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two/thirds

Oh and Jason is 2/3 years old today. Hard to believe that it's a scant 4 months till we'll have two one year olds around. Zoë will be in a front facing car seat for our trip to Colorado. Crazy.

-J

One long roll for...

Well, Jason, too, is on the move. I think his current rolling record is about 12 feet. He started near the TV and ended up near the couch. I'm very happy at this development. He's a little behind and it's good to see him showing the precursors to crawling.

I don't remember if I posted earlier about this, but we got some lab work back on him and everything was negative. We don't expect to hear about his biopsy for another couple of weeks.

-J

One small step for ...

Well, before we get into that. Does a baby have to stay up for a certain amount of time before it counts as their first step? I mean, does a tenth of a second count?

Anyhow, before I left for work this morning, Zoë was standing by the couch (hanging on with both hands, as usual), facing it. I walked over to her and said, come here Zoë. I held my hands out to pick her up but kept them just out of reach. She looked behind herself, at me, and lifted one arm up to request a pick up. Well, I didn't budge, so I was still out of reach. She stretched even farther, but was still out of reach. Then she let go of the couch and took the tiniest step backwards toward me, then fell back toward the couch. She was kinda side ways at this point, with her left side against the couch. She had both arms held out, as did I, but I was still out of reach. She gave one of her frustrated grunts and took another small step toward me and then fell forward to her knees. I congradulated her on her step and picked up my briefcase to leave, at which point she exploded.

"What!?! You mean I just spent 3 minutes trying to get to you, ended up falling over and you're just going to leave?!?!."

So, at Bonny's behest, I picked her up and consoled her a bit.

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So, does it count? I figure the step was part of her attempt to leap into my arms. But it was a step never the less.

I don't know. She's probably done something similar around Bonny, or when neither of us were watching, but this is the first one I've seen.

-J

Busy Busy Busy

Even busy when we play. Trying to fit 3 hours of play in a half hour bag.

So, there is much to tell. I'll try and keep in chronological.

Jason is doing pretty well. They have him on a stool softener. They've also thickened his formula. They still don't have a cause but are treating the symptoms. So, in short he's eating and pooping more, as all babies should. This has had the pleasant side effect of making him more active. He's quickly mastering rolling over. I'd say two months max before he's crawling. He's also in much better spirits. So, considering how much he smiled before, he's smiling all the time now. However, he likes being left alone even less than before. He doesn't care for messy diapers (who can blame him), but now he has several more. And since he's more active, he wants someone with which to be active.

Zoë is also more active. Can you believe it? She'll be walking when ever she feels like it. She's prefering to focus on climbing now. She has no problems getting onto the couch and into and out of medium sized boxes. She seems to really like her toy box. She doesn't mind just sitting in it for extended periods of time. I'm sure I was just a weird when I was a kid. We are trying to find time and man power for getting her room ready. We moved those really heavy wooden shelves to the garage. So, we need to sketch and paint and then move all the furniture in.

Jason's proceedure went fine. They called it a surgery, but that would be using the loosest definition possible. He wasn't put under or anything, and he didn't even cry during it.

Oh, we did finally do his haircut. I know. I know. I'm supposed to have pictures. I'm working on it, but as I said, busy busy busy...

Jason has a kidney appointment this week. And, if I understood correctly, there are two court cases today for the termination of parental rights. We'll give updates when we hear more.

Okay, so I was sick yesterday. (Not doing to well today, but anyhow.) Bonny was heading to church with the kids. Well, she was running late and missed morning services. So, she was there just in time for worship. But when she got there everyone was leaving the building. They had worship an hour early. Someone stole the compressors out of the church building air conditioners. It was less than comfortable inside. When people showed up for class, they decided just to have worship and cancel the rest of services for the day. I personally think whoever did it wouldn't have even thought to do it, if they hadn't gotten the idea off of the evening news. Sometimes I think the news does more harm than good.

