Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Lynnea has now spent as many days at home during her life as she has in the hospital -- 162 each. Now, if we're lucky, we won't have any more long hospital stays before her birthday, and then she'll be able to say that she spent more time at home during her first year than in the hospital. I'm optimistic about it.
This week Lynnea decided that she loves to play peek-a-boo, and other assorted made-up baby games that involve people copying things that she does (like clapping, and shaking her head back and forth). She has also decided that nap time is a complete waste of her time, so she avoids it whenever possible. Tooth number four showed itself on Wednesday -- she now has three on the bottom, and one on the top (if we could only convince her that these new sharp objects that have invaded her mouth are good for chewing food, life would be great). We expect another tooth or two soon.
I had an interesting conversation with Ashlyn yesterday about doctors and nurses. She was pretending to be a nurse, so I asked her, "what do nurses do?" She replied, "They listen to people with a stethoscope, and they weigh people on a scale." So, then I asked, "What do doctors do?" She answered, "They listen to people with a stethoscope." I asked, "Do doctors help people get better?" Ashlyn answered, "No, they just talk a lot." That made me laugh pretty hard. Then I had to ask, "Do nurses help people?" Ashlyn replied, "No, they just like to poke people with sharp sticks." Apparently Ashlyn still harbors ill feelings towards the nurse that immunized her at her last doctor's visit.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
We've also taken advantage of this time at home to transition Ashlyn to a "big girl" bed -- we converted her crib into a daybed. She sleeps OK in it most of the time, except when she falls out and lands on the floor with a nice "thud." It's kind of funny because about half of the time she doesn't even wake up, she just crawls back in bed like nothing happened. (I know this because I've been in the room taking care of Lynnea when she's done this, and it's really hard not to laugh at her.) We're just really glad that it's not a very far fall from her bed to the floor.