Remember, I promised I'd give the full update today... :)
Genevieve is doing very well. We had an appointment with our new pediatrician for her 18 month wellness check in August. We both (Viv and I) really liked her. She asked me a lot of questions about Genevieve's EHK and our routine. I liked that she asked the questions rather than me rambling on trying to tell her everything and then feeling like she wasn't listening or something. Genevieve seemed very comfortable with her too. Genevieve weighed in at 21.5 lbs and 33 inches long. She is super tall and skinny. The ped was a little concerned about Genevieve's ankles (which I have been also). Her ankles roll in really bad when she is walking. She also walks with her arms straight out like she has poor balance. So she (the ped) asked that we check in with Amy (Viv's Physical Therapist) and maybe discuss braces for her. I was expecting that. I guess I've been expecting that since she was an infant and braces were brought up for her hips at one point. So we see Amy next week. However, I did not wrap Genevieve's ankles one day and noticed that without bandages they do not roll in as bad and she walks better. So I'm almost curious if it was just the bandages and how i had them wrapped? So I have not been wrapping her and so far so good. A little nerve wracking for me as her feet are her worst and most sensitive area, but so far so good. Genevieve is walking and running everywhere. She loves to play with balls and throw them with you. She loves her puppy (or well he's a dog lol) more and more every day, and he loves her just the same. She's becoming very independent and her personality shines through more and more every day.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Long time... no chat?
Well I just realized it's been forever (literally) since I posted an update. So much is going on. More so exciting things than bad things, but it is now 2:30am and I realized I should be asleep by now. So I promise (yes I promise) that I will update tomorrow with all of it.
For now though, I will say that we are all doing very well and Genevieve is doing wonderful.
For now though, I will say that we are all doing very well and Genevieve is doing wonderful.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
A perfect explanation
Taken out of a newspaper:
TELL ME ABOUT IT
Why don’t friends with kids have time?
Dear Carolyn: Best friend has child. Her: exhausted, busy, no time for self, no time for me, etc. Me: (no kids: what’d you do today? Her: Park, play group…. Ok, I’ve talked to parents. I don’t get it. What do stay at home moms do all day? Please no lists of library, grocery store, dry cleaners… I do all those things, too. I guess what I’m asking is: what is a typical day and why don’t moms have time for a call or e-mail? I work and am away from home nine hours a day (plus a few late work events); I manage to get it all done. I’m feeling like the kid is an excuse to relax and enjoy, but if so, why won’t my friend tell me the truth? Is this a contest (“my life is so much harder than yours”)? What’s the deal? I’ve got friends with and without kids and all of us child-free folks have the same questions? –Tacoma, Wash
Dear Tacoma: Relax and enjoy. You’re funny. Or, you’re lying about having friends with kids. Or you’re taking them at their word that they actually have kids, because you haven’t personally been in the same room with them. I keep wavering between giving you a straight answer and giving my forehead some keyboard. To claim you want to understand, while in the same breath implying that the only logical conclusions are that your mom-friends are either lying or competing with you is disingenuous indeed. So, because it’s validation you seem to want, the real answer is what you get. When you have young kids, your typical day is: constant attention, from getting them out of bed, fed, cleaned, dressed; to keeping them out of harm’s way; to answering their coos, cries and questions; to having two arms and carrying one kid, one set of car keys, and supplies for even the quickest trips, including the latest-to-be-declared-essential piece of molded plastic gear; to keeping them from unshelving books at the library; to enforcing rest times; to staying one step ahead of them lest they get too hungry, tired, or bored, any one of which produces checkout line screaming. It’s needing 45 minutes to do what takes others 15. It's constant vigilance, constant touch, constant use of your voice, constant relegation of your needs to the second tier. It’s constant scrutiny and second-guessing from family and friends. It’s resisting constant temptation to seek short-term expense. It’s doing all this while concurrently teaching virtually everything – language, manners, safety, resourcefulness, discipline, curiosity, creativity, empathy, everything. It’s also a choice, yes. And a joy. But if you spent all day, every day, with this brand of joy, and then, when you got your first 10 minutes to yourself, wanted to be alone with your thoughts instead of calling a good friend, a good friend wouldn’t judge you, complain about you or marvel how much more productively she uses her time. Either make a sincere effort to understand, or keep your snit to yourself.
TELL ME ABOUT IT
Why don’t friends with kids have time?
Dear Carolyn: Best friend has child. Her: exhausted, busy, no time for self, no time for me, etc. Me: (no kids: what’d you do today? Her: Park, play group…. Ok, I’ve talked to parents. I don’t get it. What do stay at home moms do all day? Please no lists of library, grocery store, dry cleaners… I do all those things, too. I guess what I’m asking is: what is a typical day and why don’t moms have time for a call or e-mail? I work and am away from home nine hours a day (plus a few late work events); I manage to get it all done. I’m feeling like the kid is an excuse to relax and enjoy, but if so, why won’t my friend tell me the truth? Is this a contest (“my life is so much harder than yours”)? What’s the deal? I’ve got friends with and without kids and all of us child-free folks have the same questions? –Tacoma, Wash
Dear Tacoma: Relax and enjoy. You’re funny. Or, you’re lying about having friends with kids. Or you’re taking them at their word that they actually have kids, because you haven’t personally been in the same room with them. I keep wavering between giving you a straight answer and giving my forehead some keyboard. To claim you want to understand, while in the same breath implying that the only logical conclusions are that your mom-friends are either lying or competing with you is disingenuous indeed. So, because it’s validation you seem to want, the real answer is what you get. When you have young kids, your typical day is: constant attention, from getting them out of bed, fed, cleaned, dressed; to keeping them out of harm’s way; to answering their coos, cries and questions; to having two arms and carrying one kid, one set of car keys, and supplies for even the quickest trips, including the latest-to-be-declared-essential piece of molded plastic gear; to keeping them from unshelving books at the library; to enforcing rest times; to staying one step ahead of them lest they get too hungry, tired, or bored, any one of which produces checkout line screaming. It’s needing 45 minutes to do what takes others 15. It's constant vigilance, constant touch, constant use of your voice, constant relegation of your needs to the second tier. It’s constant scrutiny and second-guessing from family and friends. It’s resisting constant temptation to seek short-term expense. It’s doing all this while concurrently teaching virtually everything – language, manners, safety, resourcefulness, discipline, curiosity, creativity, empathy, everything. It’s also a choice, yes. And a joy. But if you spent all day, every day, with this brand of joy, and then, when you got your first 10 minutes to yourself, wanted to be alone with your thoughts instead of calling a good friend, a good friend wouldn’t judge you, complain about you or marvel how much more productively she uses her time. Either make a sincere effort to understand, or keep your snit to yourself.
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