October 31, 2006

Kael's Pumpkin Shots

Much love for the sliminess that is the pumpkin. Did enjoy himself. Was smiley and cute.
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Raegans Pumpkin Shots

So... Um... Yeah. Not so fun this year.
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After 28 years of speculation, Matt finally went to the Dermatologist.

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  • Thank you God for not passing this on to our children. Thank you God for sparing us the possibility of Harlequin Ichthyosis or one ov the other variations in our children, as it was a possibility that we didn't even know about.

    I didn't know how blessed we really were until just this moment.

    October 29, 2006

    Growing Boy

    Kael is hungry.
    All. The. Time.
    SO...... Toss out old previous plan to wait on foods till he is 6 months and bring in new plan to offer him foods... and see what he thinks. Last night it was mixed vegetables. Daddy got the chore..which was just about as cute as things get, really. Despite the look on his face... he LOVED IT! Raegan spat out as much or more than she swallowed.. and that was at 6 months when we started foods with her! No tongue thrust reflex issues here! This kid swallowed EVERY bite offered to him! This afternoon it was banana cereal... he ate 2 tbsp before I decided he'd had enough and nursed him to top off his "tank". It is 2 hours later... and he is HUNGRY AGAIN! So, I think we're going to be offering him foods regularly now. He is more than ready.. opens WIDE for the spoon and swallowes the food rather then spitting it out. What a fast growing boy!~!~
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    Halloween Practice

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    October 27, 2006

    Strongest Dad in the World

    [From Sports Illustrated, By Rick Reilly]

    I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay
    for their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots. But compared with
    Dick Hoyt, I stink. Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles
    in marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a
    wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day.
    Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike.
    Makes taking your son bowling look a little lame, right? And what has Rick
    done for his father? Not much--except save his life.

    This love story began in Winchester, Mass., 43 years ago, when
    Rick was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs. ``He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life;'' Dick says doctors told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine
    months old. ``Put him in an institution.'' But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was anything to help the boy communicate. ``No way,'' Dick says he was told. ``There's nothing going on in his brain.'' "Tell him a joke,'' Dick countered. They did.
    Rick laughed. Turns out a lot was going on in his brain. Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? ``Go Bruins!'' And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the school organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, ``Dad, I want to do that.'' Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described ``porker'' who never ran more than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he tried. ``Then it was me who was handicapped,'' Dick says. ``I was sore for two weeks.'' That day changed Rick's life. ``Dad,'' he typed, ``when we were running, it felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!'' And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon. ``No way,'' Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ra ran anyway, then they found a way to get into the race officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the following year. Then somebody said, ``Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?'' How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick
    Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour
    Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud getting
    passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you think? Hey,
    Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? ``No way,'' he says. Dick does
    it purely for ``the awesome feeling'' he gets seeing Rick with a
    cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together. This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things,
    happens to be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the time ``No question about it,'' Rick types. ``My dad is the Father of the Century.'' And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries was 95% clogged. ``If you hadn't been in such great shape,'' one doctor told him, ``you probably would've died 15 years ago.'' So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life. Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass., always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's Day.
    That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to
    give him is a gift he can never buy. ``The thing I'd most like,'' Rick types, ``is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.''

    Here's the video....

    **Davinie, find a computer with a sound card. I've been watching this over and over all day, crying each time. You NEED a sound card. **

    The Littlest Cousins

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    Just Makes My Day

    More Smockity Goodness

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    October 26, 2006

    A Smockin' Good Time

    This is SO Smockin' Fun!
    A Smock a Day keeps the... stains away.
    This Old Man, He Played Smock... He played nick-nack...your smocks ROCK!
    See that? That's a smock pocket.
    Smock pocket... Oh Yeah.

    I am now a sewer of smocks. I like smocks. Raegan now wears smocks. Want to wear a dress? Here, honey, have a smock.

    Smock smock smock.


    **update** Am now working on smock number FOUR. Am somewhat smock-happy. Smock craziness around here. Smockity smock-smock. Have a favorite fabric remnant? 3/4 yard at least? Mail it on over. I'll turn it into a smock.

    (day after) Hump Day Question

    To perm or not to perm, that is the question.

    Perms. In style kind of or SO 10 years ago? Am thinking of volumizing my limpy-poo straight hair with a bit-o-perm. Not poodle-perm ( we will not go there, no we won't) but big and somewhat bouncy perm. Body perm. Permy perm. Yes? No? Maybe so?

    He's So Funny.

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    October 24, 2006

    Direct Deposit

    20 minutes into nap time I hear it. Giggles. I go into her room to see Rae sitting on her bed surrounded by all of her books.

    "Ni-Night time, Raegan, time to go to bed!"

    "Poo Pot-Pot?" she replies. I know this ploy. This is the I-don't-want-to-go-to-sleep-so-here's-my-diversion tactic.

    "Ugh, OK, lets go poo pot-pot." and I lead her into the bathroom. I sit her on the potty and hand her a book, going back into her room to put all the rest of her books away.

    A few minutes later I go back into the bathroom to get her down and get a diaper on her. Ploy and deversion over.

    But! But!

    As I get her off the potty I see it..........

    Ladies and Gentlemen, we have DIRECT DEPOSIT!!!!!!!

    And no, not a tiny deposit. Big, one-a-day kind of deposit!

    Not an accident, not a lucky catch, we have INTENTIONAL direct deposit of #2 into the POT POT!!!!!

    Big step forward for us.

    Had to share.

    I think I'm gonna put her in panties the rest of the day and put a pot-pot in her bedroom so she can sit on it during nap time if she needs to.

    October 23, 2006


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    Thumb? I don't NEED no Stinkin' THUMB!

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    We Both Have Lessons to Learn.

    Raegan has a hard time with the whole "direct deposit" aspect of #2 in the pot-pot. Today, before nap time, she asked to go potty, poo pot-pot. OK! We get to the bathroom and I take off her diaper, discovering that she had already completed 1+1. I said, as I tipped the contents into the potty:

    "Oh NO, Raegan! Oh NO! you pood in your diaper! Not in the pot-pot, you pood in your diaper! Oh no!"

    She said:

    "Damn it!" and flushed the toilet, running bare-bottomed into her room for a new diaper.

    So, um, Yeah. Things for us both to work on...