As Gp Ray and Gm Barb pointed out, we knew he was not doing well over the weekend when his appetite started suffering. The kid went from eating like a horse to pushing on the tray and signing as best he could that he was finished. (Sometimes he even attempts to say “All done,” which sounds more like “Awwdum” or something to that effect.) He also stopped being cooperative in regards to taking his medicine — which didn’t help.
Over the last few days he steadily recovered. Last night I got him home from daycare to discover my boy was very happy and good again, despite a new injury at daycare. He was actually helpful, like tucking his bib under the tray himself, and not only allowing me to give him his medicine, but grabbing it out of my hands and making sure he got it all. (In this case, a measured dose in a plastic syringe, without needle, of course.)
07/23/08 Daycare Report
Ian had a good day. He loved splashing in the water out on our playground. Ian also did 3 signs today: Please, Eat and More 🙂 What a big boy.
07/23/08 Daycare INCIDENT Report
Ian had just finished washing his hands when he started running to his cot. He tripped and fell hitting his left eye on the edge of his cot causing a scuff/burn.
We still like this daycare quite a bit. At least they fully explain his injuries and it rarely sounds like he isn’t being watched. At our previous daycare we would sometimes hear “We’re not quite sure how that happened.” To which I always replied, in my head: “We’re not quite sure why we’re paying you.” The new daycare is much better about this. Accidents happen, I get that; it is when stupid adult decisions lead to my son being injured that I get upset. So far so good at the new place.
Here’s some great shots from daycare.
Ian’s communication skills have skyrocketed in the last week or so. He’s much better at signing, much better at speaking. We’re hearing all kinds of phrases now… a lot of them I think are simply more clear and recognizable, and others are brand spanking new. This picture is the sign for “please.” Rub your chest like it warms your heart. See this image larger.
The sign for “eat” (bring all the fingers together in a point on one hand and kiss the fingers of your hand repeatedly, like you’re shoveling food in) of which can also be used to say “food” or “hungry?” or “hungry!!!” See this image larger.
Here’s the sign for more. You just take your two hands and bring the fingers together in each hand, to a point… then bring both pointed finger groups to meet. This can be used for anything, but with Ian it generally means “more food.” See this image larger.
Woohoo! Water and some toy balls. That kid’s in heaven. (Nice to see that when you provide footies, they put them on him!) See this image larger.
If you’re happy and you know it, then screaming at the top of your lungs will surely show it. See this image larger.
Finally, a picture of his owwie. It’s sad to see him hurt, but if you look carefully at the shape of his eyes, you can see he was smiling a bit already when this shot was taken. That’s a good sign. (It’s already healed quite a bit!) See this image larger.
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On Saturday Ian’s temp was up at 104° to our dismay. We gave him some tylenol and he ended up back down at 101° shortly thereafter. He had slept horribly the night before, and some other weird things were happening. I had found some very strange substance in his diaper, bright green in color. And he wouldn’t stop crying.
We took him into urgent care that night and they checked his ears while doing other routine checks. Another ear infection. Melissa did the math before the doctor or myself could as we got home. It is his teeth again; he’s drooling non-stop (yes he always drools, but the flow increases dramatically when he’s teething) he has his hand in his mouth all the time, he’s cranky, he’s got cold-like symptoms… and a new gesture that neight of us have seen popped up. He grabs his own jaw, so that fingers are on one side near his cheek, and the thumb is on the other, squeezing the other cheek, as if to say “THIS is where it hurts.” Whenever he has had teething issues, the ear issues have followed. The doctor’s diagnosis is right, but more of a symptom than the true root cause.
So if he really has them coming in, and it isn’t just some shifting to get things in place, these will be his “second year molars” six months early.
The oddball diaper turned out to be a red herring as far as clues go. I believe it is simply Play-Doh or Crayons, which can be found at daycare.
I should also note that while Saturday and Sunday were horrible, Monday was only half-bad, he slept well last night, and seems to be doing pretty good today.
