My daughter is amazing. Really. She wants to be so grown up its not funny.
However, she's doing some funny things related to going pee. I dont know if she' s fully in control of her bladder or for some reason, the bladder monster takes over.
Often she feels the urge, runs for the toilet, and just doesnt make it. We've had more pee on the landing, the bathroom doorway and right in front of the toilet than we can count. Yesterday she busted a bladder while trying to pull her pants down and get on the toilet. She cried, took her pee pee pants off, and put them in the laundry, and got another pair of shorts. She went commando after that (of course, she usually has no use for underwear these days).
Not 30 minutes later the same thing happened, except, she KNEW she was going to not make it, and she asked "daddy can I pee on the floor right here" (carpet outside the bathroom door). Daddy said "no go on the toilet!" (of course) and she didnt even try to make it. She pulled one shorts leg over, and let the pee fly right out of one side of her shorts. Grr.. another session of wiping and dabbing.
After going to bed, she woke up and ran downstairs pants-less, saying something about a full diaper and that it was hurting. My brother was babysitting so he got her another overnight pullup and put her back to bed.
This morning another pants-less episode. She got up, took off her pull up, put it in the garbage, proceeds to sit on the couch and pee. Then went up and got another pull up and when we woke up we found a huge pee stain on the couch and a kid in a dry pull up.
I'm so confused. Does she have a bladder control problem? Is it just a phase? Maybe a bladder infection? Who knows.
I'm getting a bit tired of stepping or sitting in pee puddles and trying to track down used pull ups.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
housebound with itchy eyes and coughing...
Ugh, now that i'm home all the time I'm focussing big time on all the things in my house that bug me.
We've had the a/c on for 2 days and all of us are feeling a bit off. Abby was coughing badly and had green "eye cheese" in her little eyes the past 2 mornings. I seriously have itchy eyes right now. And hubby woke up feeling crappy.
I wish I knew where the cooling coils and all the other parts were that needed cleaning. I wish I could do it myself. Our a/c unit is a billion years old (probably needs to be in a museum) and I dont want to put any more $$ in it, even to clean it, but a new unit will run about $3500. Unless we can split that over 30 months (payments) then we definitely can't afford it.
I was going to wait until the fall or later for us to get a new one, as I really wanted a new diswasher too. But this may be a higher priority if the air quality in our house is making us sick... let alone the cost to run that puppy!!!
We've had the a/c on for 2 days and all of us are feeling a bit off. Abby was coughing badly and had green "eye cheese" in her little eyes the past 2 mornings. I seriously have itchy eyes right now. And hubby woke up feeling crappy.
I wish I knew where the cooling coils and all the other parts were that needed cleaning. I wish I could do it myself. Our a/c unit is a billion years old (probably needs to be in a museum) and I dont want to put any more $$ in it, even to clean it, but a new unit will run about $3500. Unless we can split that over 30 months (payments) then we definitely can't afford it.
I was going to wait until the fall or later for us to get a new one, as I really wanted a new diswasher too. But this may be a higher priority if the air quality in our house is making us sick... let alone the cost to run that puppy!!!
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Funny Abby-isms
I have a hilarious kid. Point blank, I think she's the funniest kid on the planet. Of course all other parents think their kids are the funniest, but ok, we're all biased!
Abby has an amazing capacity for language and communications for an almost 3 year old. She's been able to speak in clear words since about six months old, when she had a vocabulary of about 6 words. Now she can say things in the clearest, most unbelievable way, and she's not even 3!
Unfortunately she's also entering the dreaded "potty humour" stage. Ugh. Everything is poopy, stinky, peepee, etc. Its hard to keep it in check. Its really hard not to laugh.
Last week she was calling people "stinky". I told her it wasn't nice to say that people are stinky. She looked up at me wtih innocent eyes and said "but mommy, your toots are stinky".
Well... yes, yes they are.
How can you argue with that direct logic?
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Other recent Abby-isms, so I dont forget them:
- The word "spaghetti" has officially changed in Abby-speak from "gobbely" to "pasgetti"
- Vanilla is currently being pronounced as "malilla"
- Daddy has a volcano for a belly button, while Mommy has a "flatty". Abby thinks that the baby is going to be born through mommy's belly button.
- Abby's getting excited about being a big sister. She can't wait to change the baby's diaper and then "give him a time out" (ha! I laughed so hard at that one!)
- Abby occasionally pretends she has a baby in her belly too. If its a girl its name is Lindsay. If its a boy its name is Christopher.
- Abby officially is addicted to yogurt. Mallila (vanilla) is her hands down favourite. If there's no "malilla" then strawberry or blueberry will do.
Abby has an amazing capacity for language and communications for an almost 3 year old. She's been able to speak in clear words since about six months old, when she had a vocabulary of about 6 words. Now she can say things in the clearest, most unbelievable way, and she's not even 3!
