Well, after some super awesome happy fun time complications with my wisdom teeth removal (my doctor's diagnosis: "you should have had the procedure
done before you got so old"), we're back. There's a whole ton of stuff to right about (not literally, unless your reading this on an
ILLIAC or something), but right now, here's a bunch (literally this time: progress!) of
2010-11-09: So, Zoe went about 30 hours without pooping yesterday. Yes, I know that's more hours than there are in a day. I guess the poop drought technically started the day before and it came to a debacleous conclusion early this morning while I was trying to sleep or do anything that doesn't involve poop. No such luck for me. At around 3:45, a mere five minutes or so after I had fed her, changed her (wet) diaper and put her back down to sleep, she started yelling in a most unusual for 3:45 in the morning fashion. This is a good place to mention that Zoe has recently thrown her hat (she has several and they are all pretty awesome looking) into the ring to become recognized as the Sleepy Time Rolly Poly Queen of Chicago and Points East. As part of her campaign, she rolls over almost instantly upon being put to bed, sometimes shuffling off to her sleepy corner and sometimes throwing a fit about her situation. So, last night (or, if you will, unconsionably early this morning) after I put her down, she flipped her self over and filled her diaper with four to five diapers worth of poop. Science does not really allow for that to work. There was a significant amount of wardrobe changing and baby hosing off to do before I finally returned to bed to get five or ten minutes more of sleep before her Rolly Polyness decided that she didn't want to sleep on her stomach despite her insistence on rolling over onto said stomach and her unwillingness to roll back onto her back which she has proven to be capable of many times. That's a bit of a run on sentence, but I'm somewhat sleep deprived, so there's that. Anyway, she's been pretty much flipping herself over and yelling about it for the past eighteen hours. That may not be true (in fact, I'm fairly sure we did some stuff today), but I'll have to check with Niklas tomorrow so as to get my facts straight.
2010-11-22: Zoe has had a bit of a runny nose of late. Unfortunately, you can't get a five month old to blow her nose into a Kleenex. (In fact, it's a pulling teeth-esque challenge to get a four year old to do that with any efficiency.) Therefore, the weird snot bulb deal comes into play. Does Zoe enjoy that? The portion of her shrieks that are within my audible range indicate that no, she does not. I suppose it's possible that she's communicating to dogs building wide that she doesn't mind that much, but I doubt it.
Niklas has been having an awesome time of late at school. Last week, he made a turkey out of a potato. I have nothing further to report.
So, It was a big holiday weekend for Niklas and Zoe. On Thursday, Grandma and Grandpap Vennard came up for Thanksgiving dinner. They brought pillow pets for the kids, which was uber popular with Niklas and not objected to by Zoe. Niklas had a great time playing with his grandparents and Zoe did an awesome job of hanging out and looking cute. She took a nap during dinner while Niklas ate his weight in cranberry sauce, some rolls, the required amount of turkey and a ridiculously small bite of mashed potatoes. On the plus side, more mashed potatoes for me.
Grandma and Grandpa Meeker were up today. They introduced Niklas to the Elf on the Shelf, who apparently reports children's behavior to Santa Claus. Apparently, St. Nick found my reports to be biased. Anyway, Niklas once again tore it up playing with Grandma and Grandpa while Zoe comported herself like quite the young lady. A good time was had by all, especially once the Steelers finally beat the Bills.
Niklas got the jump on his holiday decorating on Friday:
He also watched the Grinch a bunch of times today. He's pretty excited about some sort of upcoming event.
2010-11-30: Zoe has added an horrific screech to her noise repertoire. It's sounds like what I imagine a pterodactyl sounds like. As soon as I get my time machine working, I'll get right on verifying that, likely causing ironic catastrophes for my future self. Anyway, she seems to enjoy the screeching, so she's been firing that off quite a bit over the past few days.
Niklas had a trip to the dentist today so as to get some cavity bugs removed. Apparently, my plant to let him to eat naught but raisins and drink naught but juice was not conducive to a high state of dental health. Sorry, pal. Luckily, he's cool with going to the dentist (he gets to watch cartoons there), so there's that.