Anyhow, I told ya that story to tell you this one. Bonny decided to go to church in Arlington that evening. Well, apparently, Zoë was quite aware that I wasn't there. She decided that meant she could get away with more. That was when she transformed into a little monster. The situation was catalized by the fact that Bonny had only made it out of the house with one pacifier, and the fact that she's at a church where she doesn't know too many people. This all climaxed at the last song (which wasn't the last song). Jason got his bottle. Zoë was outragged. Where was her bottle. Nevermind the fact that she had eaten only and hour and a half ago. Well, Bonny mixed up a bottle. While Zoë does suck down her sippy cup like it will give her immortality, it should last her through a prayer. That's when they said, "Let's do one last song." Well, the sippy cup lasted long enough to get into the middle of the prayer. The single pacifier went into Zoë's mouth and she went nuts. She was not done eating. Bonny tried covering her mouth. She tried repremanding her. Finally she grabbed Jason's bottle out of his mouth and stuck it in hers. She was quite. Jason, however, was shocked. His eyes were huge. His mouth was still held open waiting for another suck. What had just happened? Had he done something wrong? "I mean, sure I was almost done, but I would have liked the last little bit."

He has such a good temperment. We really got spoiled with him.

Had I been there, I would have taken Zoë out and gotten her in trouble. As it was I talked with her when they got home. I really wonder how much of that she understands. I know good and well she wouldn't have understood punishment then.

She tries to make up for it by being sugary sweet. She has definitly learned to turn on the charm. She's even learned to fake it.

-J

P.S. How's that for an abrupt ending? Well, phoey on you. :) Here, how about this? There are rumors we could finalize the adoptions as soon as August. I don't understand all the particulars. So, don't ask. We also got a loan today to consolidate some credit cards. This should mean we can pay off the adoption costs that much sooner, and begin saving for the next one. And by saving I mean; pay off other day.

Double Digits and Fro no mo'

First off, we've decided to pay off some debt to my parents and then focus on money owned to the adoption agency. There are various reasons for this (few of which are financial), but suffice it to say, the thermometer should begin having more drastic moves. It had a minor move today.

Double Digits
Zoë is ten months old. 10!!! Can you even believe it?

Fro No Mo'
Jason is going to have to have a haircut soon. Currently, we can't stand the idea that he might look more grown up. So, we're putting it off. I held my hands up to block his fro, and Bonny went, "OH NOOO... He's a completely different person.

If we can ever stomach it, we're going put up before and after pictures.

-J

Left you hanging? (NSFL)

NSFL - Not safe for lunch.

That's what Bonny says anyhow. Jason seems to be doing some better. My grandmother got to spend some time around him. She has had several years of experience in the nursery of a hospital as an RN. (At least I think it was an RN. It might have been an LPN.) She said that Jason needed fluids and a suppository.

So, we got him some and ... uh ... administered them.

It was really quite pitiful. He cried when they started to work. We've given him one a day for three days, but it really seems to be helping. We are going to given him a few days break from them to see if his body can handle it on its own from here.

He is eating a lot better. It's hard to tell if he's gaining weight, considering how much weight the suppositories have made him lose. All in all, I think he's doing much better.

We have an appointment with a GI specialist on Monday. My grandmother said they probably wouldn't have a scale, so I think I'll head by our regular doctor's office early that morning and get him weighed.

Zoë is really enjoying our trip. I think she's overwhelmed by all the kids at church. NW Ark seems to be a much more fertile place than Fort Worth. She's eating a lot more kinds of solid food. She tried strawberries, mushrooms, cocktail sauce, non-blended sweet potatoes, ... all kinds of things ... at a buffet the other day.

Ah well. Enough talking at you bums, I have vacationing to do.

-J

Catheter

catheter noun

A hollow flexible tube for insertion into a wee wee to allow the passage of wee. Its uses include the drainage of urine from the bladder through the urethra.








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