Unfortunately she's also entering the dreaded "potty humour" stage. Ugh. Everything is poopy, stinky, peepee, etc. Its hard to keep it in check. Its really hard not to laugh.
Last week she was calling people "stinky". I told her it wasn't nice to say that people are stinky. She looked up at me wtih innocent eyes and said "but mommy, your toots are stinky".
Well... yes, yes they are.
How can you argue with that direct logic?
***********
Other recent Abby-isms, so I dont forget them:
- The word "spaghetti" has officially changed in Abby-speak from "gobbely" to "pasgetti"
- Vanilla is currently being pronounced as "malilla"
- Daddy has a volcano for a belly button, while Mommy has a "flatty". Abby thinks that the baby is going to be born through mommy's belly button.
- Abby's getting excited about being a big sister. She can't wait to change the baby's diaper and then "give him a time out" (ha! I laughed so hard at that one!)
- Abby occasionally pretends she has a baby in her belly too. If its a girl its name is Lindsay. If its a boy its name is Christopher.
- Abby officially is addicted to yogurt. Mallila (vanilla) is her hands down favourite. If there's no "malilla" then strawberry or blueberry will do.
back at the blogging
I'm officially work-free for 13 months. Well office work that is. I'll soon be a mom of TWO kids and I'm sure it will be the hardest work I've ever done. I'm very nervous about the workload, especially under extreme sleep deprivation circumstances!
I'm hating being pregnant again. I know this is the LAST time I'll ever be pregnant, and I should be enjoying it, but I hate it. I have a condition known as "symphysis pubis dysfunction" basically what that means is the hormone "relaxin" that's in my system that makes it easier for my bones to come apart to give birth, is making my pelvic bones stretch apart a little too much. The tendons between the bones are all inflamed and I'm in excruciating pain. I feel like someone kicked me right in the crotch and just above my butt crack. I can't walk very well, I cant get up out of a car, out of bed without wishing someone would just kill me. The pain is so bad. The only place I'm pain free is sitting in a comfy chair (look out when I get up though!) and laying on my side, curled up in bed.
My belly is also just big enough that even standing at the cupboard to try and prepare some food is difficult. Frankly, I can barely reach the cupboard without hunching over, and that starts to hurt about 30 seconds after I start doing something. I pretty much have to use my arms to hold up a lot of my upper body weight.
Funny though, I've not put on as much weight as the last pregnancy, but I feel just the same. I thought that keeping my weight down this time would help, but no.
I really hate being pregnant. I can't do much. I miss doing the things that I like to do. I miss playing in the park, I miss running, I miss biking, I miss being able to cook something without feeling like my back is about to explode. I miss having a clean house - my hubby is doing a hero's job of trying to take care of everything, but with one child in the house and mom mostly out of commission its more than he can handle. I wish we could afford the maids again, but we had to dump them on account of lack of money.
I mostly hate the fact that I will be trapped in this huge body for most of the summer. Summers are so precious in Canada, they are so short and our winters are so long. I hate the fact that I"ll be heading back to work when everyone else is heading off on vacation. But you can't plan these important things in life. You get what you get when you get it.
Anyhow I hope next summer and the one after are a lot easier.
I'm hating being pregnant again. I know this is the LAST time I'll ever be pregnant, and I should be enjoying it, but I hate it. I have a condition known as "symphysis pubis dysfunction" basically what that means is the hormone "relaxin" that's in my system that makes it easier for my bones to come apart to give birth, is making my pelvic bones stretch apart a little too much. The tendons between the bones are all inflamed and I'm in excruciating pain. I feel like someone kicked me right in the crotch and just above my butt crack. I can't walk very well, I cant get up out of a car, out of bed without wishing someone would just kill me. The pain is so bad. The only place I'm pain free is sitting in a comfy chair (look out when I get up though!) and laying on my side, curled up in bed.
My belly is also just big enough that even standing at the cupboard to try and prepare some food is difficult. Frankly, I can barely reach the cupboard without hunching over, and that starts to hurt about 30 seconds after I start doing something. I pretty much have to use my arms to hold up a lot of my upper body weight.
Funny though, I've not put on as much weight as the last pregnancy, but I feel just the same. I thought that keeping my weight down this time would help, but no.
I really hate being pregnant. I can't do much. I miss doing the things that I like to do. I miss playing in the park, I miss running, I miss biking, I miss being able to cook something without feeling like my back is about to explode. I miss having a clean house - my hubby is doing a hero's job of trying to take care of everything, but with one child in the house and mom mostly out of commission its more than he can handle. I wish we could afford the maids again, but we had to dump them on account of lack of money.
I mostly hate the fact that I will be trapped in this huge body for most of the summer. Summers are so precious in Canada, they are so short and our winters are so long. I hate the fact that I"ll be heading back to work when everyone else is heading off on vacation. But you can't plan these important things in life. You get what you get when you get it.
Anyhow I hope next summer and the one after are a lot easier.
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