Although I'm sure this could be well used as a time out torture device, its better use is as "box boy", another superhero! Avery hasn't really been exposed to the Marvel super heroes yet, but he has no problem using his imagination to create his own superheroes (as you can clearly see below). Box boy refused to look at the camera as this would give away his true identity. What are his superpowers you ask? Well, we're not sure other than he is able to collapse quickly.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
beautiful weather and beautiful boys
It was 66 degrees outside so the boys and I headed out to play and enjoy the weather. Thought I'd share the cute pictures I took before being attacked by the menacing mosquitoes.
Why does it take 20 of this first one to get one good picture?
Friday, September 19, 2008
when boosters react
Last Thursday Avery went to the doc to get his 4 year old boosters for DTP, MMR, Chickenpox and Polio. Anytime he gets a shot you would think it was a near death experience for him... screaming, kicking, wailing, flailing and that's just at the doctor's office. By the time we're home, his legs no longer work (even when the shots are just in his arms). He has to be carried everywhere. And life will barely go on. He's never had a "real or documented" reaction. Just a kid's "normal" reaction. So Friday morning when he said his arm hurt a little, I thought nothing of it. It was probably just from sleeping on it. It was a little red, but the doctor said that happens sometimes. Then at 5:05 (five minutes after the doctor's office closed!!), I noticed his arm was red from shoulder to elbow and really hot. The nurses hotline said just to watch it and call the doctor Monday so they can document it. It didn't get worse... until Saturday when of course the doctor's office is still closed. So after a short call to the nurse hotline, they said take him to urgent care as soon as you can. What had changed? The size of his arm. It was now swollen two inches more than it should have been. After a week of an antibiotic, Benadryl and Hydrocortizone Cream his arm is back to its normal size. My boy's arm no longer looks like he is a weight lifter or on steroids. Thank God he doesn't get any more boosters until he's 12.
Doesn't he look so sad?
Friday, September 12, 2008
God works through poop... baby poop.
If the word poop offends you, don't read any further.
When Reichen was five weeks old I took him to see the doctor (who we think is the best pediatrician in the world). I was taking him in because I thought his poop looked funny. What can I say, I'm a first time mom with my second son as well. Well, his poop was colorful but fine. But God used his autumn poop for us to find out that he was very underweight. We thought he looked skinny, but I guess because we saw him every minute of every day that we didn't realize just how skinny he was. At two weeks Reichen was back at his birth weight which is normal. But at five weeks he had only put on about 5 ounces which is a dangerously small amount (if babies don't put on the right amount of weight, it can affect their brain development among other things). So we were sent to see a gastro specialist (who we think is the best gastro specialist in the world). The goal was to get Reichen to double his birth weight at 6 months while still being able to breastfeed. Each time we went to the specialist we saw improvements. Last week was his 6 month checkup and let's just say the boy is a porker. He has some pants that he should be able to wear, but can't because they won't go over his thunder thighs. I guess he gets that from me too! So what started out as a concern about the color of poop, ended up potentially saving our little guy's life.
When Reichen was five weeks old I took him to see the doctor (who we think is the best pediatrician in the world). I was taking him in because I thought his poop looked funny. What can I say, I'm a first time mom with my second son as well. Well, his poop was colorful but fine. But God used his autumn poop for us to find out that he was very underweight. We thought he looked skinny, but I guess because we saw him every minute of every day that we didn't realize just how skinny he was. At two weeks Reichen was back at his birth weight which is normal. But at five weeks he had only put on about 5 ounces which is a dangerously small amount (if babies don't put on the right amount of weight, it can affect their brain development among other things). So we were sent to see a gastro specialist (who we think is the best gastro specialist in the world). The goal was to get Reichen to double his birth weight at 6 months while still being able to breastfeed. Each time we went to the specialist we saw improvements. Last week was his 6 month checkup and let's just say the boy is a porker. He has some pants that he should be able to wear, but can't because they won't go over his thunder thighs. I guess he gets that from me too! So what started out as a concern about the color of poop, ended up potentially saving our little guy's life.
For the past four years God has used my boys to speak to me. And of course this situation was no different. And what could God possibly say? I have spiritual poop. Yes, spiritual poop. God's Word goes in my body (or in this case spirit) as truth. I chew on it, digest it, and God uses it to get rid of the toxins in my body ( or in this case spirit). But to keep those toxins from coming back in, I need to be more observant of what they are. It's easy just to flush, but maybe I should examine it first... and allow God to use it for something good.
Reichen at 6 weeks above.
Reichen at 6 months below.
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