The reason we had to lower the mattress
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Saturday, July 28, 2007
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Thursday, July 26, 2007
Stand by the mailbox!
I have ordered it. Peace and tranquility reign supreme in the Babooblah household.
How long? How long? How long?
Sha is much too heavy for me to carry in our front carrier or in our wrap. My back is starting to scream out "please, please stop!". Sha hates, hates, hates the stroller.
Hello Ergo. It can be on your front (for the wee ones) and a back pack carrier for US!! It even has this cool flap thing that you can do up to support his head if he falls asleep and most of the weight will be on my hips. AND I GOT THE HIPS, BABY!
Woot woot!
posted by Like duh! @ 10:27 p.m.
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Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Audit...ugh.
I am being audited. F'in eh!
Last year I did our tax return, myself. Which I do every year. But this year there were medical expenses that we could claim for our NICU time in the hospital. So, I did. I'm pretty damn sure I did it right. I read all the stuff, interpreted all the lingo and filed.
Anyhoo...now I get a letter in the mail that they want all the documentation. Which is cool, I have that.
But it also says "If your claim includes expenses for travel to another city...we need a letter from your medical practitioner in the home community stating that the medical services were not available (in your home community)."
I don't have a doctor here. My doctor is in London.
I do, in fact, know where he lives. He lives in the nicest house in the town. He did give me stitches in the local ER once but I really doubt that he remembers that day.
Would it be odd if I showed up at his house, knocked on his door and asked him for a letter for a patient he never saw, doesn't know or dealt with, who was treated over a year ago, in London, to confirm that he was infact a patient in London but was never a patient of his in Glencoe? What the fojijal is that?
He will think I'm a lunatic. I think I might be a lunatic.
I suppose I could take him to the door and ask Sha to raise hand and swear his previous preemie status on a stack of Parenting your Preemie for Dummies pamphlets. If he raise his arm high enough, he could show off his PDA scar. Is that proof enough for ya?
Drama, drama, drama. Of that I am the queenbee.
I'm going to go now and sit in the corner and rock.
Last year I did our tax return, myself. Which I do every year. But this year there were medical expenses that we could claim for our NICU time in the hospital. So, I did. I'm pretty damn sure I did it right. I read all the stuff, interpreted all the lingo and filed.
Anyhoo...now I get a letter in the mail that they want all the documentation. Which is cool, I have that.
But it also says "If your claim includes expenses for travel to another city...we need a letter from your medical practitioner in the home community stating that the medical services were not available (in your home community)."
I don't have a doctor here. My doctor is in London.
I do, in fact, know where he lives. He lives in the nicest house in the town. He did give me stitches in the local ER once but I really doubt that he remembers that day.
Would it be odd if I showed up at his house, knocked on his door and asked him for a letter for a patient he never saw, doesn't know or dealt with, who was treated over a year ago, in London, to confirm that he was infact a patient in London but was never a patient of his in Glencoe? What the fojijal is that?
He will think I'm a lunatic. I think I might be a lunatic.
I suppose I could take him to the door and ask Sha to raise hand and swear his previous preemie status on a stack of Parenting your Preemie for Dummies pamphlets. If he raise his arm high enough, he could show off his PDA scar. Is that proof enough for ya?
Drama, drama, drama. Of that I am the queenbee.
I'm going to go now and sit in the corner and rock.
posted by Like duh! @ 11:24 p.m.
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Monday, July 23, 2007
Our new seat!
Ma and Sha trekked out to get a new carseat today!
Sha is a long, lean baby machine!
Sha has outgrown the height requirements for his old carseat. Thankfully, an experienced Mom let me know...'cause I ummmmm really hadn't noticed. I knew his head was almost at the top, but I didn't realize your supposed to have 1" between the top of the seat and the top of their head.
Ooooooooohhhhhh. Yes, everyone pretend you didn't know that either, please....
He does not meet the weight requirement (20lbs) for a forward facing seat, yet. Dilemma time! After some serious hummming and hawwwing and some offers of borrowing (which were really sweet), Pa and Ma decided that it we should just go out and get him a new seat.
The laughable part is that we only need this seat for for 3 pounds!!!!
We thought we had figured EVERY angle of this carseat thing out, and I had assumed (made an ass out of u and me) that he would surpass the height and weight thing at the same time. But nooooooo....
After Sha breaks the 20 lbs barrier (he is legally allowed to face forward), we have a really nice carseat that Grandpa and Grandma McF got for him for his first birthday. :-) It is a much sleeker design and will fit nicely in Pa's car. (Unlike our last seat where Pa had to practically sit on the steering wheel).
The one we bought today would be too bulky for Pa's car but fits in Ma's Blazer.
The good news is, once he hits 20lbs, we will have 2 carseats for 2 cars, so it will mean less fanangaling (is that a word?) all around.
