Elephant Baby Like Lukas

The neighbor from our old house gave Sophia the movie Dumbo and we watched it for the second time on Friday. At the very beginning of the movie, for those of you who like me have not seen it in the last thirty or so years, the storks are dropping babies off to every animal in the circus. They show each blanket wrapped baby come out and cuddle with its mother. The bear gets two cubs in separate parachuting bundles and she hugs them both and licks them. The baby joey comes down and hops into his mom’s pouch. It’s all a super saturated amount of cartoon curtness. In the middle of that scene and before the momma elephant finally gets her baby, Sophia turns to me and says, “I love you too momma.” Awww. Like I wasn’t tearing up already with all the snuggling moms with their babies.

When Mrs. Jumbo, the momma elephant finally gets her baby, Sophia says, “It’s a baby elephant, just like Lukas.” Oh honey, it only felt like I was pregnant for twenty-two months. And you’re brother’s ears are not that big.

“Yes, it’s a baby just like Lukas.”

Dumbo

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Band-Aid Bunny

Instead of watching her second show of the morning as usual Friday morning, I heard Sophia go upstairs into the master bathroom. Lukas entertained himself in the toy room. He’s so good about playing on his own.

I was doing the dished when Sophia came back down. “I have a band aid for Bunny” She said showing me Bunny’s foot.

“That’s very sweet honey but those Band-Aids are to make you better when you get hurt.”

“But I wanted to make Bunny better.” She whined.

Well I guess I’d get the super bitch mom award if I try to explain not wasting Band-Aids on stuffed animals. After all, in her eyes they’re people too. *sigh* “Ok, but just one Band-Aid.”

Sophia's Birthday

Bunny waiting for Sophia's birthday party to start.


Kickin' back after the party

Bunny relaxing after the party.


Moose

Moose had a good time at the party too

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Baby Squeezins: Diaper of the Month

For the third month in a row we had constipation issues. Towards the end I had three suitable diaper contenders. There was the pudding poop, the mini blow out, and finally the winner that blew them all away…The Stinky Puddle. It smelled of rotting fruit. It was Kurt’s diaper to change, but I had the gagging privilege of photographing it. Just taking the picture was nauseating, but I did it for you my loyal poopy diaper enthusiasts! Taken on the 27th of September with my Nikon D60 for your high-resolution pleasure, I now present to you the Stinky Puddle of Goo. The Baby Squeezins, Diaper of the Month.

Stinky Puddle

Picture taken 9/27/2011

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Flash non-Fiction Friday: Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner

He lifts his upper torso up with his arms, the bottom half still on the floor. He pushes off with his hands and propels himself. He’s mobile!

He’s moving backwards.

He pushed himself into a corner.

Frustrated that he’s not going in the right direction and unable to gain forward momentum he gets upset.

“Momma!”

Lukas after a bath

Picture taken 9/24/2011

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Lukas’ Nine-Month Check-Up

His nine-month baby wellness appointment was on the seventh. I knew he wasn’t as chunky any more. I figured he was still steadily gaining, but had grown into his weight. I was shocked to find out that Lukas actually lost weight. The boy now weighs sixteen pounds and five ounces, and he is twenty-eight and a half inches tall/long. He has lost more than a pound since his six-month checkup. The doctor said the weight loss was perfectly normal for his age because babies tend to lose weight once they start crawling. Yeah, that’s the other problem. Lukas doesn’t crawl yet. Even now, days away from his ten-month birthday, he isn’t really mobile. He tries. He really wants to be able to move, but the best he can do is reach for something, fall on his side or tummy, rollover on his back, sit up, and do that process again to get what he wants. Once Lukas rolls to his back, he usually just stays there and amuses himself with the bendability of his own fingers.

Aside from the crawling bit, Lukas passed most of the battery of milestone questions. “Does he pick up things with his index finger and thumb (pinchers)?” Yes.

I was undressing Lukas while she asked me the questions and the newness of it all was creeping the boy out, so he didn’t want to be put down at all. I laid him on the patient bed to get his clothes off as the nurse asked me if he babbles. “Momma,” he cried. Yep, says words even. He started saying, “Momma” about a week before his nine-month birthday. At first I thought it was just a coincidental vocalization, but at that moment in the doctor’s office it was clear he knew what he was saying and meant it. On the fifteenth Lukas added the word “da-da” to his vocabulary. My only objection is that when he says, “momma” he’s crying and has a need that needs to be met immediately if not sooner. When Lukas says, “Da-da” he’s smiling and laughing. Little shit.

