Tasha Lost her first tooth.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
11-12 Months
At 11 months Ty was ONLY 17 lbs 20 oz. We are hoping to hear good new about a significant weight gain at his next well check visit in a couple of weeks. He is FINALLY taking a bottle. Over the Christmas break I recruited Rob to put him down for naps and bedtime with a bottle. He didn't get any other option. It was the bottle or nothing. Mommy finally won!!! He is now drinking about 2-3 bottles a day instead of just a few ounces (which was usually from mommy).
Now that I am done breastfeeding I no longer have a chest. (Frowny face) I will no longer be able to fill out a bathing suit this summer. Depressing! OK...on with other news...One more note about the bottle. He can actually hold the bottle but.........gets lazy and has me hold it for him.
At 11.5 months Ty decided he wanted nothing to do with baby food anymore. He is all about REAL food!!! He must be an Anderson since he is a bagel boy. (our kids don't eat sandwiches, just bagels) He is actually willing to try new foods. It's nice to have at least one child who is willing to try mommy's meals.
For Christmas Ty got his 2 front teeth. He worked on them most of December. While pushing two teeth through he got his first ear infection. He was pretty miserable (Not to mention everyone else except daddy who ended up sick for a couple of weeks).
During the last couple of weeks I have finally been able to get Ty to take 2 naps most days. It only took me a year. He is one determined kid, but I am also one determined mommy. Hopefully he realizes sleep is GOOD (at least I feel that way, maybe we could swap places. I would gladly take a nap in his place). Instead of 4 a.m. wake up calls he is now up at 5:00 a.m. It is still EARLY but better than 4:00.
Ty is standing up by himself for several seconds at a time. He continues to take a few steps while holding on to furniture.
He always shakes his head no as if he actually know what it means.
He says Wow, wow, wow, wow, etc. He makes the indian sound while patting his mouth with his hand.
He is a BINKI boy. He LOVES his binkis. He holds on to one for safe keeping just in case he looses one. We make sure he has a couple binkis in his bed for naps and bedtime. They are his security blanket. I think we need to start hiding them during the day. He finds them too easily and then its hard to take them away. It has also become too convient for mommy to use.
Ty is a Daddy's boy. He crys when he leaves. He's excited to see him when he comes home. When daddy's home he never likes to leave his side. Who could blame him. Daddy is pretty COOL!
So this is what chocolate tastes like. YUMMY!!
Now that I am done breastfeeding I no longer have a chest. (Frowny face) I will no longer be able to fill out a bathing suit this summer. Depressing! OK...on with other news...One more note about the bottle. He can actually hold the bottle but.........gets lazy and has me hold it for him.
At 11.5 months Ty decided he wanted nothing to do with baby food anymore. He is all about REAL food!!! He must be an Anderson since he is a bagel boy. (our kids don't eat sandwiches, just bagels) He is actually willing to try new foods. It's nice to have at least one child who is willing to try mommy's meals.
For Christmas Ty got his 2 front teeth. He worked on them most of December. While pushing two teeth through he got his first ear infection. He was pretty miserable (Not to mention everyone else except daddy who ended up sick for a couple of weeks).
During the last couple of weeks I have finally been able to get Ty to take 2 naps most days. It only took me a year. He is one determined kid, but I am also one determined mommy. Hopefully he realizes sleep is GOOD (at least I feel that way, maybe we could swap places. I would gladly take a nap in his place). Instead of 4 a.m. wake up calls he is now up at 5:00 a.m. It is still EARLY but better than 4:00.
Ty is standing up by himself for several seconds at a time. He continues to take a few steps while holding on to furniture.
He always shakes his head no as if he actually know what it means.
He says Wow, wow, wow, wow, etc. He makes the indian sound while patting his mouth with his hand.
He is a BINKI boy. He LOVES his binkis. He holds on to one for safe keeping just in case he looses one. We make sure he has a couple binkis in his bed for naps and bedtime. They are his security blanket. I think we need to start hiding them during the day. He finds them too easily and then its hard to take them away. It has also become too convient for mommy to use.
