Frances is feeling better now. I hope that didn't spoil the suspense.
After my last post, I went to bed downstairs since Frances' bed didn't have any bedding and she was in our bed with Arial. I move around to much when I sleep, so I decided to go elsewhere.
I had just barely gotten to sleep when Arial called (intercom function on our phones). Frances had thrown up again. For the rest of the night and much of the next day, she was throwing up every 30 minutes to an hour.
Only Johann got much sleep but Frances got a handful of baths (she started requesting a bath even when she had cleanly puked into the bucket but we only gave her a one when she had gotten some on her).
Finally, around 2:30 in the afternoon Arial lay down with her and they both slept (I had caught a nap earlier in the day, so I wasn't jealous). Arial got up around 5:30 but Frances slept 'til 7ish. I figured she would be up for a long time but at 8:30 she told Arial that she was tired. I wound up laying with her at 9pm and we both slept straight through to morning.
She has seemed much better today. Although, every time she coughs she says "I okay", meaning that she isn't going to throw up, which I guess is pretty thoughtful of her to let us know.
mwz
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Frances Is Sick
Frances has had a cold for about a week. We thought she was getting over it so today I took her with me to the gym.
She didn't have a very good afternoon nap (it is questionable whether she slept at all) but we gave her a 25 minute power nap right before supper. I don't think she really understood what a power nap was about because she was quite unhappy when I got her up to eat.
When I picked her up from the child care room at the gym, she was sleeping in a crib covered in stuffed animals. This was strange because "playing with the kids" is one of her favorite activities. I just chalked it up to missing her nap.
She seemed fine until about an hour after she went to bed. She had been sleeping contentedly but then I heard a noise. I went to check on her and I heard her throwing up.
We cleaned her up in the bath, started washing the cloths and tucked her into our bed. She has never puked twice in one night, so we figured that was fine.
It wasn't.
She threw up again in our bed, hitting both of our pillows.
When I was giving her the second bath of the night, she told me that she was going to be sick again. I held a large bath cup to her mouth and asked Arial to get the larger bath bucket. She didn't throw up then.
This time (since we were out of beds), we set her up on the couch. I sat with her while Arial cleaned up. She threw up 3+ more times but this time into the bucket (all the while pleading "I all done", which is enough to break my heart).
Arial went to the store with Johann (since by this time he was awake) and bought some 7-Up. That helped Frances have something to throw up while she was on the couch.
Currently, Johann is asleep in his crib, Arial and Frances are in our room and I am going to try to sleep on the futon in the basement. Hopefully, the worst is over. It is no fun watching your tiny, little girl be miserable.
The weird thing is, she doesn't have a fever. I have no idea why she keeps throwing up.
Well, I thought I should chonical Frances' first real illness. Now, I am going to try to get some sleep.
Good night
mwz
She didn't have a very good afternoon nap (it is questionable whether she slept at all) but we gave her a 25 minute power nap right before supper. I don't think she really understood what a power nap was about because she was quite unhappy when I got her up to eat.
When I picked her up from the child care room at the gym, she was sleeping in a crib covered in stuffed animals. This was strange because "playing with the kids" is one of her favorite activities. I just chalked it up to missing her nap.
She seemed fine until about an hour after she went to bed. She had been sleeping contentedly but then I heard a noise. I went to check on her and I heard her throwing up.
We cleaned her up in the bath, started washing the cloths and tucked her into our bed. She has never puked twice in one night, so we figured that was fine.
It wasn't.
She threw up again in our bed, hitting both of our pillows.
When I was giving her the second bath of the night, she told me that she was going to be sick again. I held a large bath cup to her mouth and asked Arial to get the larger bath bucket. She didn't throw up then.
This time (since we were out of beds), we set her up on the couch. I sat with her while Arial cleaned up. She threw up 3+ more times but this time into the bucket (all the while pleading "I all done", which is enough to break my heart).
Arial went to the store with Johann (since by this time he was awake) and bought some 7-Up. That helped Frances have something to throw up while she was on the couch.
Currently, Johann is asleep in his crib, Arial and Frances are in our room and I am going to try to sleep on the futon in the basement. Hopefully, the worst is over. It is no fun watching your tiny, little girl be miserable.
The weird thing is, she doesn't have a fever. I have no idea why she keeps throwing up.
Well, I thought I should chonical Frances' first real illness. Now, I am going to try to get some sleep.
Good night
mwz
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Inspirational
So I've been doing spin class at the local gym for a couple months. It's been going pretty well and I've started to become familiar with some of the others who go to the classes.
