Those Rotten Shots!

At Sophia's 2 month check-up appointment last week I found out that she weighs 11 pounds 4 ounces and is 21.75 inches long. This puts her in the 60th percentile for weight and the 25th for length. I have to say that I think her length measurement is off; I think she's longer than that. The nurses say that it's hard to get the correct measurement because it's difficult to get infants to stretch out to their full length. I was pleased with Sophia's weight gain. This means I can let her sleep as long as she wants at night and not have to feel like I should be waking her up to feed her. She continues to be a great sleeper, sleeping 6-7 hours at night. I was always jealous of those moms who had babies that slept that long, and now I am one! Yeah! As usual the bad part of the appointment was the shots. She had to get four, two in each thigh. Boy, did she scream! I hate those shots because the babies have no idea it's coming or why you're hurting them. Sophia even bled through the band aid and all over my shirt. I don't remember Olivia bleeding at all. Sophia was a trooper and only cried for a few minutes. Not until after her nap did she get fussy, and then she really let me know what she thought about the whole thing. I guess her legs got stiff while she was sleeping because she woke up screaming and did stop for about an hour. I tried massaging her legs and giving her a bath as the doctor suggested, but that only made it worse. I only had Motrin, which I don't think you're supposed to give to infants. I wasn't to thrilled about attempting to take a screaming baby and a toddler to the drug store, so I waited almost 2 hours for Yale to get home from work to give her some Tylenol. As you can imagine it was pretty hard to give Olivia much attention during this time. Overall, she was very patient. While I was getting a bath ready for Sophia, both girls were on the bed in Sophia's room. Sophia was really wailing, and Olivia was eating a snack. When I came into the room to get Sophia, Olivia was saying, "Nice." I wasn't sure why and was so distracted I didn't think much about it. That was until Olivia kept repeating it and I spotted a chunk of her cereal bar in Sophia's mouth. Olivia thought sharing her snack might help her sister feel better! It was a sweet gesture, I'm just glad Sophia didn't choke! Fortunately after the Tylenol kicked in, Sophia was able to take a nap and seemed like she felt much better. Yale took Olivia to the park and gave he lots of attention to reward her for being so patient during this whole ordeal.

Words to Remember

These are some of the things that Olivia says that crack us up. We want to be able to remember them to to tell her about them when she is older. *Sleepeem = sleeping *Phia = Sophia *O-ee = Oli (Yale’s nick name for Olivia) *O sakes. Wha’s wong? = Goodness Sakes. What’s wrong? (She says this when Sophia is crying) *Ma-ee = mommy *Butt = belly button *Cups = hiccups *Care-oo = carry you (this usually means she wants you to carry her) *I gashoo = I got you (she says this when she wants someone to chase her) *Blue blues = blueberries (her favorite food, which she asks for all the time) *Piscker = picture *Smell = smile (she uses a plastic child lock for the cupboard door as her camera and holds it right next to Sophia’s face and says, “Smell. Piscker.�) *Stinkies = a poopy diaper *Shoff = shoe off *Run around = she says this in place of turn around. For example, if she is flipping a book over, she calls it run around. *car steat = car seat *beeg = big *zipper do dah = zippity-do-dah *yucas or mucas = music

Super Sleeper and Atomic Drops

I can't tell you how happy I am to report what a great sleeper Sophia is. Last night she slept from 9:00 to 4:00. 7 hours!!! Can you believe it? I have to say I feel a little weird about it; like I should wake her up and feed her. At the same time, why ruin a good thing? She seems to be gaining weight just fine, so I think I will take the sleep when I can get it. This wasn't just a fluke either. In the past week she's slept 6 hours straight two different times. We've also been getting to see lots of smiles from Sophia. Nobody can tell me all of these smiles are a result of gas. Now, sure the kid has a lot of gas, but when I pick her up and start talking to her and a huge grin spreads across her face with no evidence of gas passing, I'm pretty sure that smile is meant for me. I especially get a kick out of it when she sticks her tongue out of the middle of her toothless grin. She keeps her tongue pretty busy, which we find pretty entertaining. Olivia seems to truly enjoy being a big sister. I have to be careful when I leave her alone in a room with Sophia because I often find her trying to hug Sophia or cover her with a blanket. You might be thinking, "Now what's wrong with that? That sounds sweet." There's nothing wrong, except when you consider how clumsy toddlers can be. Often a hug is more like a full tackle, and laying a blanket on a baby becomes something resembling an inverted atomic drop. Pushing Sophia (or Fia as Olivia calls her) in her stroller is another way Olivia expresses her sisterly love. Yale and I decided to take the family to a nearby mall last night to escape the sweltering heat. We thought Olivia would enjoy playing at the indoor playground there, but she was more interested in pushing Sophia rather than jumping off of the humongous insects. We have to help her with steering and make sure she doesn't fly recklessly down the ramps, but otherwise she does a very good job. It's also a way to burn off some of that endless energy she possesses.