Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Accidents
Last night, I was watching the girls while Jenn went to Target. It was around 7:30 or so, getting close to bedtime, when one of the girls asked for a sippie. Now, I've been in this Daddy game long enough to know a stall tactic when I see one, but at the same time, who am I to deny a thirsty child a drink? So trying to strike a compromise, we went to big girl glasses.
Typically what we'll do is fill a couple of cups with two fingers of water, and break out the towels as they inevitably spill most of it down their shirts. Sure enough, they were a bit wound up, Kayla dribbled, and we put down a towel to clean it up.
It was at this point that Megan decided to just pour her drink on the floor, eliminating the middle man so to speak, and went running for a towel of her own. By now though the floor was quite soaked, and she took a spill, face first, right onto the kitchen floor.
It was traumatic of course, we had a good cry about it, had a bit of a red mark over her right eye, but not too long after she seemed to be doing relatively OK. We sat for a bit and watched some Dora, and after a half hour or so were getting really tired, so off to bed we went.
About an hour later I heard crying from their room, went in and found Megan awake and extremely fussy. We went back to the living room to sit and snuggle some more, and waited for Mommy to get home. Mommy was a little more successful in getting her calmed down, but not completely; still, we chalked it up to being over-tired and tried laying her down again.
Twenty minutes later, we heard an aborted cough, followed by crying, went to check and sure enough, she had thrown up in her crib. We got her cleaned up, called the on-call nurse, who told us that for concussions, their rule of thumb was two bouts of vomiting deserved a doctor visit, but since she was so fussy as well, the nurse would recommend bringing her in. Which became a moot point anyway when Megan threw up all over our bed as we were getting prepared to leave. We called Ruth over to watch Kayla (who had slept through the entire ordeal, including me changing the sheets on Megan's crib), and loaded up for Wesley.
We got there and got all checked in, nurse gave her an initial once-over, and as per usual in a hospital situation, we began The Long Wait. Somewhere north of 12:00 a resident finally showed up, looked Megan over, and gave us a diagnosis of a mild concussion. He told us a few symptoms to watch out for going forward, said that all she really needed was a lot of rest and to take it easy, and after another 45 minutes or so we finally got checked out. I think we ended up getting home around 1:30 or so, and Megan, Mommy, and Daddy all went to sleep without much fussing.
I stayed home with Megan for a nice, relaxing day today. Poor Jenn had to go struggle through a day of work on four hours sleep. Megan slept until 11ish, we made a run to Best Buy, came home, and Megan had another nice 3.5 hour afternoon nap. Definitely wore out more easily than normal today, but otherwise was quite happy and playful, every bit her normal self. We're going to keep her home tomorrow as well with Grandma Ruth, just to avoid a lot of excited play at daycare, and to make sure we don't take another tumble.
Typically what we'll do is fill a couple of cups with two fingers of water, and break out the towels as they inevitably spill most of it down their shirts. Sure enough, they were a bit wound up, Kayla dribbled, and we put down a towel to clean it up.
It was at this point that Megan decided to just pour her drink on the floor, eliminating the middle man so to speak, and went running for a towel of her own. By now though the floor was quite soaked, and she took a spill, face first, right onto the kitchen floor.
It was traumatic of course, we had a good cry about it, had a bit of a red mark over her right eye, but not too long after she seemed to be doing relatively OK. We sat for a bit and watched some Dora, and after a half hour or so were getting really tired, so off to bed we went.
About an hour later I heard crying from their room, went in and found Megan awake and extremely fussy. We went back to the living room to sit and snuggle some more, and waited for Mommy to get home. Mommy was a little more successful in getting her calmed down, but not completely; still, we chalked it up to being over-tired and tried laying her down again.
Twenty minutes later, we heard an aborted cough, followed by crying, went to check and sure enough, she had thrown up in her crib. We got her cleaned up, called the on-call nurse, who told us that for concussions, their rule of thumb was two bouts of vomiting deserved a doctor visit, but since she was so fussy as well, the nurse would recommend bringing her in. Which became a moot point anyway when Megan threw up all over our bed as we were getting prepared to leave. We called Ruth over to watch Kayla (who had slept through the entire ordeal, including me changing the sheets on Megan's crib), and loaded up for Wesley.
