Ben's other big first was starting pre-school this week. He'll be going two days a week, and a bunch of his friends and neighborhood kids are in his class! Look at that big boy smile!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
A Few Firsts
Ben had his very first trip to the dentist and did an incredible job. The funniest part about it, to me, is that his dentist was my dentist when I was little, the Snoopy Dentist! Everything in his office is Snoopy. Ben even got to go to the dog house and pick out a toy when it was all over. I remember doing the very same thing. It's so amazing to me how we've come full circle.
Ben's other big first was starting pre-school this week. He'll be going two days a week, and a bunch of his friends and neighborhood kids are in his class! Look at that big boy smile!
Ben's other big first was starting pre-school this week. He'll be going two days a week, and a bunch of his friends and neighborhood kids are in his class! Look at that big boy smile!
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Good Morning, Mr. Rolli Polli
As I was getting ready this morning, I was greeted by a rolli polli bug cruising along our carpet. A rolli polli is much less offensive than a gigantic spider, or a mosquito, or a flying bug I can't even identify, but it's still an icky bug nonetheless.
Enter suburbia...a place where you have ample room to run around, plenty of parking, Target, and a LARGE VARIETY of icky bugs! Living in San Francisco we certainly had our share of mesquitos. On those rare, warm nights, they would congregate over the still puddles of water in the park that hadn't fully absorbed into grass. Of-course, we had raccoon sightings, but rarely an icky bug.
Now, icky bugs are becoming the norm. I'm not a fan a of the bug, flying, crawling, or creeping along our carpet. However, unless we make the exterminator a regular friend, I'm afraid I will have to make peace with the icky bugs.
Enter suburbia...a place where you have ample room to run around, plenty of parking, Target, and a LARGE VARIETY of icky bugs! Living in San Francisco we certainly had our share of mesquitos. On those rare, warm nights, they would congregate over the still puddles of water in the park that hadn't fully absorbed into grass. Of-course, we had raccoon sightings, but rarely an icky bug.
Now, icky bugs are becoming the norm. I'm not a fan a of the bug, flying, crawling, or creeping along our carpet. However, unless we make the exterminator a regular friend, I'm afraid I will have to make peace with the icky bugs.
Friday, May 7, 2010
One Saturday Morning
Last Saturday, Ben and I went to our neighborhood farmer's market to pick up some fancy lettuce with flower petals (my favorite), strawberries, and asparagus. Instead of using the stroller (which might have been the easier option), he held my hand the whole time. While perusing the market in the sun, we ran into neighbors, and friends from our Mommy and Me "preschool" class. We walked by the sorbet stand and I figured a little mid-morning snack of icy strawberry-rhubarb would be a great Saturday morning treat.
We found a spot in the shade on a curb and Ben scooted as close to me as he possibly could. We sat together and talked, eating sorbet, and I looked at him, with his little baseball cap on sideways, holding his cup like such a big boy and realized how quickly he HAS become a big boy. Talking, jumping, running, sharing, snuggling, reading, making trains, coloring, understanding, laughing, crying, getting frustrated...he's growing up so fast!
I will forever hang on to that moment in my mind at the farmer's market where life seemed so simple, and my little boy suddenly seemed so grown-up.
We found a spot in the shade on a curb and Ben scooted as close to me as he possibly could. We sat together and talked, eating sorbet, and I looked at him, with his little baseball cap on sideways, holding his cup like such a big boy and realized how quickly he HAS become a big boy. Talking, jumping, running, sharing, snuggling, reading, making trains, coloring, understanding, laughing, crying, getting frustrated...he's growing up so fast!
I will forever hang on to that moment in my mind at the farmer's market where life seemed so simple, and my little boy suddenly seemed so grown-up.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
There's a Bagel in Mommy's Tummy
"A bagel in mommy's tummy," was Ben's response when I asked him if he new what was growing in Mommy's tummy (of-course this was right after I had downed an Everything bagel with everything on it)! As we talk more and more about it, and mommy's tummy gets bigger, Ben will tell you there is a baby in mommy's tummy, whether or not he really understands that he will become a big brother in September. The other day I asked him where the baby was, and he put his hand gently on my stomach and said, "Baby right here." We are 18 weeks along and get to find out girl or boy in two weeks!
Everyone keeps asking if I have a preference. A healthy baby is all I could ask for. If we get another boy then we are set with clothes, if it's a girl, I can go crazy buying bows and tutus! We got Ben his own stroller which he loads up with his doll Jake and his sippy cup and cruises through the house and yard, bumping into walls, and popping wheelies along the way (perhaps we'll wait until he's a little bit older to push the stroller with the real baby).
I took him to a doctors appointment yesterday and he got to hear the heartbeat. For the rest of the night whenever the subject came up he put his hands on his stomach to talk about mommy's tummy, the doctor, and the heartbeat.
Ben is going to be a great big brother. He has become quite the little helper around the house. If he finds a drop of water on the floor he will stand by the paper towels asking for one so he can wipe it up. For the next 20 minutes Ben can be found wiping floors, windows, and eventually his nose.
As for now, the bagel in my belly continues to grow and kick, and we are excited that our family of 4 (I had to include Petey), will become a family of 5!
Everyone keeps asking if I have a preference. A healthy baby is all I could ask for. If we get another boy then we are set with clothes, if it's a girl, I can go crazy buying bows and tutus! We got Ben his own stroller which he loads up with his doll Jake and his sippy cup and cruises through the house and yard, bumping into walls, and popping wheelies along the way (perhaps we'll wait until he's a little bit older to push the stroller with the real baby).
