What kid is good with shots? I challenge you to name one. But Vivian has never been terrible with shots. Most of the time she’s more angry than sad, and the only tears we’ve seen was with her most recent set of shots at her 1 year checkup.
It was at that checkup that our lovely family practitioner, Dr. B, advised that we have Vivian’s blood levels tested for lead. (Our house was built in 1890…. so… yeah). I don’t know if it is my own avoidance of blood work, but I completely blocked that task out. It was only until I received prental bloodwork last week did I realize Vivian was due for her own. (I actually had a discussion with the phlebotomist* about WHY IN THE WORLD LITTLE KIDS NEED BLOODWORK – other than if they were seriously ill. She told me to test for lead, and a light went off. But I digress)
So today I was cleaning out my wallet and found the prescription burried in a small compartment. Knowing her 15 month visit is coming up in a few weeks, and that the Man had a flexible schedule today, I quickly made the latest appointment they had, and headed over. Less time to dread it, right?
I wasn’t sure what to expect – some coworkers thought it was a true blood draw, others thought it might be a prick. and the internet wasn’t clear (surprise!).
Vivian was in a SUPER mood today. Happy, laughing, playing. When she was up, I was asked to sit in the chair with her on my lap. I was instructed to “bear hug” her, while another nurse would hold down her arm. So true blood draw it is…. As soon as they put that rubber tuniquette on her upper arm, she started to panic. But when they put the needle in, oh Lord, did she cry. and not a mad scream, but true sad horrible tears and sobs. I was trying to talk to her and calm her down, but I know that was more for my sake than for hers.
It was over in less than a minute (the longest minute EVER), and for a good 15 minutes afterwards, she was holding her arm out to the side to remind us the horrors we subjected her to. I swear, she would calm down for a second, and then look back at the gauze taped on her arm, and start crying all over again.
Thankfully, the labratory was near a TCBY, so we grabbed some frozen yogurt as a treat. A little vanilla yogurt, blueberries, butterfinger and hot fudge DID THE TRICK. she was bouncing and happy in now time.
I’m told this didn’t last the rest of the afternoon during her and The Man’s shopping trip. But at least those big fat tears and that deep sobbing was left behind.
* I had to look that word up. Otherwise it would have been “the lady who ever so gently draws my blood)
Hot Diggity Dog!
How many times have you heard someone to remind you to back up your files? seriously? how many?
I have a lovely external hard drive that has EVERYTHING on it. But most importantly, my pictures. Fifteen years of pictures. I won’t even go into the details of how many times I thought “hmmm, I should really back up these files…” and then didn’t.
Well, last week, I went to transfer files from Vivian’s party, birthday, and Meredith’s Baby shower. and The hard drive kept connecting and disconnecting. So I thought, wow, this is the TIME.
Later that night, I plugged the hard drive in again to transfer all of my files. and NOTHING.
Commence full on panic. I tried every USB port on my computer. I tried it on every computer conceivably available to me. nothing. I posted a panicked request on facebook, and after several few desperate moments, my salvation came!
Andrew used to live with my BFF Jess and her hubby Gavin. He’s always been computer savvy (aren’t all former apple store employees?), and miraculously had some kind of port to get my files. I could try to explain, but I’ll just go with magic. After two hours of wishing and hoping and praying and dreaming, SUCCESS! he was able to recover all of my files. I am now in possession with a new external hard drive with ALL of my files in tact.
I am also currently backing up my desktop and the external hard drive. Lesson learned.
So now that Vivian is one, my diet and exercise philosophy has changed. I still have 10 pesky pounds to lose, and I can’t really rely on breastfeeding to help me along the way.
My main body gripe is the complete shift of everything. I’ve always had a little belly, but it wasn’t overwhelming and was easily hidden. Before I was pregnant, my pants were either too loose in the waist but fit in the hips/thighs, or fit in the waist and were WAY too tight in the hips/thighs. Now, I have the opposite problem. I have a serious belly pooch, which no amount of sucking in will eliminate. So if I want pants that fit in the legs, then I’m dealing with a serious amount of muffin top. Not attractive, but more importantly, not comfortable. I wear dresses most work days so I don’t feel like my pants are going to cut me in half. On the days where a suit is absolutely necessary, I look like this
I’ve been doing some yoga and jogging intermittently, but let’s face it: I’m not the biggest fan of exercise.
First, I have signed up for Color Me Rad on September 21st. Which means I probably should start running in some way. If you’ve never heard of it (what, do you live under a rock?), it’s a 5K where bursts of colored cornstarch explode periodically on the run. Leaving you covered in color and fun and happiness! If you/’re in the area, consider joining my team Bring on the Pain(t)! — I promise that I will be slower than you.
Second, I have begun a 30 day ab challenge I found on Pinterest.
It’s really sad how out of shape my abs were when I began, but I’m already seeing a huge difference in my strength! I’m on day 8 (40 sit ups, 20 crunches, 20 leg raises, 30 sec plank), and it was a lot easier than the first day of just 15 sit ups, 5 crunches, 5 leg raises, and 10 sec plank!
If I don’t collapse on the floor/street from the shock my body will surely endure from all of this exercise (HA), I’ll let you know how it goes. Who knows, maybe I’ll attempt the 30 day squat challenge next month…
Viv’s 10th month was truly amazing.
She crawls like a champ, pulls herself up, walks around using furniture and our hands. She is in love with Luke and Lacey and pets them any chance she can. And now, her “pets” are actually strokes of love rather than the loving hitting she used to do.
She started using words this month (her first word was DOG), and has begun experimenting with new foods. This month, she had chicken, salmon, turkey, white potatoes, yogurt, cheese, and I’m sure a lot more things I can’t think of. She has not met a food she doesn’t like. We started letting her have small snacks, like dried yogurt and baby cheerios.
We also gave in and switched on Disney Junior. We try to limit it to the morning when she is in her bouncer and we’re getting ready. She loves her some Mickey Mouse Club and Choo-Choo Soul (with GENEVIEVE!) My heart actually stops working when I hear The Man whisper “Meeska, Mooska, MICKEEEEEY MOUSE!” I always thought it sounded silly when parents talked about children shows, but oooh man do I get it! Now if The Man has the news on in the morning, Viv makes it know that his choice of programming is UNACCEPTABLE!
Viv has gotten more into reading bedtime stories, and currently favors “The Fuzzy Yellow Duckling.” No clue who wrote it or whether it’s well known, but she’s drawn to the soft, but realistic, illustrations. I’ve been trying to be super animated while reading, since that keeps her attention a little longer. She does not stand for longer stories, despite how much I want to read her “Are you my Mother?”.
Spending the day alone with her is quite tiring now. She is all over the place! You can’t leave her alone for a second or she’ll playing in the dogs water bowl or eating Maple tree “helicopters.” On the weekends when the Man is at school, we will run errands or walk around the store, just to get out of the house.
Current Favorite Things: DOG (Luke and Lacey, in particular), FOODS, bouncing, giving hugs, waving bye-bye, dancing, the Disney Channel.
Least Favorite Things: Being physically restricted, not getting what she wants rightthissecond, being put to bed before she is ready
Height and Weight measurements coming next month at her ONE YEAR CHECKUP!