Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Today was a Difficult Day... but a Good Day

Let's see - yesterday was my sister's birthday, and today Matthew and Jennifer's son was born - Keegan Jon. Riley is a big sister now! She has no idea how her life just changed today. After a while, though, she won't remember what it was like to be the only one... but she still might want to hit him on the head with a bag of (was it pretzels? fritoes?).. something.

The little guy in our house was not interested in napping (despite overwhelming evidence of tiredness). Shrieking and yelling ensued [this was the difficult part of the day]. So, I gave up and went out (we got some puzzles because Friday has become interested in our foam books with lift-out pieces).

Oh, well, but earlier in the day the little dude was practicing his walking (with props still, of course).



Tomorrow - visitor from the west [Aunt Emily - which always reminds me of Mr. Mom.. so does vacuuming. i should watch that again. i bet the jokes are funnier when you've been a parent.]! And we should be having some nice weather this week - it's saying low 70's and sunny.

Friday, September 4, 2009

At the Park

Why play on the swings when you can play in the mulch?

We're not quite ready for slides and stuff yet. Just playing in the wood chips. And the mud. Maybe even putting some in our mouths. Icky.

Still adjusting the Chester's insulin dosage. He's still WAY high on the glucose.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Trying to Find a Smile

Is there no smile in there?

I want what you have

Pouty face

At Wilson Park

But, alas, there were none to be found!

Not that he hasn't been happy and smiley.. I just haven't gotten a photo recently.

Luckily I got a little rest last night and am feeling a bit more myself today than in recent days (weeks?). We have yet to adjust Chester's insulin dosage, and his glucose levels are still very high. He's been eating EVERYTHING in sight. He needs to be put in the bathroom just so I can feed the other cats. We discovered a nasty cut/burn/sore of some sort on Chester's shoulder - so now he's got a shaved spot there, too, and more medicine.

Because I can't leave food down anymore, if I get up to check on the baby in the middle of the night the cats yell "Swarm! Swarm!" And I'm forced to get them food and wait for them all to finish before going back to sleep. Either that, or Anya will follow me to bed and find something really irritating to pick at until I give in.