So I decided that Bug needed her hair trimmed. Her first cut was done by my hair lady, the second time I trimmed it. I thought I did a really good job, so thought I could do it again. Well, this time I kept trimming trying to even things out and she ended up looking like a little boy. Her hair is short. I didn’t even really cut the back yet, so it’s kinda a mullet too. Good thing it will grow. You can’t even call it a pixie cut. Poor girl. I told Daddy just to tell people that Bug cut her own hair.

Before

After

Her hair is pretty messy in these pictures, so it looks even worse.   I couldn’t get her to look at me very well either, she was too busy being silly!

Littlest went up to the eye doctor on Friday to test her one last time for the retinopathy of prematurity and also to test her vision.  The good news is that she has absolutely no ROP in her right eye and her left eye has just a trace in zone 3, so he’s confident that will go away soon.   He then looked in her eyes and used those hand-held lenses and a light.  I’m still not sure how he checks it, but he said that she didn’t need glasses right now.  She probably will later because of her prematurity and also because she’s our child and we both wear glasses.  So we don’t have to go back to the eye specialist again until September.   Whoohoo!   I’m glad.  It’s no fun taking her there, having about three sets of drops put in her eyes, then they torture device that keeps her eyes wide open while he puts in another set of drops and uses the miniscule Q-tip to poke and keep the eye from moving.   Then he shines the light in for what seems like forever.   She does really well - they give her Sweeties (a sugar/water solution) and her binkie to help soothe her.  She doesn’t like having all that done to her eyes, but she doesn’t cry either. 

Bug was a good girl again during the hour or more for the exam.  She and Daddy played with Legos and Daddy held her a lot.  Whenever Daddy would start to hand her to me, she would cry.  She wanted her Daddy!   I’m amazed at myself.  I didn’t take it personally.  I just think of when Daddy and I are sitting on opposite ends of the couch - Bug goes and lays on one of us and then goes over and lays on the other.   She will go back and forth until she falls asleep or gets bored and wants down.   I know Bug is Daddy’s girl, but also I know she loves her Mama.  

Littlest isn’t going to be the littlest for much longer.   That little girl is growing.   Her goal with the feeding clinic is 25 grams a day, which she hasn’t been reaching.  She has been about 21 grams a day.   Well, with a few changes over the last week, Littlest woke up and smelled the formula.   She is now 7 pounds 8 ounces and has gained an average of 31 grams a day over the last week.    She looks and acts  more alert.   The pediatrician is very happy with her progress.   Next week Littlest goes in for an evaluation with the Infant/Toddler early intervention program to evaluate her to see where she is as far as development.  Tomorrow she sees the eye doctor and will do a final test for her retinopathy of prematurity and test her eyesight (which should be interesting).   Hopefully all her appointments will slow down soon.  

Bug is having some separation anxiety when we drop her off at daycare lately.  It’s hard to see her cry like that.   Yesterday I went back and peeked in on her after about 5 minutes and she was smiling and clapping.   She’s fine.   She has been just a happy little critter lately and just all lovey dovey.    The girls are good. 

Why, why, why do they make baby/toddler clothes in white and other very light colors? It looks so pretty and pristine once and then in a matter of seconds - poof, splat, spit - the beauty is gone. They need to make a magic stain eraser detergent to keep it looking that new clean. I’m getting pretty good at removing stains, but it takes some effort and now I’m determined not to let any of them get the best of me. I will win the stain war- HA!

Daddy graduated from WSUV this last Saturday.   He has his Bachelor’s now and also a professional writer’s certificate.  

Good Job Daddy!

I hope everyone had a wonderful Mother’s Day and was able to be pampered and cherished.

So I guess it wasn’t a horrible day.  My family loves me and I love them. 