Ty is a Daddy's boy. He crys when he leaves. He's excited to see him when he comes home. When daddy's home he never likes to leave his side. Who could blame him. Daddy is pretty COOL!
What Fun!
Birthday Boy
So this is what chocolate tastes like. YUMMY!!Saturday, January 3, 2009
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Twice the fun!
Rob here.
How can you tell how much fun you had over Christmas time?
Obviously, its by the number of trips to the emergency room. You already heard of one great trip to the ER, but it didn't stop there. Oh no, we had twice the fun this year.
So on Friday night we thought all was going smoothly. Tasha was feeling a lot better and we all settled in for some toys and good food. In my case, apparently too much good food.
We normally read the kids some stories before bedtime and then send them off to bed. I had been carrying Ty around all day, he just can't seem to leave my side when I am home, so my back was kind of sore. As I lay on the floor trying to stretch things out, I started having the worst cramps in my stomach that I had ever had. I thought about calling for an epidural or maybe a c-section, but I didn't think that would do the trick. Steph finished with the stories and got the kids in bed and came back to find me on the floor, ready to die. She talked to Angie, our great neighbor downstairs, who came up to stay with the kids.
So off we were for round 2 of the ER. I kept thinking how this better be something good, like an alien in my stomach ready to come out, or I would be totally bummed about a second trip. With the cramps in my stomach and the aching back, I just couldn't find a comfortable position. And it seemed like everything was taking way too long. You would never believe that a stop light in Greenwich can be red for 3 and a half hours, but it sure felt like it that night. Even when we got to the ER it seemed like everyone was conspiring against me to prolong my pain. The family in line in front of us was there with teenager with a runny nose and a sore throat. I could see on the monitor that the other patients ahead of us were all there for some pretty minor complaints. However, in my state that night, I would have said I was in worse shape than someone with a case of flesh eating bacteria. I'm sure they all had very valid reasons for being there, but I didn't care.
When they finally took me in there were no beds, apparently a lot of people were having a really fun Christmas. The found a cot for me in the hallway and started a IV. What a magical thing! The must have put the happy juice in there, because as soon as it started to flow I felt much better. No pain killers, no antibiotics, no drugs of any kind. Just regular saline IV fluid. (I need to get one of those for the house.)
I took down two bags and felt 100% better. The doctor couldn't find anything else wrong with the blood work so he drew straws and called it viral gastroenteritis, which I guess is the medical term for "stop being such a baby."
So as proof that we had at least twice as much fun as any other family out there, here is my pose with a band aid and a hospital band, to match Tasha's.
How can you tell how much fun you had over Christmas time?
Obviously, its by the number of trips to the emergency room. You already heard of one great trip to the ER, but it didn't stop there. Oh no, we had twice the fun this year.
So on Friday night we thought all was going smoothly. Tasha was feeling a lot better and we all settled in for some toys and good food. In my case, apparently too much good food.
We normally read the kids some stories before bedtime and then send them off to bed. I had been carrying Ty around all day, he just can't seem to leave my side when I am home, so my back was kind of sore. As I lay on the floor trying to stretch things out, I started having the worst cramps in my stomach that I had ever had. I thought about calling for an epidural or maybe a c-section, but I didn't think that would do the trick. Steph finished with the stories and got the kids in bed and came back to find me on the floor, ready to die. She talked to Angie, our great neighbor downstairs, who came up to stay with the kids.
So off we were for round 2 of the ER. I kept thinking how this better be something good, like an alien in my stomach ready to come out, or I would be totally bummed about a second trip. With the cramps in my stomach and the aching back, I just couldn't find a comfortable position. And it seemed like everything was taking way too long. You would never believe that a stop light in Greenwich can be red for 3 and a half hours, but it sure felt like it that night. Even when we got to the ER it seemed like everyone was conspiring against me to prolong my pain. The family in line in front of us was there with teenager with a runny nose and a sore throat. I could see on the monitor that the other patients ahead of us were all there for some pretty minor complaints. However, in my state that night, I would have said I was in worse shape than someone with a case of flesh eating bacteria. I'm sure they all had very valid reasons for being there, but I didn't care.