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This just in: During Ian’s bedtime story, he pointed at a block in the book that had an “A” on it and said “Ah.” We paused, startled. He then insisted “Ah! Ah! Ah!” Has he learned what the letter A looks like? Maybe!
• The day we got back from our trip I was holding Ian in my lap and held out his foot to the passing cat. The cat headbutted Ian’s foot. If you knee more about their relationship thus far, you’d understand what an anomoly this is; typically the cat doesn’t want anything to do with Ian. Perhaps he missed him?
• I truly did not mean to introduce Ian to video games this early, but we managed to find a Wii Fit at Best Buy the other week, and decided to give it a try as I had Reward Zone Bucks to use up (think of them as Best Buy coupons.) I think we just looked at the game where you have to “head” the soccer balls, and figured he’d enjoy giving it a shot… and of course he wants to play this all the time now. Regardless, I’ve got some cute footage of Ian playing it with some parental guidance that I’ll share next week.
• The other day the three of us were hanging out in the kitchen, and he began stomping his feet on the linoleum, akin to something like what you’d see in Riverdance, but without that whole rhythm complication. As he did this I joined him just for kicks. We both stomped around while Mama watched from the sidelines, and then he stopped, walked over to me, reached up and gently grabbed my hand so that we formed a line facing our audience, and began stomping with me again. It was adorable, but not easy to describe.
• Just yesterday (18th) Ian was sitting in his highchair, his face lightly coated with food, as Melissa and I set the table for dinner. As I noticed the growing pile of dirty dishes that had been accumulating in the sink for a few days, I asked Ian “Hey, Ian is it your turn to do the dishes?” At first he looked surprised, then furrowed his brow for a second, looked surprised again, and confused. Then said “Mama!” (The timing on this was priceless… it sounded like he was saying “it’s Mama’s turn!”)
• We’ve been letting him take his own milk bottle out of the adult-opened refrigerator lately. Today (19th) he tried to grab the mustard as well and I said “No-no-no-no, you don’t want that.” He waved to the bottle and said “bye bye!”
• This morning (19th) I heard the beginnings of actual colors being spoken. As he handed me different colored gears he mumbled words that sounded suspiciously close to the corresponding color, but not nearly clear enough to count as actually saying them. For example – “Rurh.” (Red.) “Ghee” (Green.)
You think that’s fun, junior, wait’ll we turn it on! Plus, as they like to say in slang on one of my favorite websites: Yer doin’ it wrong. (Video of the fun after we turn it on available hopefully soon, as mentioned above.) See this image larger.
Finally, a picture of the bike seat in action. That’s a brilliant smile on his face, no? Check that seat out… 3 point restraining system, padding for his body, a roller-coaster style restraining bar… this model is called “the limo.” See this image larger.
Included this one just for fun. The orange dots are there to help you locate the ends of his fingers. He slept on his hand for a few hours, can you see the hand print? See this image larger.
The Good, the Bad, and the Owwie
As Gp Ray and Gm Barb pointed out, we knew he was not doing well over the weekend when his appetite started suffering. The kid went from eating like a horse to pushing on the tray and signing as best he could that he was finished. (Sometimes he even attempts to say “All done,” which sounds more like “Awwdum” or something to that effect.) He also stopped being cooperative in regards to taking his medicine — which didn’t help.
Over the last few days he steadily recovered. Last night I got him home from daycare to discover my boy was very happy and good again, despite a new injury at daycare. He was actually helpful, like tucking his bib under the tray himself, and not only allowing me to give him his medicine, but grabbing it out of my hands and making sure he got it all. (In this case, a measured dose in a plastic syringe, without needle, of course.)
