As most things go in a family with multiple children, the younger ones always want to be able to do what the older ones can. My children are no exception to this rule.
The older two had been on a spree of telling knock, knock jokes and riddles. Not one to be left out, ever, Katie joined in. She didn’t know any on her own…so she came up with some. Her way of telling a joke is too precious to be told to you in words so I thought I would have her share one by video.
She is a typical two year old and easily distracted, especially by the sight of herself. When she sees her picture on the wall, or sees a picture of any small brown haired looking girl, she says, “That’s Katie!” When asked about her picture she says, “I’m gorgeous!” (No self esteem issues here! : ) Truth be told, she is gorgeous.
Now as you watch the video: 1) Please ignore the chaos that reigns on the house pictured behind her. 2) Make no mention of the Christmas tree you see just behind her that she so kindly points out to you. Yes, I know it is very near the end of January. Yes, I took this video last week. No, I am not obsessed with my tree. It is far easier to get up (small hands do all the ornamenting) then to take back down (Mom must do alone in order to ‘pack’ things away. Alone time? Pray tell, what and when is that?!) 3) Afore mentioned tree is down as of Monday this week. Just so you know. : )
Because of her little two year old self being who she is, you’ll notice I only grabbed the start of a knock, knock joke. It was just so very Katie that I couldn’t help but share. Have no fear though I have managed to capture not 1, not 2…..but 3 knock, knock jokes for you. That video? It’ll be coming to a post near you soon!
Oh, and the bruising to her face. Yeah, I had no part in that. I wasn’t even there when it happened. She was shopping for some sweet treats for her Grandma’s 73rd birthday at a confectionary shop and took a dive after catching the edge of the carpet into the corner of their very metal display case. She was fortunate to have missed her eye. That shiner made almost the whole left side of her face look green and purple for just about a week. She has since recovered with no lasting signs of trauma. My Beloved keeps asking me if she is going to be accident prone like my younger brother is…..oh, how I pray it isn’t so!!!
These last few weeks have brought some milestones of sorts to the house.
The Zeke-monster is now 6 months old. He decided a week prior to the 6 month mark that he was hungry…wanted to start eating more than just milk. We obliged him and gave him his first taste of cereal. He couldn’t get enough! His little mouth was open and waiting and he was gulping! (If babies can gulp runny cereal.) That 1 tablespoon didn’t seem to satisfy him so he is eating one serving of 2 tablespoons worth of the solid (or not so solid…depending how you see it) cereal each day. That hasn’t alleviated our sleep issues as of yet though. He might already be displaying signs of a hollow leg! : )
Zeke has also turned into our rollie pollie baby. Oh, he could role front to back and then back to front but he has discovered he could do more than one at a time allowing him to steamroll around the living room. He also puts himself up on his hands and knees. You can be sure where you left him you will not find him. You can also be sure that if he rolls to some object that said object will be chewed on, slobbered on and made into his own teething device.
Speaking of teeth…well, I suppose there really is nothing to speak of. When Zeke started chewing and slobbering at the end of month 3 we, or rather I, was fairly confident he was going to be an early teeth-er like his brother. Not so much.Here we are 3 months later, he still chews and slobbers on everything in site and not a tooth has popped through. What a tease those teeth are!
Lastly I have cut the apron strings. Zeke now sleeps solely in the crib in his room. I had been slowly moving that way but hadn’t taken the plunge and left him there overnight. He was being a bit fussy after a late night snack so instead of letting him make a ruckus and disturb Dad I took him upstairs. This was an impromptu move and leaving him there was super hard. I cannot tell you the number of times I checked him before I finally feel asleep. It wasn’t a sound sleep mind you, but it was sleep nonetheless! The rest, is as they say, history.
There is never a dull moment around here…change is always just around the corner. More of the other munchkins another day!
The Katie girl dislocated her wrist today. This has happened one other time. It is one of those things where you are holding her hand and for whatever reason, a trip or fall, slip on the ice or her dragging her feet purposefully, her full weight rests on that joint. As you hold her up her wrist slips out of joint and causes her some serious pain. Last time her wrist slipped back within an hour or so.
This time…things didn’t happen near as quickly.
Fortunately for us she doesn’t remain in constant pain, only when the joint is jostled or moved does it bother her. This allowed her to take a nap while still being out of joint. (You might wonder why we didn’t just take her into the Dr.’s office: New Year’s Day + weekend + small town = nothing open but the emergency room.)
So the afternoon passes to the evening. A little pain medicine administered. Many tears shed. The medicine kicks in and we have a new little girl who still is clinching her fingers and not moving her arm but is playing and moving around now. Her hand looks a little swollen (did last time as well) and we are getting a little uncomfortable about her situation. Beloved looks some information up on the internet and we become more worried.
Then I remember…an on-call pediatrician is available at the touch of a button. I call. The Dr. says try to keep it elevated, immobile and apply some ice. That is what we set out to do. I grab a towel and Beloved and I begin rigging up a sling to lay her arm in. This brings on a whole new onslaught of tears. Oh, not because we are hurting her by doing so but because she doesn’t want the towel on her arm.
We have her rigged up all of maybe sixty seconds when she pulls her arm out and shows us both hands and arms and all is well. Honestly I couldn’t have been off the phone more than 5 minutes and she is ‘cured’! Something about how her arm laid or the way she moved it popped things back to their correct position.
If she weren’t so little, had not been so obviously in pain we would have sworn she was faking. She was better that quickly.
I just looked at my Beloved and said, “Are we going to make it through this parenthood thing?” Then I smiled in pure relief and gave thanks.
Isn’t that they way though! Call the Doctor, mention the word hospital and instantly things are fine. I’ll keep that in mind for the next incident that comes our way. : )
I am thankful to have a wonderful husband and 4 beautiful children with whom I stay at home. We are a homeschooling family with only the oldest two attending the school of Mom. : ) Laundry is my nemisis and dusting is something I rarely do. (please don't tell my mom!)