When they finally took me in there were no beds, apparently a lot of people were having a really fun Christmas. The found a cot for me in the hallway and started a IV. What a magical thing! The must have put the happy juice in there, because as soon as it started to flow I felt much better. No pain killers, no antibiotics, no drugs of any kind. Just regular saline IV fluid. (I need to get one of those for the house.)
I took down two bags and felt 100% better. The doctor couldn't find anything else wrong with the blood work so he drew straws and called it viral gastroenteritis, which I guess is the medical term for "stop being such a baby."
So as proof that we had at least twice as much fun as any other family out there, here is my pose with a band aid and a hospital band, to match Tasha's.
Christmas 2008/Trip to ER
It started out as a typical Christmas morning. The kids were up early and ready to go. Daddy passed out the presents and the fun began.
Ty had no problem figuring out what Christmas was all about.
Ty was all about bath toys and toys he would grow into.
Garrett was all about Thomas and action figures.
Tasha was all about Barbie.
Then things turned for the worse. Tasha had mentioned that her side hurt earlier that morning but we didn't think much of it until she mentioned it again while we were opening gifts. We thought maybe she needed to go to the bathroom but she had a hard time walking to the bathroom and when she didn't come back I found her hunched over on the bathroom floor in tears. We spent some time on the computer looking up different things afraid it might be appendicitis. The pain was on the left side and the middle instead of the right. Since she was in so much pain and we were unsure if we should wait this out just in case these symptoms were something of a serious nature Rob took her to the emergency room. They took an X-ray and then hooked her up to an IV since she was dehydrated. Tasha was so brave. She didn't even flinch. It took all the energy she had so that once the IV was in, she threw up. After all was said and done, the pain was caused by none other than a big ball of POOP! Yes POOP! So after the IV was finished they headed home and we enjoyed the rest of the day as a family.
Battle wound
Part 2 of opening presents began....
MONEY! MONEY! MONEY!
The kids made sure we didn't have any trouble opening our gifts.
New toys kept the kids busy all day.
The gingerbread house gets demolished on Christmas Day. (This year however it happened a day late) Ty couldn't stop laughing. Too bad I didn't think about the camcorder until all was said and done.
A few pounds with the fist....
... and everyone started to feast on the house.
What was the best part of your day? When Tasha was asked this question her reply was, "My trip to the hospital." It sure didn't dampen her holiday spirit.
Christmas Eve
This Christmas Eve we had the opportunity to have the missionaries over for dinner. What a special treat. My thoughts reverted back to my mission. I was always grateful to those members who shared their holidays with us.
Other than having the missionaries over it was our traditional Christmas Eve. Dinner is always simple and consists of finger foods. Rob always shares the Christmas story. We each had the opportunity to hold the baby Jesus from our nativity set and share our thoughts and feelings about our Savior.
Christmas Eve wouldn't be complete without opening at least one gift. Here are some pictures from that scene.
It's BYU attire. GO COUGARS!!
Ty discovered what a present is.
I actually get to rip the paper and mom and dad don't get mad at me.
Peek - a - boo!
Garrett trying to open his present the hard way.
Batman lives!
Tasha's up. What will she get?
Could it be another pair of pajamas? IT IS and not just any pair of pajamas...High School Musical pajamas.
Other than having the missionaries over it was our traditional Christmas Eve. Dinner is always simple and consists of finger foods. Rob always shares the Christmas story. We each had the opportunity to hold the baby Jesus from our nativity set and share our thoughts and feelings about our Savior.
Christmas Eve wouldn't be complete without opening at least one gift. Here are some pictures from that scene.
It's BYU attire. GO COUGARS!!
Ty discovered what a present is.
I actually get to rip the paper and mom and dad don't get mad at me.
Peek - a - boo!
Garrett trying to open his present the hard way.
Batman lives!
Tasha's up. What will she get?
Could it be another pair of pajamas? IT IS and not just any pair of pajamas...High School Musical pajamas.
Sweet Dreams!
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