Monday, September 28, 2009

Happy Birthday Balloon

Aurora had such a terrible time at the doctor on Friday that I thought I would buy her a balloon on Sunday. I rarely buy her toys because she has the run of all of Arlo's toys, and she has a whole corner of the living room full of toys at my parents' house, and I don't want her to become a materialistic greedy gus. (See how I am? And generous, too- wow, a whole balloon! Don't overspend there, Mama.)

Every time Aurora woke up on Friday night, she cried. Cry, flail, don't hold me, kick, keep crying. Cry cry cry. Saturday morning she had fun at a puppet show with Gary and Arlo and but was tired and needy when she came home, and Saturday night she was very well-behaved at a big family dinner at the Ringside until she melted down into a crying, kicking mess.

Sunday she and I walked up to Mall 205 and after stopping for coffee, walked to the dollar tree. So many fun things! Halloween galore, early Christmas, and lots of bobbing helium balloons. I chose the most interesting, brightly colored balloon, and she was so happy about it she hugged and kissed it.

She took it to daycare this morning and even though she was sad when I left, Sarah's cat chewing on the balloon's ribbon made her laugh.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Doctor Time!

Smacky's first doctor appointment for shots, the day I thought would live forever in my brain, was replaced today by her 12-month appointment (2 months late).

Today Aurora took one look at the scale (just the scale, mind you) at the doctor's office and started crying.

That was nothing compared to being held down by Gary and poked three times by that awful nurse (I think she's fabulous, personally, but she doesn't sit on my legs and jab me with needles). Then we went to the lab where the phlebotomist couldn't find Aurora's vein and wiggled the needle around and around in Aurora's little arm until she gave up. Gary held her on his lap and I had to hold her arm straight while Aurora cried and struggled. She even had to spit out her bite of granola bar so she wouldn't choke, and ended up throwing up from crying so hard. (Aurora, not the phlebotomist.)

Poor thing!
Here is a photo of her before the immunizations, learning all about the otoscope from Dr Susie.
By the way, she was getting her blood drawn for a lead test since we live in an old house. That's all.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Sleep, My Pretty, Sleep

We finally have a consistent bedtime ritual, Smacky and I.

We have always tried to bathe every day or two (or three), and then we lie in bed for a bit and do some reading (I give Smacky a bottle so she has to relax instead of frolic).

Then I either put her in her crib, where she cries and cries until I put her in the bed, or I leave her in the bed where she plays and plays until I put her in the crib (where she cries until I put her BACK in the bed), or until she falls asleep on her own.

Tedious? Yes. Confusing for Smacky? Probably.

I did have her sleeping in her crib all night in May (with a minimum of crying), but now we're in a different sort of rhythm due to the disruption of Teething. (For the record, y'all, Aurora has five teeth- two on top and three on the bottom. Aw yeah.) At least this way ends in sleep for everyone.

Here is Aurora, sacked out last month. She worms all over the bed in her sleep and this night she ended up with her bottom on her pillow.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Who Loves the Park?

Aurora is just about to tip over here in this shot Gary got on Saturday.

Don't fall down, little baby.

Her hand-me-down Ecco shoes carry her over hill and dale, through the house and up and down the stairs (with help, of course).

She is especially helpful in the kitchen, rearranging the drawers and cupboards. She has watched a little too much Hell's Kitchen since, though, and is very yelly when we're cooking. What a perfectionist! We can never juilliene the carrots at the right angle and she always has to remind us to cover the pots when we're boiling water.

Poor Smacky. A baby's work is never done.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Walk, Walk, Walk

Gary took Aurora to the clackamas library this weekend.

She's unstoppable now that she's such a good walker.

Plus, she makes friends everywhere!

What a clever baby.

Saturday, September 12, 2009


Aurora and I awoke early on Saturday and I decided to get out of the house for a bit to let Gary sleep in.

Last weekend, Aurora and I went to coffee and then shopped at the dollar tree, but this weekend we went to the park after stopping for coffee.

Oh, the delights of the park! There was only one other baby there, and no dangerously oblivious big kids, so Aurora went down the slide several times (by herself, even!), she had a nice swing on the baby swing, we chatted with Marcus (the other baby) and his dad, and we went on the merry-go-round. Here she is, standing on the stopped merry-go-round. She almost fell off it when we first started, and she did bonk her head on the rail, but she had a very nice time and if Mommy hadn't started getting dizzy, would have loved to spend more than 2 minutes spinning.