I can lead my horse to water, but I can’t make her drink.
Putting Dorothy in the highchair at mealtime has completely changed the dynamic in our house. She doesn’t fight it at all, may not eat, but is pleasant and participates in table conversation.
sometimes she starts the meal in a regular chair, but after she gets up once we tell her that if she gets up again she’ll have to go in the highchair. Usually she asks to go in it right then. She sits and has at least a few bites of her meal.
I know that kids crave structure and routine. I can only imagine that this is part of it. Whatever it is, I’m just so glad its working.
dorothy does not like to sit at the table for meals. she rarely eats at home. i hear she eats at school, and she usually eats well when we go out. at home she is all over the place.
tonight we try something new. she will get one warning, and then she will get put in her high chair. we will do the same thing at breakfast, and again tomorrow at dinner.
a while ago we decided that we would no longer make special meals for her, she either eats what’s in front of her, or not. but we are not short order cooks. Many nights she goes to bed without eating anything. She usually does not act hungry, or seem upset by this at all.
But the dinertime hour here is madness, only made worse by the fact that she will not sit in her chair, and I am increasingly upset by this. Once the boys start eating it will really be crazy here, and if we do not institute some kind of order I might just go crazy.
If she doesn’t eat, she doesn’t eat. that’s fine. but she’s got to sit.
We might end up with 3 high chairs–one for each kid. but if that means everyone is sitting still for a few minutes it is fine with me.
we took these very fun videos of dorothy dancing last night
This is a fun video of Reid and then Adam wiggiling and talking:
Adam and Reid went into the pool for the first time last night
poor Reid drew the short straw and had to wear Dorothy’s old suit, but he didn’t seem to mind at all.
We cheered for Daddy at the St. Anthony’s Triathalon. He beat his goal of 2 hours and 45 minutes by 11 seconds. We don’t really care how fast he does it, we’re just proud that he did.
he was incredibly suprised and happy that we made it out to cheer for him. Next year we’ll be at the finish line!
And, the boys are 4 months old!
As usual, Adam is on the left. They are so smiley now. They like to coo and babble. Adam is more talkative than Reid right now. The interaction really makes a difference–makes me feel like I’m not doing all the drudge work for nothing. A smile really keeps me going.
All in all, we’re doing pretty well. We’re looking forward to next weekend when Nona, Papu and Bis Nona come to visit. They haven’t been here since January, we don’t think they’ll recognize Adam and Reid, and they’ll have a great time playing with Dorothy.
as I woke up this morning and rolled over to look at my clock to see what time it was.
the big red numbers read 5:50 am
and I had not been out of bed since I got in at about 9:30 pm
I’m not saying that this is the end of feedings at night. We still have to get through teething…twins teething.
but a few more nights of this and I could start to feel like myself again.
also, yesterday we reached a developmental milestone. The boys rolled from their fronts to their backs. Within minutes of eachother. It was really wild.
These are the two blankets I made/am making for the boys. The one on the left “adam’s blanket’ is done. I started it as soon as I found out I was pregnant, I finished the squares in October, and I just finished the border yesterday. all the ends are tied in, I just have to trim them. Yippee!
‘reid’s blanket’ got started in October, and was the project that ook up the majority of my time in the hospital. I guess when you knit something lying down it seems bigger than it really is. In fact my mom knit several strips on it when she was here in January. I guess I’ll pick that blanket back up to finish it. Wonder how long it will take me?
Included here for your viewing pleasure. Adam, and a closeup of the Mitred Square Blanket
Reid and a close up of the log cabin blanket:
and a suprise video debut for the boys. it is what it is:
When I lived in New Jersey, and even in Dallas, this was never a problem. But here, in Florida its a different issue.
Every year around this time I start looking for Breakstone’s Whipped Butter (salted) and Temp-tee whipped cream cheese–the Kosher For Passover versions. Today at Publix I found lots of other breakstone’s products that were K for P, but not the butter or cream cheese.
So, I become the crazy butter lady. you know, the one who asks the employees if they have the K for P versions in yet. And they look at me like I’m crazy. Because, “lady, the butter and cream cheese are right there on the shelf” and I’m like, “no, I need the ones with the special wrapper around the lid” and they say “well, we don’t have it.’ Today the guy I spoke to suggested that I try back again, since they get shipments in every day but Sunday.
and then I start calling all the other publix-es in the city to ask my crazy question.
Because its just not passover if I don’t have the whipped butter or cream cheese.
We’re engaging in a little horticultural experiment here. Dorothy recieved a gift from her Nona of Dora the Explorer gardening tools, gloves and some marigold seeds. all we needed to provide was the pot, some dirt and TLC.
the seeds were planted this weekend:
using the ‘rake’ to even out the dirt.
She didn’t want to touch the dirt because it was “dirty” but didn’t have any problem with the seeds:
Saturday afternoon Dorothy went outside with David to burn off some energy before dinner. They came back in REALLY quickly, and Dorothy looked kind of funny. Her eyes were watering and her mouth was red. And she was dry heaving.
David told me that she ate one of our hot peppers. She said, “these are really spicy and I’m going to try it” and just like that, she popped one in her mouth. Then she spit (most of) it back out. David said it all happened in slow motion, and he couldn’t get to here fast enough to get it out of her hand.
For dinner, she ate a yogurt drink and plenty of Haagen Daz chocolate ice cream. She washed it all down with A LOT of water. She was peeing all night long.
While she was extinguishing the fire, we were talking to her about not eating any plants outside because some of them can be poison. I’d say we were pretty lucky that all she ate was a chili pepper and not something worse. She’s still talking about it, and we’re still reminding her about not eating any plants.
I took the pictures yesterday on their 3 month ‘birthday’ and I present them to you today, just one day after. Some of them, especially of Adam are funny if you look at a bunch of them–he looks like a rapper with his hands. So, have fun, here they are:
if you click on them, you can see larger versions.
