I think it's funny that she actually reacts to my question, "Where's your socks?" by looking down like, "Gee, I don't know?!"
I showed up for Rachel's six month appointment at 11 a.m. today only to be told that the appointment is tomorrow at 11 a.m.
Now, I have an appointment at 11 tomorrow, which was scheduled after my first OB followup appointment so I know that it has been in my planner forever.
Why would I schedule Rachel's appointment for that day? So, I say to the receptionist, "Well, how are we going to fix this?" And, she says, "I don't know. I wasn't the one who showed up on the wrong day." EXCUSE ME?
Then, I think she caught herself. "Let's look at the schedule and see when we can reschedule you for." Yeah, do you think?
So, we begin looking at dates and every day or time she gave I couldn't do. And, then, like icing on a cake she peers over her reading glasses and says sternly, "You're going to have to work with me to get this scheduled." What exactly does one say to that?
"Really? Because up until this point, I've been trying to see how long until you snap. Looks like I've done it. Now, let's get down to business."
Now, I have an appointment at 11 tomorrow, which was scheduled after my first OB followup appointment so I know that it has been in my planner forever.
Why would I schedule Rachel's appointment for that day? So, I say to the receptionist, "Well, how are we going to fix this?" And, she says, "I don't know. I wasn't the one who showed up on the wrong day." EXCUSE ME?
Then, I think she caught herself. "Let's look at the schedule and see when we can reschedule you for." Yeah, do you think?
So, we begin looking at dates and every day or time she gave I couldn't do. And, then, like icing on a cake she peers over her reading glasses and says sternly, "You're going to have to work with me to get this scheduled." What exactly does one say to that?
"Really? Because up until this point, I've been trying to see how long until you snap. Looks like I've done it. Now, let's get down to business."
Rachel is a rather pleasant baby but her over-the-top reaction to strangers (and, funny enough, her dad) is just too much.
Every time, she'll look away and bury her head in my shoulder and then quickly look back like "Oh, you're too much. But, really please do more". It's sad, but I think she's a prima donna already!
See for yourself...
Every time, she'll look away and bury her head in my shoulder and then quickly look back like "Oh, you're too much. But, really please do more". It's sad, but I think she's a prima donna already!
See for yourself...
The picture to the right is macaronni, tomato and beef dinner. Delicious! *Warning: Once consumed, Macaronni, Tomato and Beef Dinner will cause anything coming out of your baby to smell just like the contents of the jar of baby food* PS: The smell is not exactly what you would call pleasing...
Here's our view from the dining room. Gotta love all the pollution in the air around here that causes all the colors :)
Well, sort of words. She is saying "da" and "ba" and what sounds a whole heck of a lot like "hi". All in one day. She slept in today. That must have done it!
Ethan asked his dad if he had a license for firearms. So, his dad answers. And, my sweet little Ethan responds, "Well that's good because I need a license to carry these guns" as he pulls his sleeves up to expose his "guns".
He will not be spending any more time "hangin" with the varsity football team.
He will not be spending any more time "hangin" with the varsity football team.
Ahhheeee. Agggeeee. Ahhhgh.
Yes, the words of a 6-month old. She talks non-stop to anyone and anything. Usually flailing her arms and legs and screaming between "words".
I read online today that a 6-month old should be able to have noticable words "da", "ma", "ga". Though she doesn't do that quite yet, it's coming. Endless babble flows, mostly with her hand wedged inside her mouth.
Still no teeth yet. They are also coming.
She's getting up on her knees but usually has her head down. Or she's on her hands but butt is down. Ahh, the complicated combination that will open the door to mobility (and the rooms we've been keeping her out of).
It happens so fast. I half expect her to walk into the room one day with a "Hey, mom".
Someone once told me that we spend the first year telling them to stand up, walk and talk and we spend the rest of their lives telling them to sit down and shut up.
Profound, I do think.
Yes, the words of a 6-month old. She talks non-stop to anyone and anything. Usually flailing her arms and legs and screaming between "words".