We got there and got all checked in, nurse gave her an initial once-over, and as per usual in a hospital situation, we began The Long Wait. Somewhere north of 12:00 a resident finally showed up, looked Megan over, and gave us a diagnosis of a mild concussion. He told us a few symptoms to watch out for going forward, said that all she really needed was a lot of rest and to take it easy, and after another 45 minutes or so we finally got checked out. I think we ended up getting home around 1:30 or so, and Megan, Mommy, and Daddy all went to sleep without much fussing.
I stayed home with Megan for a nice, relaxing day today. Poor Jenn had to go struggle through a day of work on four hours sleep. Megan slept until 11ish, we made a run to Best Buy, came home, and Megan had another nice 3.5 hour afternoon nap. Definitely wore out more easily than normal today, but otherwise was quite happy and playful, every bit her normal self. We're going to keep her home tomorrow as well with Grandma Ruth, just to avoid a lot of excited play at daycare, and to make sure we don't take another tumble.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Just a quick note
I finally got around to uploading some new videos up at the YouTube site, including the famous "Happy Birthday Baby Emma" one.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Valentine's Day Cookies
Back in February, Granny made Valentine's Day cookies for the girls. Cookies are a real treat, and the girls really enjoyed them!
I wish I had a picture of the cookies, as they were all decorated.
There was a large heart with Megan's name, and a large heart with Kayla's name.
Megan woke up from her nap before Kayla, so we had a little bit of time to ourselves.
She remembered the cookies, and while still waking up, munched on her personalized cookie.
These pictures emphasize her need of a haircut at the time...but it's okay, she's had one since these were taken.
Sometimes, she ate it right off the table.
A little drink, after nibbling all the way around the cookie.
Oh wait, this is My Little Pony here I found on the table.
Oh, Hi, Mommy -- I'm waking up! and you've got the camera! I'll smile now.
And I have My Little Pony AND a cookie!
Gallop, Gallop, Gallop
Can My little Pony share my cookie?
Well, maybe I'll eat it myself -- since it has my name on it. Yummy!!
And if Kayla doesn't wake up soon -- I might have to eat hers, too!
And if Kayla doesn't wake up soon -- I might have to eat hers, too!
Sunday, April 10, 2011
If You Give a Cat a Cupcake...
We have a book called, "If You Give a Cat a Cupcake".
This has nothing to do with that.
At least I don't think it does....
Kayla told me she was drawing a cat.
Megan told me she was drawing cupcakes.
I'm taking their word for it!
(Hey, two posts, one day...I'm on a roll!)
Lollipop Girls
Over the last couple weeks, I've had several opportunities to spend a lot of time with the girls outside the house. We get into our routines at home, and things aren't quite the same as they are when we're outside the house. I notice them growing up more. And I let them do different things.
For instance, They got their hair cut last weekend. I'm pretty much a mean mommy when it comes to candy. The girls don't get it from me. That's not to say they haven't had it at daycare parties, or from Granny or Grandma, and within reason -- that's okay. But it's not something I choose to give the girls at this time, and they aren't suffering for it.
So we get their hair cut, and before I realize what the stylist is talking about, she's gotten lollipops from a candy machine for the girls.
Well, I'm a mean mommy -- but I'm not mean enough to take candy out of their little hands in that situation! After all, I couldn't honestly claim I thought it might be poisoned, or that one might be allergic, or any other excuse.
So, the girls had their first lollipops. I'm fairly certain they were the first ones -- because they first called them "ice cream cones". I don't think they've had those yet -- although it's possible that they have and I don't know it....and don't want to, because I'm looking forward to giving them their first ice cream cones in the near future. But I digress.
Lollipops. Not just any lollipops, but Tootsie Pops. Big ones. BIG
ONES!
At least to the girls, and to mommy and grandma as we were
attempting to keep the lollipop stickiness from covering the girls, the
car seats, the clothes, and us. But boy, did they enjoy them!
We took them away so we could get dinner, and daddy and mommy gave them back to them at home. They didn't finish them -- we saved some for the next day.
And boy did we brush teeth that night!
For instance, They got their hair cut last weekend. I'm pretty much a mean mommy when it comes to candy. The girls don't get it from me. That's not to say they haven't had it at daycare parties, or from Granny or Grandma, and within reason -- that's okay. But it's not something I choose to give the girls at this time, and they aren't suffering for it.
