I thought today would be a good day to cull our photo albums on the hard drive. We have literally thousands of pictures on there. Since I already have the first 18 months or so of Aviana’s life scrapbooked & the prints in albums, I really need to clear some space for our Baby B. I had no idea how hard this would be. It’s weird. I saved even pictures that were out of focus or too dark or with other flaws. If I delete them, it’s as if I’m deleting part of my memory, or part of our story. As I look at the pictures surrounding Aviana’s birth, I am crying. I thank God that she is healthy, as am I, and that I am able to have more children. It’s only by His Divine Power that we are both here today. Amazing. Now I have to go and delete more pictures.
dollhouse from Aunt Connie. possibly her favorite present- she especially likes setting everyone on the potty and putting the whole family in the bathtub. She’ll also lay them all down on the floor and cover them up and say “naptime now.” Sometimes she’ll sing…”Jesus loves Bible Baby Ana dis I Knoooow” loudly and tunelessly, but still very much singing.
All the little guests in the pool–Olivia, Joey, Aviana, Bailey, Cora, Ella and Addie. “Swimming” was a big hit. We also did water balloons-another big hit-, which took about an hour to fill up the laundry basketfull, and about 2.3 minutes to throw and pop them all. We probably won’t be doing those again- but thank you Cory and Tony for filling them all up!
And that is about all we did at the big two year old birthday party. I enjoyed myself as much as the children I think, but wore myself out, as now it is nearly a week later, and I am still not up for much. Well worth it though.
… practiced our balance. For some reason, after I help her slide down the bannister, she thinks it’s great fun for me to leave her sitting on the ballister at the bottom of the stairs.
…built towers. According to her two year old evaluation, she should be able to build a block tower of at least 7 blocks. I’m thinking she has that mastered.
I forgot to write about the visit to the pediatrician; I was too frustrated by all the temper tantrums. How funny is this: In the handout they gave me, the first thing on it reads “At this age, children often say ‘no’ or refuse to do what you want them to do”. Well, no duh! I must say, however, that I handled that entire morning with grace (Thanks to God!) and didn’t let it ruin my day. Prayer is such a powerful weapon! Anyway, she is 33 1/2 inches tall and 25 1/2 pounds, which puts her in the 40th and 30th percentiles respectively. The doc was very impressed that she’s potty trained, thought she was a “very smart girl”, dubbed her healthy (but why should it cost us $130 to find that out?) and was really good with her, despite the fact she kept pointing at him and saying “Dat-Dit OUT!!” (that, get out!) What do you DO when your child is so rude? I reprimanded her of course, but we weren’t exactly in a situation where I could take immediate action…
*actual time spent with doctor OR nurse–18 minutes (including the nearly 10 minutes it took to weigh & measure her, & the swat I administered in the restroom)–which breaks down to $7.20 per minute. The whole appointment lasted 45 minutes- so what does that say about how much they value my time? And even if we do have insurance, why does it cost so much to have someone else tell me what I already know? It’s no wonder we have to pay so much for the independent health insurance we have to have.
Baby news: None to speak of. I’ve been getting contractions every day & sometimes they are even regular-ish, like last night, but then they taper off to nothing. I am ready to have this baby in my arms!
… to do 12 things. At least.
…a clean fresh start. not really- I like where I am.
…an MRI. Ummmm… nope.
…more kids. Yeah. Probably. Maybe. I don’t really know.
… a loving family. DEFINITELY!
…to have her cake and eat it too. Doesn’t everyone?
…to have an acting career. I like the mama track just fine, thanks.
…to do something with her two best friends. Well, now that sounds good, but I don’t really know who my two best friends are.
..to become a writer during her leisure time. Not that I have leisure time per se, but this does sound appealing. Someday.
…to go to Australia. and Spain. and Germany. and France. and Hawaii. and Ecuador. and Panama. and…basically, most of Europe, South America, and North America… I love to travel!
I googled “Jessica wants” and chose 10 of what came up. I skipped most of the ones concerning the Jessica Simpson debacle.
…to commence kicking and flailing and stomping and crying and screaming:
–you want to eat at the table instead of the counter
–you don’t want to go pee-pee when your mama asks you to go before leaving the house
–you don’t want to get your teeth brushed
–you don’t want to stand on the scale at the doctor’s office
–you don’t want your shoes off to stand on the scale at the doctor’s office
–you don’t want to get measured
–you don’t want anyone to listen to your heart
–you don’t want anyone to look at your teeth
–you want to play with the blood pressure cuff
–you don’t want to leave the doctor’s office
–you want to ride in the ‘truck cart’ at the grocery store
–Mama’s friend leaves
(and that was all before 10 a.m.)
–you want to eat raw egg that’s for the French toast
–you want the changing table pad in your bed for naptime
We hung up some cardboard on the clothesline and mixed up some washable tempera paint with lots of water. The tots had a grand time spraying paint all over- and most of it stayed off each other.
We did a craft first- it was a ‘super star’ themed birthday party, so we glued foam stars to foam magnet frames. Then I took a pic of each child with the birthday girl (which was a good idea in theory) for them to put in their frame and take home as party favor.