I took him to a doctors appointment yesterday and he got to hear the heartbeat. For the rest of the night whenever the subject came up he put his hands on his stomach to talk about mommy's tummy, the doctor, and the heartbeat.
Ben is going to be a great big brother. He has become quite the little helper around the house. If he finds a drop of water on the floor he will stand by the paper towels asking for one so he can wipe it up. For the next 20 minutes Ben can be found wiping floors, windows, and eventually his nose.
As for now, the bagel in my belly continues to grow and kick, and we are excited that our family of 4 (I had to include Petey), will become a family of 5!
Saturday, March 27, 2010
He's a "Yeah" Man
A few weeks ago I posted about Ben and his favorite words, "No Mommy," and it seems as though things have taken a turn...for the better! All of the sudden Ben has starting responding to questions with, not yes, but "yeah", and not just a simple "yeah" but an extremely enthusiastic "YEAH".
Me: Are you ready to eat to lunch?
Ben: Yeah!
Me: Do you have a poopy diaper?
Ben: Yeah!
Me: Are you ready to take a nap?
Ben: Yeah!
Me: Do you want to read a book?
Ben: Yeah!
Me: (after throwing his sippy cup across the table) Do you need to sit in the naughty chair?
Ben: Yeah! (the only time I'd wished he would have said "NO!"...who wants to sit in the naughty chair!?!?)
What a pleasant phase we're in right now...I'm going to enjoy each "yeah" while it lasts!
Me: Are you ready to eat to lunch?
Ben: Yeah!
Me: Do you have a poopy diaper?
Ben: Yeah!
Me: Are you ready to take a nap?
Ben: Yeah!
Me: Do you want to read a book?
Ben: Yeah!
Me: (after throwing his sippy cup across the table) Do you need to sit in the naughty chair?
Ben: Yeah! (the only time I'd wished he would have said "NO!"...who wants to sit in the naughty chair!?!?)
What a pleasant phase we're in right now...I'm going to enjoy each "yeah" while it lasts!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
A Bit of a Scare
Thursday night around midnight we hear Ben wake up and call out, "Icky Lovey, Icky Lovey...." (Lovey is what he calls his blanket). Mike went in to investigate, only to discover Ben had gotten sick. We bathed him, changed his clothes, retrieved alternate lovey from the closet and brought him into bed with us...only to have him get sick again...(so we had to repeat the steps and find alternate sleeping arrangements since our bed was now "icky"). We stripped our sheets and we all went to sleep on the air-mattress in the guest room (including Petey who managed to squeeze himself in). Luckily, we made it through the rest of the night without any further incidence.
Friday he seemed fine. We avoided milk, watched some Sesame Street, and stayed inside because of the rain. He slept through the night and woke up Saturday morning at his usual time.
I went to get him and bring him into bed with us, because we usually "nuggle" (snuggle) and read books and wake up. As soon as he crawled into our bed he fell asleep again, definitely strange for him. I decided to get up and get breakfast going and left the two lazies sleeping soundly. Once Ben did decide to get up, he stumbled into the kitchen and laid down right where he was standing, closing his eyes and going back to sleep. I picked him up and put him on the couch where he fell over sitting up and fell back asleep.
Something was wrong.
Luckily we have a great hospital minutes from our house, so we got in the car and headed over to the ER. Once there they gave B an IV (after pricking the poor thing 4 times to get it in), took blood, did some x-rays and determined the cause of his sleepiness. Due to being sick the two nights prior his blood sugar was low and he was dehydrated. Once they gave him and sugar, apple juice, and a bag of fluid, he was chatting away once again...much to our relief. He was so brave throughout the whole time in the hospital. The only time he cried was not when they were treating him like a pin cushion, but when they were taking off the tape to remove the IV! Such a tough little cookie.
This was certainly not the way we had planned to spend our Saturday morning, but thankful a little sugar and hydration was all it took to get him back to his old self. Phew!
Friday he seemed fine. We avoided milk, watched some Sesame Street, and stayed inside because of the rain. He slept through the night and woke up Saturday morning at his usual time.
I went to get him and bring him into bed with us, because we usually "nuggle" (snuggle) and read books and wake up. As soon as he crawled into our bed he fell asleep again, definitely strange for him. I decided to get up and get breakfast going and left the two lazies sleeping soundly. Once Ben did decide to get up, he stumbled into the kitchen and laid down right where he was standing, closing his eyes and going back to sleep. I picked him up and put him on the couch where he fell over sitting up and fell back asleep.
Something was wrong.
Luckily we have a great hospital minutes from our house, so we got in the car and headed over to the ER. Once there they gave B an IV (after pricking the poor thing 4 times to get it in), took blood, did some x-rays and determined the cause of his sleepiness. Due to being sick the two nights prior his blood sugar was low and he was dehydrated. Once they gave him and sugar, apple juice, and a bag of fluid, he was chatting away once again...much to our relief. He was so brave throughout the whole time in the hospital. The only time he cried was not when they were treating him like a pin cushion, but when they were taking off the tape to remove the IV! Such a tough little cookie.
This was certainly not the way we had planned to spend our Saturday morning, but thankful a little sugar and hydration was all it took to get him back to his old self. Phew!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)