When I picked up little bug today, the nanny said that she was acting sick (at least that is what I think she said, my Spanish is pretty bad - plus little bug had a runny nose. So like all good parents, I took her to the park. Nothing like fresh air and dirt to make you feel better. She terrorized the little kids section of the park and then headed to the big kids section with the two story slides. I wasn't ready for her to go down those on her own, so I had to maneuver myself and her down a tunnel slide and not give either of us a concussion. It was a feat.
As we were leaving the park we said goodbye to everything, or at least she repeated me....
Me: Goodbye park
LB: BYE ARK
Me: Goodbye swings
LB: BYE INGS
Me: Goodbye slide
LB: BYE IDE SSSS
Me: Goodbye drainage ditch
LB: BYE HMMDDDMMMSSSFFRRRGGGHHH
Other than a runny nose, which I'm convinced are just allergies, she was fine when we came home. She was sticking stickers all over her legs and arms and then my arms. Then she ripped them off, basically waxing off any hair I had on my arms. Halfway through sticker-palooza I gave her some dinner and rice pudding (since she's sick and all). As she was finishing up her pudding, I realized some stickers were missing. Then I found one. On her tongue. So there's some fiber to go with the pudding.
When I was drying her off from her bath, I figured I'd better take her temperature. But couldn't find a single rectal thermometer with a battery that worked in it. So I found a case of thermometers that came with a "newborn kit". One was a pacifier thermometer, and one was a stubby thermometer with bulb on the end. Where the heck does that go? I asked out loud, and little bug said "arm".
Alright, so I stuck it under her arm. She clenched her arm by her side to hold it to her skin and looked at me with the biggest grin. We both started laughing. I said to her, "Do you think this is really an underarm thermometer?" She said, "sure". Why not? She came out at 90 degrees. I'm not sure what a normal underarm temperature is supposed to be so that (plus the giggling) seemed fine. I then gave her the pacifier one to try out. Since her nose was stuffed up, that wasn't the best idea. She was a trooper though and would pull it out of her mouth take a deep breath like a diver coming up for air, and then put the pacifier back in. When it beeped, she pulled it out of her mouth, looked at it and said "uh-oh". She was 90 degrees again. I'm good with consistency, so I left it at that.
I had to bulb syringe her nose to clear it out which is always an adventure. She decided she wanted her doll to get her nose cleaned first. So we laid her doll on the floor and little bug laid down next to her. I cleaned the doll's nose, then little bug's and she thought it was hilarious. Whenever I sucked something out of little bug's nose she said, "WHOAH"!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Sharp Elbows
On Sunday I took little bug to a birthday party for a friend's little girl who was turning three. The party was at one of those incredible "activity centers" designed to wear kids out. Since it was a party for a three year old, little bug was the youngest by a few months, so I wasn't sure how she'd react to the insanity of "big kids" running around screaming and knocking each other down.
Turns out, little bug is a tough one, and I wound up picking up three year olds that she had knocked out of her way.
The activity center had a trampoline floor, a foam block pit, slides, bouncy house and then they set up an obstacle course. Little bug jumped around on the trampoline and took some serious spills, but got herself back up like nothing happened. She even used the big kids as a handle to pull herself up. When I tried to get close to her to act as a spotter, she'd look at me and put her hand out and said "no mommy", like I was Swiper the Fox. Apparently I was embarrassing her. Which was fine by me, because it gave me time to catch up with my friends while the other parents I didn't know whispered about what a bad mom I was letting my baby get roughed up.
Of course, this is where the benefit of having a kid that looks nothing like you comes in. You can just point in the general direction of the kids when someone asks which one yours is, and they'll assume it is the blonde one. Not the black haired one making the boy cry in the corner.
At one point, they broke the kids into two groups. Destructo team one and terror team two - or something like that. So little bug decided to get in the single file line as if she was a big kid. An obstacle course was set up where the kids had to climb through tunnels and over bridges, down a slide, through cones, etc. The first obstacle was really tall to climb over, so little bug was a little stuck (yelling "no mommy" when I got within a five-foot radius), so I decided to let her work it out on her own. Until I saw that she was starting to get lapped. And the big kids were treating little bug like she was part of the obstacle course by pushing past her. Luckily this propelled her over the first obstacle and back on the course. To which she ran headfirst into the pit of foam blocks.
As the grand finale, the "instructors/kid wranglers" lined all the kids up to sit around the trampoline floor while one kid laid on the trampoline. The instructor them jumped on the floor and propelled the kid up about 5 feet and caught them mid-air. I thought for sure that little bug wasn't going to go for that. But she patiently watched all the kids lay on the ground, cross the arms over their chest and get kicked into the air. She actually laid down on the floor by the mat and put her arms across her chest like she was practicing. When it came time for her turn, she walked up like a little soldier, laid down, crossed her arms and stared at the ceiling like it was a military drill. Even the instructor laughed. She popped little bug up, caught her and little bug didn't even crack a smile. She just ran off the trampoline mat as if to say, "alright, checked that activity off the list" and ran headfirst into the pit of foam.
Turns out, little bug is a tough one, and I wound up picking up three year olds that she had knocked out of her way.
The activity center had a trampoline floor, a foam block pit, slides, bouncy house and then they set up an obstacle course. Little bug jumped around on the trampoline and took some serious spills, but got herself back up like nothing happened. She even used the big kids as a handle to pull herself up. When I tried to get close to her to act as a spotter, she'd look at me and put her hand out and said "no mommy", like I was Swiper the Fox. Apparently I was embarrassing her. Which was fine by me, because it gave me time to catch up with my friends while the other parents I didn't know whispered about what a bad mom I was letting my baby get roughed up.
Of course, this is where the benefit of having a kid that looks nothing like you comes in. You can just point in the general direction of the kids when someone asks which one yours is, and they'll assume it is the blonde one. Not the black haired one making the boy cry in the corner.
At one point, they broke the kids into two groups. Destructo team one and terror team two - or something like that. So little bug decided to get in the single file line as if she was a big kid. An obstacle course was set up where the kids had to climb through tunnels and over bridges, down a slide, through cones, etc. The first obstacle was really tall to climb over, so little bug was a little stuck (yelling "no mommy" when I got within a five-foot radius), so I decided to let her work it out on her own. Until I saw that she was starting to get lapped. And the big kids were treating little bug like she was part of the obstacle course by pushing past her. Luckily this propelled her over the first obstacle and back on the course. To which she ran headfirst into the pit of foam blocks.
As the grand finale, the "instructors/kid wranglers" lined all the kids up to sit around the trampoline floor while one kid laid on the trampoline. The instructor them jumped on the floor and propelled the kid up about 5 feet and caught them mid-air. I thought for sure that little bug wasn't going to go for that. But she patiently watched all the kids lay on the ground, cross the arms over their chest and get kicked into the air. She actually laid down on the floor by the mat and put her arms across her chest like she was practicing. When it came time for her turn, she walked up like a little soldier, laid down, crossed her arms and stared at the ceiling like it was a military drill. Even the instructor laughed. She popped little bug up, caught her and little bug didn't even crack a smile. She just ran off the trampoline mat as if to say, "alright, checked that activity off the list" and ran headfirst into the pit of foam.
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