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
A-B-C's
As most of you already know, the weather this "spring" has been quite up and down, as Old Man Winter has put up more of a fight this year for whatever reason. So to, has the Vogts household. It seems like we're on about Month 3 of some immortal cold. The girls haven't suffered nearly as much as mommy and daddy, but we've all taken our turn. I am debating the wisdom of surrounding the four corners of the house with perpetually burning fires as proof against further disease.
Still, spirits rise along with the temperature, as we find ourselves at the two-and-a-half year marker. Aside from bouts of colds, the girls have been doing fabulously, and in fact last night brought their continued development into focus.
I needed to mow the lawn after I got home from work, so Ruth came over and watch the girls until Jenn got home. After this was done, Ruth stayed on a bit to go over some tax stuff with Jenn, while I watched the girls. Earlier they had discovered an ABC puzzle, tucked away by the television, and desperately wanted to partake. So we opened it up, and (at least I'd like to think) learned some ABC's. How much learning actually took place I'm not qualified to say, perhaps it was all in one ear and out the other. But they at least can mimic back the letter when told what it was, and could recognize most of the pictures on the puzzle when told what the letter stood for.
Once again, you tend to lose sight of the forest for the trees, unless you purposefully stop and take inventory of what's going on around you. Kayla and Megan regularly have conversations between themselves, that a third party can understand as well. They can easily undress themselves (as we sometimes find out if we put them to bed or down for a nap too early), and can do a half-decent job of getting at least their pants on sometimes as well. They'll interact with TV a lot more, tell Dora which way she needs to go in the maze, or recognize when a character is sad, happy, or silly. We generally have an opinion on what clothes are acceptable when dressing in the morning, unless Daddy is in a hurry and forces the issue.
We also greatly anticipated the birthday of Cousin Jordan recently. Mommy took the girls shopping at Toys R Us for some Lego sets. Cake and ice cream was the favorite topic of conversation the rest of that week. Had a great time at Tommy and Charlene's, tearing around the basement, and actually doing a pretty decent job of keeping up with Jalen, believe it or not.
Potty training continues with sporadic results as well. We had Great Success! the other day, both girls going big girl potty Sunday night before bed, as well as the next morning after we woke up. Since then, however? Eh, not so much. The process continues.
Still, spirits rise along with the temperature, as we find ourselves at the two-and-a-half year marker. Aside from bouts of colds, the girls have been doing fabulously, and in fact last night brought their continued development into focus.
I needed to mow the lawn after I got home from work, so Ruth came over and watch the girls until Jenn got home. After this was done, Ruth stayed on a bit to go over some tax stuff with Jenn, while I watched the girls. Earlier they had discovered an ABC puzzle, tucked away by the television, and desperately wanted to partake. So we opened it up, and (at least I'd like to think) learned some ABC's. How much learning actually took place I'm not qualified to say, perhaps it was all in one ear and out the other. But they at least can mimic back the letter when told what it was, and could recognize most of the pictures on the puzzle when told what the letter stood for.
Once again, you tend to lose sight of the forest for the trees, unless you purposefully stop and take inventory of what's going on around you. Kayla and Megan regularly have conversations between themselves, that a third party can understand as well. They can easily undress themselves (as we sometimes find out if we put them to bed or down for a nap too early), and can do a half-decent job of getting at least their pants on sometimes as well. They'll interact with TV a lot more, tell Dora which way she needs to go in the maze, or recognize when a character is sad, happy, or silly. We generally have an opinion on what clothes are acceptable when dressing in the morning, unless Daddy is in a hurry and forces the issue.
We also greatly anticipated the birthday of Cousin Jordan recently. Mommy took the girls shopping at Toys R Us for some Lego sets. Cake and ice cream was the favorite topic of conversation the rest of that week. Had a great time at Tommy and Charlene's, tearing around the basement, and actually doing a pretty decent job of keeping up with Jalen, believe it or not.
Potty training continues with sporadic results as well. We had Great Success! the other day, both girls going big girl potty Sunday night before bed, as well as the next morning after we woke up. Since then, however? Eh, not so much. The process continues.
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