There's this one guy who, it turns out, does triathlons. He doesn't look like the prototypical triathlete, he's kinda stocky but pretty well built.
Anyway, after the last class, I ran into him (not literally). He said something to the affect of "Thank you for coming, it's nice not being the only guy in the class". I returned the thanks, since I too prefer not to be the only one of my gender in class.
Then he said "You're inspirational." Okay, whatever. I didn't know what that meant but he followed a little bit later with "It's good to have someone else in there with a BMI over 25."
He does have a point. On the whole, the people at the gym are a lean sort and thinking back to that particular class, the women were very stick-like.
But, now I think that the reason I am "inspirational" is because I'm chubby. I'm apparently the fat guy who "gives it his best".
mwz
There's this one guy who, it turns out, does triathlons. He doesn't look like the prototypical triathlete, he's kinda stocky but pretty well built.
Anyway, after the last class, I ran into him (not literally). He said something to the affect of "Thank you for coming, it's nice not being the only guy in the class". I returned the thanks, since I too prefer not to be the only one of my gender in class.
Then he said "You're inspirational." Okay, whatever. I didn't know what that meant but he followed a little bit later with "It's good to have someone else in there with a BMI over 25."
He does have a point. On the whole, the people at the gym are a lean sort and thinking back to that particular class, the women were very stick-like.
But, now I think that the reason I am "inspirational" is because I'm chubby. I'm apparently the fat guy who "gives it his best".
mwz
Friday, March 23, 2007
Big Sister
Frances is such a good big sister. I don't know how she learned (since
neither of her parents had younger siblings) but she is a great big
sister.
A couple weeks ago, I went to the gym late in the evening. Arial put
the kids to bed and was satisfied that they were asleep. So, she went
downstairs to run.
While she was running, she noticed Frances on the stairs. She then
pieced together what happened.
At some point after Arial started running, Johann woke up and started
crying. Arial couldn't hear him over the treadmill but this woke up
Frances, who then went in to comfort Johann. This was evidenced by
Johann's light being turned on. She most likely sang to him since she
often sings to him when he is upset in the car (isn't she a good
sister?). When that failed to calm him, she went down and got Arial to
help calm him.
All said and done, Frances did everything right. She tried to solve the
problem herself and when that failed, she got help. I'm very proud of
her.
Another anecdote: I have been taking Frances with me to the gym when
they have child care open. She absolutely loves "playing with the
kids". But last week, I started taking Johann with us.
The first day I dropped him off, I told Frances that she needed to help
Johann. She immediately ran over to this stand-alone door thing and
indicated that I should bring Johann. Together, they played with the
door and Johann seemed like he was enjoying himself, so I left to work
out.
When I came back Johann was having a fine time watching a movie with all
the other kids. It wasn't traumatic for him at all. Even yesterday
when I left, I told Frances that she should take care of Johann and she
immediately stopped what she was doing and ran over to him.
I don't pretend to believe that they play together the whole time (in
fact I know they don't) but she helps him feel comfortable there. And
I'm sure if he ever became upset, she would help.
She's a good sister.
mwz
neither of her parents had younger siblings) but she is a great big
sister.
A couple weeks ago, I went to the gym late in the evening. Arial put
the kids to bed and was satisfied that they were asleep. So, she went
downstairs to run.
While she was running, she noticed Frances on the stairs. She then
pieced together what happened.
At some point after Arial started running, Johann woke up and started
crying. Arial couldn't hear him over the treadmill but this woke up
Frances, who then went in to comfort Johann. This was evidenced by
Johann's light being turned on. She most likely sang to him since she
often sings to him when he is upset in the car (isn't she a good
sister?). When that failed to calm him, she went down and got Arial to
help calm him.
All said and done, Frances did everything right. She tried to solve the
problem herself and when that failed, she got help. I'm very proud of
her.
Another anecdote: I have been taking Frances with me to the gym when
they have child care open. She absolutely loves "playing with the
kids". But last week, I started taking Johann with us.
The first day I dropped him off, I told Frances that she needed to help
Johann. She immediately ran over to this stand-alone door thing and
indicated that I should bring Johann. Together, they played with the
door and Johann seemed like he was enjoying himself, so I left to work
out.
When I came back Johann was having a fine time watching a movie with all
the other kids. It wasn't traumatic for him at all. Even yesterday
when I left, I told Frances that she should take care of Johann and she
immediately stopped what she was doing and ran over to him.