I read online today that a 6-month old should be able to have noticable words "da", "ma", "ga". Though she doesn't do that quite yet, it's coming. Endless babble flows, mostly with her hand wedged inside her mouth.
Still no teeth yet. They are also coming.
She's getting up on her knees but usually has her head down. Or she's on her hands but butt is down. Ahh, the complicated combination that will open the door to mobility (and the rooms we've been keeping her out of).
It happens so fast. I half expect her to walk into the room one day with a "Hey, mom".
Someone once told me that we spend the first year telling them to stand up, walk and talk and we spend the rest of their lives telling them to sit down and shut up.
Profound, I do think.
Being in the first grade, Ethan has started taking tests...spelling tests, social studies tests, reading tests and math tests. So, when he came home talking about a math test on Wednesday, we thought nothing of it. But, when he came home on Wednesday and said that he didn't take the test with the rest of the class, I didn't know what to make of it. He said that he and another little boy had to do worksheets while the rest of the class took the test.
What does this mean I thought? Of course the mom in me automatically starts thinking, oooo he's advanced and they didn't make him take the test because he's so smart. Yes, we all think those things.
BUt then, the pessimist in me starts wondering if maybe the teacher didn't think he was able to complete the test. (Which, in reality, I knew wasn't true considering he's doing multiplication and division already). But, I e-mailed the teacher. E-mail is a wonderful thing...no worries about sounding this way or not sounding the right way. It also comes off as nonchalant.
What was the reason, you ask? The class takes a pretest on Monday, if the student scores perfect, they don't have to take the end of the week test, instead they work on more challenging assignments. So, for this time at least, the mom in me gets to be right! He is doing well! As if we had any doubts :)
What does this mean I thought? Of course the mom in me automatically starts thinking, oooo he's advanced and they didn't make him take the test because he's so smart. Yes, we all think those things.
BUt then, the pessimist in me starts wondering if maybe the teacher didn't think he was able to complete the test. (Which, in reality, I knew wasn't true considering he's doing multiplication and division already). But, I e-mailed the teacher. E-mail is a wonderful thing...no worries about sounding this way or not sounding the right way. It also comes off as nonchalant.
What was the reason, you ask? The class takes a pretest on Monday, if the student scores perfect, they don't have to take the end of the week test, instead they work on more challenging assignments. So, for this time at least, the mom in me gets to be right! He is doing well! As if we had any doubts :)
This morning I told Ethan I was going to take him to school. We live about 2 minutes from the school, he's the last picked up and really, if I take him, we leave about the same time the bus comes; so it's really a horse a piece just to take him but he LOVES to ride the school bus.
Anyway, I told Ethan to get his bookbag and lunchbox in the car while I ran up to get Rachel's pacifier. I came down, picked up Rachel and her "stuff" and went outside to put her in the car. Ethan was no where to be found. I yelled for him because sometimes he likes to play hide-and-seek but nothing. I ran through the house and couldn't find him.
THANK GOD that my SIL works for the school district driving a bus. I called her cell knowing that she would already be at the school delivering her kids (you can't answer when you're driving) and asked her to ask Ethan's bus driver if he got on the bus.
And, sure enough, the little stinker got on the school bus.
I ask him about it when he got home.
"I panicked, Mom" was his response.
Poor kid ;)
Anyway, I told Ethan to get his bookbag and lunchbox in the car while I ran up to get Rachel's pacifier. I came down, picked up Rachel and her "stuff" and went outside to put her in the car. Ethan was no where to be found. I yelled for him because sometimes he likes to play hide-and-seek but nothing. I ran through the house and couldn't find him.
THANK GOD that my SIL works for the school district driving a bus. I called her cell knowing that she would already be at the school delivering her kids (you can't answer when you're driving) and asked her to ask Ethan's bus driver if he got on the bus.
And, sure enough, the little stinker got on the school bus.
I ask him about it when he got home.
"I panicked, Mom" was his response.
Poor kid ;)
