Fried

Over the weekend, Beanie felt the need to bathe my phone. Maybe it looked dirty to her. I should've taken a photo of it, but I was too shocked and rushed to save a phone that was probably not going to make it anyway and well, my phone is really what I use as a camera on a daily basis for things like this. It's fried. I didn't even have the heart to yell at her. She thought the phone was dirty. I mean really, what can you possibly do? So I took away the cup of water, dried up my phone in a bowl full of rice because I heard somewhere it soaks up the water that remains in the device, took a long deep sigh, sat down beside her and we ate yogurt with cheerios for breakfast. If I called you some time today, please understand that it's on voice control by itself so it turns on or calls whatever it thinks it's hearing. I get in about 3 text messages before it shuts off and reboots itself. Jen, I think it was something like 6am your time when I left you a voicemail of the TV talking in the background. I didn't know my phone was calling random people down my list. Whoops! I'd post up a photo, but I have nothing to retract any new photos from at the moment. This will just have to hold you over until my new phone comes in. Which by the way is supposed to be here tomorrow except noone will be here to sign for it. Cheers to all the toddler handlers out there! BIG. FAT. SIGH. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Ego vs Duty

I learned an important lesson this week. Doctors have a duty to address a patient's concern. Including complaints of children who are still non-verbal and the only thing you have to go on is an "ouch" that can mean a gazillion things. I took her to the ER on Saturday because it was a weekend and was so certain she had an ear infection. Oh no? Okay. We get sent home with Motrin at something like 6pm and most likely an eye roll from the attending resident and her pediatrician. 11pm rolls around and her fever spikes. Monday afternoon comes, she still has a fever and pediatrician sends me home with Motrin and Tylenol because you know, I couldn't pick it up from a drugstore myself. All my concerns are that of a first time, over zealous mom during flu season. Monday rolls into Wednesday. Her fever is not going away. I insist something is wrong. I insist with all things considered - my anal, perfectionist, over-zealous, borderline paranoid concern for my daughter - that I know something is not right. I am a first time mom, I am not experienced and the bean has never had an ear infection but I know my baby better than anyone else, and dammit, I would rather you prove me wrong and mock me than not check at all and throw my concerns into a pile of things to brush off. I searched and searched convinced I was not imagining this and finally found someone who not only confirmed my instincts, but in that time, my poor kid suffered all because doctors are won over by their experiences and their egos rather than hear out a mother's insistence that experience or none at all, she knows her baby best. Unfortunately, it turned out that my instincts were right so a small infection in one ear, not only spread to both ears but she had to be on much stronger antibiotics which can be quite upsetting to her tiny little stomach when all it would've taken was the proper initial diagnosis and a much gentler antibiotic could have resolved this nearly a week ago. So my inexperienced advice to moms (and dads) if you don't think your doctor is being careful enough or thorough enough and not addressing your concerns, go find someone who will and continue to ask questions because it's better to be the crazy mom who is wrong than the sane mom who does it all per doctor's orders only to realize doctors are wrong too. Not only because they're human, but also because sometimes their i-know-better-than-you-i-went-to-med-school egos won't allow them to admit an error. Proof? My bean's before and after pics.





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Big Girl

She becomes more and more a big girl from the baby she was, and is in some in between stage and I marvel over her changes, but still yearn for the baby in her at the same time.





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Turnip

Mommy's little helper. I guess it -her hair - does make her look a little like a turnip... At least you make a cute vegetable, baby.


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Happiest Sick Baby

Does she look at all sick?








She kills me with her cough. My poor baby... at least she's in good spirit. I think if she were just floppy and non-responsive because she wasn't feeling well, my heart would crack into a million pieces. - Posted using BlogPress

Counting Stones

It has become her favorite pastime. It doesn't matter if she finds them on the sidewalk, a park, underneath a random tree, anywhere really. If you have stones in front of your house or even in your house as decoration, and they're missing because we've been to visit, don't look at me...


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MM Mmm DEEE-lish

Now this is how you eat yogurt, folks





And this is how you wash it off


Just to clarify, for those crazy people who read and believe every word written on the Internet and go on full blown attacks because they lack common sense, these pictures were taken at different times, and no, I do not wash my kid in a washing machine. Just saying... - Posted using BlogPress

Oh Sweetness

Moments like these make my heart smile. We were sitting around eating a bowl of grapes. There was one remaining and of course, it's hers right? Let's face it, it's her birthday everyday. BUT - She takes a bite of it, splits it in half and feeds me the other half. She's a sharer. *Melts*. Yeah she's mine so I'm biased. Shut up.


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Got Diaper?

Yeah, I haven't doing much updating. Life got in the way. Speaking of which, I came out of the house with the munch poorly prepared. I had no diapers left. Of course, this is when she needs to poopies, right? I can't keep the poor kid sitting in her own doody so I take off her diaper, clean her up the best I can, and short of ideas, I made a makeshift diaper out of a maxi pad and a paper towel folded in half and some toilet paper so it won't rub against her skin while I frantically drive home pleading with her please not to pee pee in her pants. One of my many mommy history moments that I will never forget. Oh the journey.


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How Vain

So I turn around, she's playing with my phone and takes these pictures of herself. I have 11 of them. The same pictures. How she understands the reverse feature on my phone is what baffles me. That she knows the little button on the top turns the camera angle forward. This is the technology she will be growing up in....








So of course we had to take some more





I have never known a kid who loves taking pictures so much. Pictures OF HERSELF. She can sit all day looking at her own face and videos of herself all day. So-so-vain. Well, at least she's cute. To me anyway. - Posted using BlogPress