I don't pretend to believe that they play together the whole time (in
fact I know they don't) but she helps him feel comfortable there. And
I'm sure if he ever became upset, she would help.
She's a good sister.
mwz
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Walking and Talking 2
Johann is turning into a little person. We think he is legitimately
talking. He consistently calls the cats "ee" (although he has said
something more like "kitty", which we are calling his first word, he
mostly calls them "ee").
Arial says that he said "broom" tonight, even though mostly he just
drags the broom around and says "Ta-da".
He is talking a lot. Not necessarily real words but they sound like
they could be. He is mixing different sounds and Arial thinks that he
might actually be using real words sometimes and we just can't
understand him. I try to discern any possible meaning and act
accordingly, even if that just confuses him. But if Johann says
something that sounds like "down", I'll put him down. If he says
something like, "you need to invest more money in bonds", I tell him
that I find the idea of bonds weird.
To add to his personness, Johann is also walking a lot more normally.
He runs pretty well now (well it's more like walks quickly). Walking is
now his primary mode of self-transportation.
It's just so strange...
mwz
talking. He consistently calls the cats "ee" (although he has said
something more like "kitty", which we are calling his first word, he
mostly calls them "ee").
Arial says that he said "broom" tonight, even though mostly he just
drags the broom around and says "Ta-da".
He is talking a lot. Not necessarily real words but they sound like
they could be. He is mixing different sounds and Arial thinks that he
might actually be using real words sometimes and we just can't
understand him. I try to discern any possible meaning and act
accordingly, even if that just confuses him. But if Johann says
something that sounds like "down", I'll put him down. If he says
something like, "you need to invest more money in bonds", I tell him
that I find the idea of bonds weird.
To add to his personness, Johann is also walking a lot more normally.
He runs pretty well now (well it's more like walks quickly). Walking is
now his primary mode of self-transportation.
It's just so strange...
mwz
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Walking and Talking?
Johann is walking all over the place now. He still does the Frankenstein walk (as Ariel calls it) but he is getting confident with it. He can step over small things and... well that's about it.
This last week, he has been saying things that sound a lot like on-topic words. Unfortunately, we can't get him to repeat any of it. Ariel says that she gave him a bottle and he said "Botta".
Another time, I was holding Johann while I pulled yogurt out of the fridge for him. I said "Do you want some yogurt?" and he said "yo-gurt" (in a very staccato way with each sylible like a small explosion). It's a little strange.
Ariel finally got him to say "Mama" too. That made her happy.
mwz
This last week, he has been saying things that sound a lot like on-topic words. Unfortunately, we can't get him to repeat any of it. Ariel says that she gave him a bottle and he said "Botta".
Another time, I was holding Johann while I pulled yogurt out of the fridge for him. I said "Do you want some yogurt?" and he said "yo-gurt" (in a very staccato way with each sylible like a small explosion). It's a little strange.
Ariel finally got him to say "Mama" too. That made her happy.
mwz
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Shaving
I've been buzzing my hair for a while now, basically ever since I realized that I was losing my hair. Yesterday, I took the next big step. I shaved my head.
I've never done that before and it was not as easy as I hoped. I didn't get a real close shave, mostly because it is boring running a small razor over a large skull.
I suspect the inventor of Velcro shaved his head. Today, I have head stubble and when I put up the hood of my coat, it pretty much stuck to my head. It was really difficult to shift the cloth around on my head and sliding it off my head was near impossible (I had to lift it off). I was impressed at how much my head stubble grabbed at the fabric.
I have a theory on why I decided to do this now. I have recently started going to the gym again and yesterday (after my shaving experience) I noticed that the guys either have a full head of hair or they shave it all off. I think that is because you spend a fair amount of time around mirrors when you work out and you are constantly reminded of how sad your hair looks.
Apparently, I'm vain.
mwz
I've never done that before and it was not as easy as I hoped. I didn't get a real close shave, mostly because it is boring running a small razor over a large skull.
I suspect the inventor of Velcro shaved his head. Today, I have head stubble and when I put up the hood of my coat, it pretty much stuck to my head. It was really difficult to shift the cloth around on my head and sliding it off my head was near impossible (I had to lift it off). I was impressed at how much my head stubble grabbed at the fabric.
I have a theory on why I decided to do this now. I have recently started going to the gym again and yesterday (after my shaving experience) I noticed that the guys either have a full head of hair or they shave it all off. I think that is because you spend a fair amount of time around mirrors when you work out and you are constantly reminded of how sad your hair looks.
Apparently, I'm vain.
mwz
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