in his dad's lap and played with my bracelet during this would-be traumatic time.
First came the prick, after which he didn't even look up until she put the band-aid on and then he abandoned my bracelet and went to work gnawing on the band-aid (it was later found in the upstairs hallway after a long period of searching for it).
Then came the time for the shot and we all held our breath. But three cheers for the brave, injection-taker baby! He was so interested in the band-aid that he didn't even notice her stick that needle in his leg. After her shocked reaction, he calmly peered up at her as if to say, "Yeah, I could've screamed bloody murder, but that would be beneath me, and plus this band-aid is way too cool to ignore." Needless to say, she was very impressed.
In conclusion, he's still perfect.
When the doctor walked in and spoke to Goose, he immediately held out his hands in his typical "I-need-to-hug-you-NOW" fashion and allowed her to probe him all over without a peep. She gave him a prescription steroid cream for his eczema and said it will likely come and go and get itchy and gross and that maybe he'll outgrow it (or not) and that it might keep him up at night and that scratching will make it worse and that he will inevitably scratch it raw. Great.
Then the doctor left and the nurse came in for the one shot and also a finger prick (iron level test). The Goose sat in his dad's lap and played with my bracelet during this would-be traumatic time.
First came the prick, after which he didn't even look up until she put the band-aid on and then he abandoned my bracelet and went to work gnawing on the band-aid (it was later found in the upstairs hallway after a long period of searching for it).
Then came the time for the shot and we all held our breath. But three cheers for the brave, injection-taker baby! He was so interested in the band-aid that he didn't even notice her stick that needle in his leg. After her shocked reaction, he calmly peered up at her as if to say, "Yeah, I could've screamed bloody murder, but that would be beneath me, and plus this band-aid is way too cool to ignore." Needless to say, she was very impressed.
In conclusion, he's still perfect.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Happy Father's Day!
Well I would've taken a picture today, but as you know, my camera is broken and I haven't been able to talk to a real person at Sony in order to find out what to do. Despite our sadness about the broken camera, we did have a fantastic day today.
When Goose woke up at 7:30 a.m., B went in to get him and Goose said, "Dah-Dah!" and then gave him a big hug. We were impressed by this until later in the day when Goose said those same two syllables while looking at one of the chickens. Oh well. At least he's cropped it from DAHDAHDAHDAHDAHDAHDAH to just Dah-dah, which is closer than before. We're so proud.
Tomorrow is his 9-month checkup, so I'll write more after we know the stats. I hope you all had a great Father's Day ... we'll see ALL of our dads and grandads in July!!!
When Goose woke up at 7:30 a.m., B went in to get him and Goose said, "Dah-Dah!" and then gave him a big hug. We were impressed by this until later in the day when Goose said those same two syllables while looking at one of the chickens. Oh well. At least he's cropped it from DAHDAHDAHDAHDAHDAHDAH to just Dah-dah, which is closer than before. We're so proud.
Tomorrow is his 9-month checkup, so I'll write more after we know the stats. I hope you all had a great Father's Day ... we'll see ALL of our dads and grandads in July!!!
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Happy 9 Months to The Goose!
Today is Prince Goose's 9-month birthday. It definitely does not seem like 9 months have passed since he popped into this world and scored a 9/10 on the Apgar scale. They don't give tens, so basically that just means he was perfect. And he still is. We even went ahead and renewed his contract for another nine months since we like him so much.
Today for his birthday outting we took him to the fancy Brentwood library and let him play with the Thomas the Tank Engine train track set. He almost got into a fight with a four-year-old because he wanted to suck on Thomas rather than play nicely with him on the tracks. I really think Goose would've won the fight, but we didn't take any chances. Then he met a 3-year-old girlfriend who was wearing a pink sweatsuit with a purple feather boa wrapped around her neck and some barbie cowgirl boots (my kinda girl). The two of them played together for a while before we all got hungry and headed home.
Later in the afternoon, we put everyone's father's day cards in the mail, so if they're a little late, please forgive us!
I think Goose will be very upset when he finds out that I put such an old picture of him (9 days old!) on his birthday page. Plus there's a booger in his nose which I tried to edit out but failed. Oh well, that's what moms are for ...
Happy happy birthday, baby Goose!
Today for his birthday outting we took him to the fancy Brentwood library and let him play with the Thomas the Tank Engine train track set. He almost got into a fight with a four-year-old because he wanted to suck on Thomas rather than play nicely with him on the tracks. I really think Goose would've won the fight, but we didn't take any chances. Then he met a 3-year-old girlfriend who was wearing a pink sweatsuit with a purple feather boa wrapped around her neck and some barbie cowgirl boots (my kinda girl). The two of them played together for a while before we all got hungry and headed home.
Later in the afternoon, we put everyone's father's day cards in the mail, so if they're a little late, please forgive us!
I think Goose will be very upset when he finds out that I put such an old picture of him (9 days old!) on his birthday page. Plus there's a booger in his nose which I tried to edit out but failed. Oh well, that's what moms are for ...
Happy happy birthday, baby Goose!
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