I am a bit of a hypochondriac all the time, but I'm probably worse when I'm pregnant. I just never realized until Saturday how I might be rubbing off on my kids. I had a headache and a nosebleed when I woke up Saturday morning. Later in the day I felt like my face was really flushed and warm. I commented to my husband that I hoped that my blood pressure was not too high. (I'm not sure why my miscellaneous symptoms, all fairly normal during pregnancy, led me to speculate on my blood pressure.)
By Saturday evening, I had forgotten all about it, but I guess Gracie must have overheard me. While I was rocking Drew, Gracie brought out the plastic blood pressure cuff from her toy doctor kit. She proceeded to sit on the floor beside my rocking chair, wrap the cuff around both of her legs, and squeeze the little bulb three or four times. She looked closely at the gauge and then showed it to me. I made some comment about her blood pressure. She peered at the gauge again and asked, "Don't you think it looks a little bit high?" I reassured her that her blood pressure was just right, all the while promising myself that I would be more careful about my worries, especially the ones I express aloud.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
One Year
This morning I checked the date on my very first post, and it was exactly one year ago. I knew I started blogging sometime in May last year, because it was shortly before Drew's first birthday. I remember posting about baking his birthday cake and packing to go out of town to visit the grandparents.
It has been a good year. I didn't post as often as I would have liked to, but I didn't let my blog die completely, either. I have a lot of ideas to write about, so maybe I will post more often in the coming year.
I can hardly believe that Drew is almost two years old already. My mom had asked me earlier this week what he might want for his birthday. After thinking about it, I don't think he truly "wants" anything. He has plenty to eat, lots of hugs and cuddles, and way too many toys. I want to buy him a fabulous gift just to see his eyes light up, but that would be for me, not for him. So, last night my husband and I took Drew shopping to see what he might choose for his birthday gift. We went up and down every aisle in the toy department twice. We tried out the itty-bitty bicycle that was just his size. We looked at the tricycles and big wheels. We looked at trains and race cars. But the thing that Drew latched on to were two small stuffed animals, an Elmo and a Cookie Monster. He would not let them go. He would not pick one or the other. He would barely let them go so we could pay for them. They rocked in the rocking chair and listened to bedtime stories last night. They slept in the bed with Drew, and came to the breakfast table this morning. We spent a grand total of about $12 on Drew for his birthday, but he seems content.
Today is birthday-cake-baking day again. Gracie will undoubtedly want to "help," making the process take at least 50% longer, so I need to get busy.
It has been a good year. I didn't post as often as I would have liked to, but I didn't let my blog die completely, either. I have a lot of ideas to write about, so maybe I will post more often in the coming year.
I can hardly believe that Drew is almost two years old already. My mom had asked me earlier this week what he might want for his birthday. After thinking about it, I don't think he truly "wants" anything. He has plenty to eat, lots of hugs and cuddles, and way too many toys. I want to buy him a fabulous gift just to see his eyes light up, but that would be for me, not for him. So, last night my husband and I took Drew shopping to see what he might choose for his birthday gift. We went up and down every aisle in the toy department twice. We tried out the itty-bitty bicycle that was just his size. We looked at the tricycles and big wheels. We looked at trains and race cars. But the thing that Drew latched on to were two small stuffed animals, an Elmo and a Cookie Monster. He would not let them go. He would not pick one or the other. He would barely let them go so we could pay for them. They rocked in the rocking chair and listened to bedtime stories last night. They slept in the bed with Drew, and came to the breakfast table this morning. We spent a grand total of about $12 on Drew for his birthday, but he seems content.
Today is birthday-cake-baking day again. Gracie will undoubtedly want to "help," making the process take at least 50% longer, so I need to get busy.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Boom!
Drew fell down the stairs the other day. I should have been watching him more carefully, so I felt terrible about it.
When you walk in our front door, we have six steps leading up to the main floor (with the kitchen, living and dining rooms, and bedrooms) and six steps leading down to the family room and laundry room. We were just coming in from outdoors, and I had my hands full, so I left Drew standing by the front door. The open door was blocking the way to the stairs going down, so I thought if he moved, he would most likely follow me up the stairs. He is fairly good at going up stairs by himself. Instead, he decided that he needed to shut the front door, so he was trying to go around the door to push it closed. The landing at the front door is small, and I happened to look down (I had put the things I was carrying down and was headed down to get him) just when he was teetering with his heels over the edge of the top step going down. My heart almost stopped as he tumbled down. I ran downstairs and picked him up. He cried for about a minute. I cried for about ten minutes.
When my husband got home from work that evening, he told Drew, "I heard you went boom down the stairs today." Drew's face just lit up, and he said, "Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom over boom stairs!" He seemed so proud of himself.
Since he was not injured at all, I can laugh about it now. I'm glad my little boy is so tough!
When you walk in our front door, we have six steps leading up to the main floor (with the kitchen, living and dining rooms, and bedrooms) and six steps leading down to the family room and laundry room. We were just coming in from outdoors, and I had my hands full, so I left Drew standing by the front door. The open door was blocking the way to the stairs going down, so I thought if he moved, he would most likely follow me up the stairs. He is fairly good at going up stairs by himself. Instead, he decided that he needed to shut the front door, so he was trying to go around the door to push it closed. The landing at the front door is small, and I happened to look down (I had put the things I was carrying down and was headed down to get him) just when he was teetering with his heels over the edge of the top step going down. My heart almost stopped as he tumbled down. I ran downstairs and picked him up. He cried for about a minute. I cried for about ten minutes.
When my husband got home from work that evening, he told Drew, "I heard you went boom down the stairs today." Drew's face just lit up, and he said, "Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom over boom stairs!" He seemed so proud of himself.
Since he was not injured at all, I can laugh about it now. I'm glad my little boy is so tough!
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