“Does he have a fear of strangers?” He’s crying for momma and not wanting to be put down here in the office and you have to ask? Really?

“Does he pull himself up to stand?” No. At the time he would barely put his weight on his feet. He’s getting better about it, but still does not pull himself up. It’s as if he doesn’t know his legs exist. Much like Sophia didn’t seem to know her arms existed at this age. The doctor said to call him in four to six weeks with an update about the crawling. He said if Lukas isn’t crawling in that time that he’ll refer us to the same place he sent us for Sophia’s speech. I hate that place. I think I’ll just wait. I’m sure Lukas will figure out how to use his legs on his own…eventually.

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55 Flash non-Fiction Friday: Sad Attitude

I understand a little competitiveness or the occasional feeling of jealousy, but for her there is never a feeling of genuine happiness for the accomplishment of another person. How can anyone become close with an attitude like that? Petty competition and jealousy consumes her. It makes me sad. Why bother trying to make it work?

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Picture taken 11/14/2009. This picture has very little if anything to do with the 55. It's just a picture I took of mushrooms thriving off of dog poop.

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The Relentless Architect

I have an alarm set to indicate time to clean up the toy room each night so that the clutter doesn’t become too unwieldy and overtake the house. We don’t always have time for clean up to happen every night. It’s just one of those nonessential things that make me happy when the stars do align. A few days ago we had one of those star aligning nights and Sophia helped me put things away. “Not my house!” She said when I came close to her Lincoln log building.

“Ok, not your house. We can leave your house there.”

“I like my house.”

“I do too. You do a good job building them. We’ll leave it there.”

Last night Kurt took out the ancient tiny twenty inch TV from of the cabinet in the toy room to pass down the thirty-two inch TV that we recently replaced with a fifty-five incher while I helped Sophia get ready for bed. In the process of switching the TVs Kurt knocked over the Lincoln log house. Sophia came downstairs, “Daddy you broke my house!”

“I’m sorry. You can build another one in the morning. You’re good at building them.”

Sophia started sobbing. “But I like that one.”

“Ok we’ll fix it tonight.”

They fixed the house. Kurt gives her a hug goodnight and says, “I love you.”

“Then don’t break my house!”

Ouch. Even though they fixed it again, as she climbs the stairs she tells me, “Momma, Daddy broke my house.” Relentless.

Being scolded by the preschooler

Picture taken 9/7/2011 after Sophia's first day of preschool. She was scolding me for bringing out more than one ball for Lukas to play with.

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Resourceful Alaska Fisherwoman

Before Lukas was born, I purchased some nursing bras. I guessed at my required size based on what I wore after Sophia and was right on target. However, after losing the baby weight I had to toss those and buy something that would support the receding milk bags. The newer compact size isn’t nearly as impressive but on the upside I won’t give myself a black eye should I ever wish to run or jog. I don’t do either but that option is more open now. I didn’t buy many of the new size since I don’t plan on nursing very much longer and will want to purchase something with my comfort in mind the next time around.

In July I went on a trip to Alaska and brought them all with me. On that trip there was another trip in which I packed a smaller version of my stuff. Of the bras that I brought on the original trip I only brought the one I was wearing for the trip within a trip.

I’m not at all used to busting out of my bras, even while I was filling a larger size I managed to keep everything all tucked away properly, so I was very surprised when I finished feeding Lukas and went to snap the cup flap back in place. I found that the whole cup had come undone from the shoulder strap. There I was in the middle of nowhere without a sewing kit, but I was in Alaska, so I fixed it…with a fishing swivel.

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55 Flash non-Fiction Friday: Pictures of You

Looking at the picture at the end of the book it didn’t fit the theme, or did it? Is it a clue or am I wishing too much? Am I putting pieces together that just don’t belong? Should I face the facts as presented or keep poking around until I reach a more favorable answer?

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Picture taken 7/25/2011 by a friend at my grandmother's cabin in Alaska

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