That's our news.
Preemies are expensive litte people! But he's worth every penny. :-)
Sha is a long, lean baby machine!
Sha has outgrown the height requirements for his old carseat. Thankfully, an experienced Mom let me know...'cause I ummmmm really hadn't noticed. I knew his head was almost at the top, but I didn't realize your supposed to have 1" between the top of the seat and the top of their head.
Ooooooooohhhhhh. Yes, everyone pretend you didn't know that either, please....
He does not meet the weight requirement (20lbs) for a forward facing seat, yet. Dilemma time! After some serious hummming and hawwwing and some offers of borrowing (which were really sweet), Pa and Ma decided that it we should just go out and get him a new seat.
The laughable part is that we only need this seat for for 3 pounds!!!!
We thought we had figured EVERY angle of this carseat thing out, and I had assumed (made an ass out of u and me) that he would surpass the height and weight thing at the same time. But nooooooo....
After Sha breaks the 20 lbs barrier (he is legally allowed to face forward), we have a really nice carseat that Grandpa and Grandma McF got for him for his first birthday. :-) It is a much sleeker design and will fit nicely in Pa's car. (Unlike our last seat where Pa had to practically sit on the steering wheel).
The one we bought today would be too bulky for Pa's car but fits in Ma's Blazer.
The good news is, once he hits 20lbs, we will have 2 carseats for 2 cars, so it will mean less fanangaling (is that a word?) all around.
That's our news.
Preemies are expensive litte people! But he's worth every penny. :-)
posted by Like duh! @ 11:14 p.m.
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Sunday, July 22, 2007
Our house
Tomorrow we meet with the real estate agent to FINALLY sign papers to get our house officially listed!!!
We have tried, unsuccessfully, to sell our house ourselves. WHAT A WASTE OF TIME.
Sha has begun to master the fine art of commando crawling and can successfully roam the house. He is not interested in toys. He is interested in the phone, the remote, cords and the computer.
He had a wonderful time at his Aunt Tassie's bridal shower and was fitted for his tuxedo! Oh my, what a little gentleman. Pa, Ma and Sha all had a wonderful time with all of our friends and their children. It is amazing to think that just a few years ago we were the ones playing together. Life moves forward. I am so happy to have so many positive role models in our lives.
Cutest thing that happened: Miss K told me that she had to go to the potty. I took her to the bathroom and we sat and sang twinkle, twinkle little star. Until she looked at me, put a finger to her lips and said "shhhh" and a pointed to her ear and said "listen" and TINKLED!! Hooray and a clapping fest!!! She is also learning to count and says, 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 9!!
Aunt Mel is doing an awesome job balancing her new responsiblities of two babies to raise. xoxo And of course, Cliffy is doing a fine job as well, he sure does love those girls.
We are also experiencing a pant crisis. Sha is too long for his pants. However, the pants that will fit him in length, will not fit in the waist. So, it is a struggle between wearing manpris or rapper butt.
Sha has a couple of appointments this week, so I will keep everyone posted on the details. Hopefully our surgery letter will arrive soon...I am so damn impatient. I want an appointment NOWWWWWW. Pretty please?
All for tonight, I really should not have had a nap when I came home...oopsie.
We have tried, unsuccessfully, to sell our house ourselves. WHAT A WASTE OF TIME.
Sha has begun to master the fine art of commando crawling and can successfully roam the house. He is not interested in toys. He is interested in the phone, the remote, cords and the computer.
He had a wonderful time at his Aunt Tassie's bridal shower and was fitted for his tuxedo! Oh my, what a little gentleman. Pa, Ma and Sha all had a wonderful time with all of our friends and their children. It is amazing to think that just a few years ago we were the ones playing together. Life moves forward. I am so happy to have so many positive role models in our lives.
Cutest thing that happened: Miss K told me that she had to go to the potty. I took her to the bathroom and we sat and sang twinkle, twinkle little star. Until she looked at me, put a finger to her lips and said "shhhh" and a pointed to her ear and said "listen" and TINKLED!! Hooray and a clapping fest!!! She is also learning to count and says, 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 9!!
Aunt Mel is doing an awesome job balancing her new responsiblities of two babies to raise. xoxo And of course, Cliffy is doing a fine job as well, he sure does love those girls.
We are also experiencing a pant crisis. Sha is too long for his pants. However, the pants that will fit him in length, will not fit in the waist. So, it is a struggle between wearing manpris or rapper butt.
Sha has a couple of appointments this week, so I will keep everyone posted on the details. Hopefully our surgery letter will arrive soon...I am so damn impatient. I want an appointment NOWWWWWW. Pretty please?
All for tonight, I really should not have had a nap when I came home...oopsie.
posted by Like duh! @ 11:58 p.m.
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