Today's weigh in: 230.2
Yep. Same old same old.
Let's see...Had a nice Thanksgiving, just us. The dinner came out pretty good, and I even made my husband's aunt's famous chocolate pie. Came out yummy. I will probably have to do a lot of practicing to get it to come out just like hers, but I can live with the results for now.
Had to take Ian in to a pediatrician for a prolonged bout of diarrhea. His poop still isn't right, hasn't been for like a month. Probably started as a virus, and now I'm pretty sure the combo of teething and his first solid food has combined to keep the negative poopage going. [First solid food was rice cereal, and then squash, and just today bananas. He doesn't seem to like any of it.] He's sleeping a bit better, usually waking up about every 2-2.5 hours but the past few nights waking about every 3-4. He just keeps growing and getting cuter, I've gotta say. I do wish he'd sleep longer, though...
Brendan had his own milestone, just this past week: his first emergency room visit. Monday evening after his bath, Brendan was racing around the room, chasing/being chased by Amos (we're dog-sitting). I didn't see it happen (I was washing Ian), but apparently he tripped and went headfirst into his time-out bench. He split his left eyebrow length-wise about an inch. My husband was reluctant to take him to the ER; he thought we should go get some surgical glue and butterfly strips and take care of it ourselves (but this is a guy who has a lot of scars, some of which probably should have been stitched up once upon a time). So I insisted, and the ER nurse backed me up when we got there. Took forever; we were at the hospital for well over three hours. Brendan was great. He hardly cried when it first happened, and he was in great spirits the rest of the time, with the exception of the actual stitching (they rolled him in a sheet like a burrito, and my husband had to hold his feet down while the nurse held his head, and he just wailed). He hasn't been very careful this week, but he's managed to not pull any of the five stitches he received out (yet). My hubby will take him back to the ER probably Monday or Tuesday to get them removed. I managed not to cry, barf, or pass out, which I feel to be a major triumph.
Well, that's everything so far. We're gearing up for Christmas, and I'm trying to keep Brendan from destroying all the decorations. We'll see what makes it through the holidays. :)
