So, it’s been a bit busy, and I can’t seem to stay awake (or up to date with my e-mail) long enough to write. I know I need to. Things keep happening, things that I want to remember.
Ashlin has a new trick – blowing spit bubbles in her sleep. She was doing this during our almost-daily evening walk. Teagan thought it was the bomb. Bubbles!
Teagan’s been growing so fast. Her vocabulary is exploding. Verbal skills just zooming along. Four word sentences, sometimes even five, are the norm now. She remembers things! And the thoughts – yes thoughts! – she comes out with. So fun.
Whiskers are a “tickle mess.” One sentence we hear over and over is “Ouch? Kiss. All better, Teagan kiss.” And then a big sloppy kiss is planted on whatever she deemed the”ouch.” Curious George is a “bad bad monkey,” never just a bad monkey. “Buggies” are “ewwww.” I’m sure there’s more, but I can’t think of them now.
She’s now wearing 24/2T clothes – 34 inches tall. Still 50th percentiles, but she’s so big now. I know she looks a bit bigger, thanks to Ashlin, but still. Her face has changed. She’s taller. Clumsy, as always, she’s not as bad as she was. She may not ever be a ballerina She doesn’t look where she’s going.
Her hair is getting longer, and it’s not quite as funny as it was. Day Care will put it up in one top pony tail, I can do two cute ones on the sides. She has amazing curls in the back. Her bangs probably could use a trim.
She was a bit sick yesterday. Mystery fever. Poor kid. Woke up from her morning nap with a 101°F fever that soon became as high as 103.9°F. We knew she didn’t feel well as she sat still on Stu’s lap, for almost two hours, watching videos on the laptop. Yay YouTube. She napped again, early, for another 2.5 hours. Five hours of nap? She’s a sick kid. After the afternoon nap, she snuggled with me for another hour or so. She didn’t want to eat. There was no argument about bedtime either.
She did wake up at 3am or so. I was up nursing Ashlin, so went to her, checked her temp. It was 98.8°F or so. Better. Stu and I let her sleep this morning, and she woke up almost an hour later than normal – around 8:30. She was hungry and a bit subdued, but almost her usual self. Such a relief.
Isn’t this a lovely view for lunch? Friday after my (weekly!) beach walk, I got to watch the ocean while I ate :) It doesn’t get better than that. Ashlin wasn’t very impressed:
I can see forever
So, anyway. I’m going to try to post more often, better. Hopefully when I’m awake.