The good news: Amelia is a healthy, hearty, 31 pounds (I know where my bicep came from!) We are consulting the car seat manual to see if it's time to upgrade to a booster seat because she's also TALLLLLL.
The bad news: The fluid in her left ear is affecting her hearing :( Her right ear has fluid, but it's not as bad. Shouldn't be affecting her hearing on that side. This explains the constant "huh?" we get....
I love my pediatrician and trust him 110%. Thankfully, he didn't have me screaming to the ear, nose and throat dr. He said a lot of times warm weather can help with the fluid, but he fears another ear infection. Miss Amels will be on a preventitive prescription for the next 6 weeks as a precaution, then a recheck. If fluid is still present...ENT Dr. and tubes :(
The thought of Amelia having surgery gives me high anxiety. I know it's best for her and I trust that my Dr. isn't going to throw me to the wolves unless it's in Amelia's best interest. But still....I'm having a hard time!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Today is the day....
Today is the day, my parenting abilities were TESTED...
Today is the day, I had to put MYSELF in time out....
Today is the day, I knew my mom was getting HER revenge for when I was this age.
Today is the day, I yelled...and realized I sounded just LIKE my mother.
Today is the day, Amelia spent MORE time in time out then she ever has.
Today is the day, I thought seriously about Amelia being an ONLY child.
Today is the day, I counted the MINUTES until nap/bedtime.
Today is the day, I VOLUNTEERED to make dinner, so I could "escape".
Today is the day, I wanted to run AWAY.
Today is the day, I sounded like a BROKEN record.
Today is the day, my daughter acted like a 2 1/2 year old and I JUST...WASN'T...READY.
Today is the day, I had to put MYSELF in time out....
Today is the day, I knew my mom was getting HER revenge for when I was this age.
Today is the day, I yelled...and realized I sounded just LIKE my mother.
Today is the day, Amelia spent MORE time in time out then she ever has.
Today is the day, I thought seriously about Amelia being an ONLY child.
Today is the day, I counted the MINUTES until nap/bedtime.
Today is the day, I VOLUNTEERED to make dinner, so I could "escape".
Today is the day, I wanted to run AWAY.
Today is the day, I sounded like a BROKEN record.
Today is the day, my daughter acted like a 2 1/2 year old and I JUST...WASN'T...READY.
Paying it forward....
Last summer my very good friend Kyla, who has 2 boys, wanted to get her garage clean and offered both a Little Tykes picnic and a Little Tykes swing/slide set. I thought this was perfect because these items tend to be expensive, and with how fast Miss Amels grows, wouldn't last long. I asked Kyla how much she wanted for both pieces and I was taken aback by her answer (only because, you don't hear this very often and I was overwhelmed with her generosity!) She said, "Nothing". I offered time and time again to give her SOMETHING and she just said she'd rather give it to someone she knows would use it. The picnic table worked perfect for her and cousin Henry at our annual 4th of July bbque/fireworks show. Amels also loved going down the slide and going "weee" on the swing. (plenty of pictures I have prove this!)
Now, my baby is growing up. She would much rather be a daredevil and go down the largest slide she can find at the park then this "Baby" slide...yes she'll still do it IF SHE HAS TO, but really she just looks at me like it's so elementary!
We tried to plan a garage sale last year, and failed. As you can imagine, the garage is now another year older, which has given us another year to fill it with CRAP. Old toys, boxes that....4 years later...still haven't been looked through. Ug! So when discussing getting said garage sale put together this year, we discussed the play set (the picnic table will stay, it still has use left in it). We have the perfect place in the back yard, on peet gravel and all, for a nice, large play set. Yes, those expensive ones that she'll use DAILY to justify the cost. (friends, feel free to come play!).
Our next door neighbors have an adorable little girl, P, who just turned one. I got to see P outside the other day, as with the weather we haven't seen her beautiful eyes lately! She's getting so big and is just walking! After talking with the husband, it was decided we would offer it to adorable Miss P before selling it. Would I ask for some type of monetary payment? No. Why? Because it would be going somewhere it would get used (and I'll have proof, we can see their backyard from our bedroom!) and it will be just perfect for Miss P by mid/end of summer when she starts walking more for the slide. To my delight, when offered today, Miss P's parents accepted and were washing it off this afternoon. It felt good, and I can't wait to hear the adorable little squeals from Miss P on her first trip down her very own slide!
"Damn it feels good to be a gangsta"-Ghetto Boys
Now, my baby is growing up. She would much rather be a daredevil and go down the largest slide she can find at the park then this "Baby" slide...yes she'll still do it IF SHE HAS TO, but really she just looks at me like it's so elementary!
We tried to plan a garage sale last year, and failed. As you can imagine, the garage is now another year older, which has given us another year to fill it with CRAP. Old toys, boxes that....4 years later...still haven't been looked through. Ug! So when discussing getting said garage sale put together this year, we discussed the play set (the picnic table will stay, it still has use left in it). We have the perfect place in the back yard, on peet gravel and all, for a nice, large play set. Yes, those expensive ones that she'll use DAILY to justify the cost. (friends, feel free to come play!).
Our next door neighbors have an adorable little girl, P, who just turned one. I got to see P outside the other day, as with the weather we haven't seen her beautiful eyes lately! She's getting so big and is just walking! After talking with the husband, it was decided we would offer it to adorable Miss P before selling it. Would I ask for some type of monetary payment? No. Why? Because it would be going somewhere it would get used (and I'll have proof, we can see their backyard from our bedroom!) and it will be just perfect for Miss P by mid/end of summer when she starts walking more for the slide. To my delight, when offered today, Miss P's parents accepted and were washing it off this afternoon. It felt good, and I can't wait to hear the adorable little squeals from Miss P on her first trip down her very own slide!
"Damn it feels good to be a gangsta"-Ghetto Boys
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Hi, my name is Megan and I'm a Gleek...
"HIIIIIIIIII MEGAN". It's true. While I'm a tad partial to musicals as it is, I didn't think a tv show could capture me the way this did! I watched the finale today, no I won't leave any spoilers. But boy was I a happy girl. DH made fun of me for crying, and cry I did. It kept me wanting more, and most importantly...singing along. Hulu it, watch reruns, Netflix it or buy it. Love it, embrace your inner Glee dork. Then join us Gleeks. It's a rad place to be (CAUSE WE'RE BRINGIN DA FUNK!).
Sunday, June 6, 2010
The Glynn Family garden, year 2, week 2- The Flood.....
It happened. We're upset. THE Flood. With over an inch of rain in less then 12 hours, the garden is 95% under water. Some plants have not made it. Some, we will wait and see when/if the water reseeds. I read that it's 6 days into June, and we've already far exceeded the average rainfall for this time of year. Disappointing. So now we wait, to see if our seeds don't come up when the water goes down. And we see if like people that make a living doing this, our crops are ruined :(
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Saturday, June 5, 2010
OMG I CUT HER HAIR!
No, not as drastic as I made it. Saturday morning humor. Ha. But I did cut it. And almost cried. I went into this weird, black out type state, trying to make sure I left her with SOME bangs...and as I cut the first time I was informed of what I was chanting over and over by my 2 1/2 year old. I hear her sweet little voice say "oh, God" back to me. Oops, must remember to watch what I say in an altered state. Needless to say, she still has bangs. They were getting too long and the poor child was falling all over herself (could just be that darn clumsy gene she got from mommy). It was traumatizing to mommy, Miss Amels lived just fine. And she doesn't have funky bangs, thank you very much. Although I do think this will be my last attempt at being a cosmetologist. Next time we're leaving it to someone with a license!
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