07/23/08 Daycare Report
07/23/08 Daycare INCIDENT Report
We still like this daycare quite a bit. At least they fully explain his injuries and it rarely sounds like he isn’t being watched. At our previous daycare we would sometimes hear “We’re not quite sure how that happened.” To which I always replied, in my head: “We’re not quite sure why we’re paying you.” The new daycare is much better about this. Accidents happen, I get that; it is when stupid adult decisions lead to my son being injured that I get upset. So far so good at the new place.
Here’s some great shots from daycare.
A Few Bad Days and Nights
On Saturday Ian’s temp was up at 104° to our dismay. We gave him some tylenol and he ended up back down at 101° shortly thereafter. He had slept horribly the night before, and some other weird things were happening. I had found some very strange substance in his diaper, bright green in color. And he wouldn’t stop crying.
We took him into urgent care that night and they checked his ears while doing other routine checks. Another ear infection. Melissa did the math before the doctor or myself could as we got home. It is his teeth again; he’s drooling non-stop (yes he always drools, but the flow increases dramatically when he’s teething) he has his hand in his mouth all the time, he’s cranky, he’s got cold-like symptoms… and a new gesture that neight of us have seen popped up. He grabs his own jaw, so that fingers are on one side near his cheek, and the thumb is on the other, squeezing the other cheek, as if to say “THIS is where it hurts.” Whenever he has had teething issues, the ear issues have followed. The doctor’s diagnosis is right, but more of a symptom than the true root cause.
So if he really has them coming in, and it isn’t just some shifting to get things in place, these will be his “second year molars” six months early.
The oddball diaper turned out to be a red herring as far as clues go. I believe it is simply Play-Doh or Crayons, which can be found at daycare.
I should also note that while Saturday and Sunday were horrible, Monday was only half-bad, he slept well last night, and seems to be doing pretty good today.
Home Stories
This just in: During Ian’s bedtime story, he pointed at a block in the book that had an “A” on it and said “Ah.” We paused, startled. He then insisted “Ah! Ah! Ah!” Has he learned what the letter A looks like? Maybe!
• The day we got back from our trip I was holding Ian in my lap and held out his foot to the passing cat. The cat headbutted Ian’s foot. If you knee more about their relationship thus far, you’d understand what an anomoly this is; typically the cat doesn’t want anything to do with Ian. Perhaps he missed him?
• I truly did not mean to introduce Ian to video games this early, but we managed to find a Wii Fit at Best Buy the other week, and decided to give it a try as I had Reward Zone Bucks to use up (think of them as Best Buy coupons.) I think we just looked at the game where you have to “head” the soccer balls, and figured he’d enjoy giving it a shot… and of course he wants to play this all the time now. Regardless, I’ve got some cute footage of Ian playing it with some parental guidance that I’ll share next week.
• The other day the three of us were hanging out in the kitchen, and he began stomping his feet on the linoleum, akin to something like what you’d see in Riverdance, but without that whole rhythm complication. As he did this I joined him just for kicks. We both stomped around while Mama watched from the sidelines, and then he stopped, walked over to me, reached up and gently grabbed my hand so that we formed a line facing our audience, and began stomping with me again. It was adorable, but not easy to describe.
• Just yesterday (18th) Ian was sitting in his highchair, his face lightly coated with food, as Melissa and I set the table for dinner. As I noticed the growing pile of dirty dishes that had been accumulating in the sink for a few days, I asked Ian “Hey, Ian is it your turn to do the dishes?” At first he looked surprised, then furrowed his brow for a second, looked surprised again, and confused. Then said “Mama!” (The timing on this was priceless… it sounded like he was saying “it’s Mama’s turn!”)
• We’ve been letting him take his own milk bottle out of the adult-opened refrigerator lately. Today (19th) he tried to grab the mustard as well and I said “No-no-no-no, you don’t want that.” He waved to the bottle and said “bye bye!”
• This morning (19th) I heard the beginnings of actual colors being spoken. As he handed me different colored gears he mumbled words that sounded suspiciously close to the corresponding color, but not nearly clear enough to count as actually saying them. For example – “Rurh.” (Red.) “Ghee” (Green.)