We got a registered letter in the mail the other day.  It was from the health department.  Somebody (we think the neighbors we are odds with) filed a complaint about the smell of the septic problems.   In the letter they said we needed to contact two certain people.   Ummm….DUH, those people already know.  In fact, they were at our house just last week!  The other part that is stupid about it, our front yard is kinda dug up, it has lots of flags and blue ribbons and then the orange locator paint.  So does the back yard.  What do they think we were doing - having it professionally landscaped?   Holy crap, it’s unbelievable.   The other stupid thing about it - if it is the people we think it is, they have an obvious health violation as well.   We’ve gone through several things with these people from the police to animal control.   Each time it’s stupid stuff and each time we could turn them in for something as equally stupid or worse (like their dog attacking our or their dog biting Daddy).   Dumb dumbs.

It’s almost like the crazy guy we saw on NW 23rd one time, he saw an ant or something on the ground and kept saying “My pet, my pet, my pet, my pet, my pet….”

Bug and I are very sick - throwing up and diarrhea. Too much information I know. It’s horrible.  Littlest is having a hard day too.   She is mostly on NeoSure formula instead of mostly breastmilk and I don’t think her little tummy tolerates it.   She has been crying a lot.   The NeoSure smells awful, I don’t know how she can eat it.   I made some up last night and it made me throw up.  It is just gross.   The only way I can describe the smell is that it compares to the smell of regular formula that has sat in Bug’s stomach for a little bit and then thrown up.   Gross, I know, really gross, but it is gross.  

Anyhow, Bug and I are sleeping a lot, a lot of clothes changes for Bug, and applesauce and toast.   Ain’t life good!

Okay, bad joke I know, but I keep thinking about it, then laughing at my clever self.   (FYI - WIC is Women, Infants, and Children program that helps low income families with milk, cheese, cereal.  A wiccan is someone who practices Wicca or witchcraft - thus the very poor taste, bad joke).

Enough of that nonsense.   Yesterday all four of us traipsed off to the appointment for the girls and I.   All three of us were weighed (grrr) and measured (I lost an inch in height somewhere, I think it went to my waist).  Bug and I also had our blood tested to see what our iron levels were.   They showed us a different perspective on how the girls were doing.  Bug, who is in the 25-30th percentile for height and weight overall, but when you compare her to the girls in her height/weight group, she is in the 90th percentile, so basically a bit chubby.   Littlest is in the 3rd percentile for height and weight overall, but is a perfect 50% when compared with her own group.   We won’t talk about me other than to say I weigh only slightly less than I did when I was last pregnant.   I had to laugh when they told me what serving sizes were for Bug’s age group.  Apparently they haven’t see our girl eat!   They said about a tablespoon of meat like chicken is considered a serving - our girl can put away much more than that.   Even the fruits and vegetable servings seem so tiny for Bug.   She has a very healthy appetite. 

What do these three things have in common?  Absolutely nothing!

Last night we all packed up the car and went to church.  I used to go to New Heights before I met Daddy, so I had an idea of how things would go and what type of pastor Matt is.   It went pretty well.  Bug absolutely loved the music and all the people.  She clapped and danced with a huge smile on her face.   When the sermon started, she was so antsy, Daddy and I took turns taking her out of the santuary.  I swear someone had been feeding that child sugar or Motrin.  I listened to almost all the sermon on the “listening device” out in the lobby, although I couldn’t tell you exactly what it was about.  I think something along the lines of why God put difficult people in your life.   At one point a nice lady stopped and talked to us.   She got down on the floor and talked to Bug and Bug crawled right over to her and into her lap.   Hmmm, no stranger danger there - must work on that.  All the open lobby area excited Bug to no end - she would put her head down and crawl as fast as she could.  I looked away for a second and crash - Bug had run right into a planter and she kinda bounced off of it - BOING!  She just gave the planter a dirty look and kept on going.  We went back in for the last song which showed some really cool graphics.  I think it went well other than Bug being so wound up.  Littlest could hardly care where we were.  The music was so loud, Daddy fashioned some ear plugs for Littlest.   I know we could have taken Bug down to the nursery during the service, but it was our first time there and Daddy didn’t feel comfortable having strangers taking care of our girl.  

Now onto the tantrums.   Bug has reached the tantrum phase of her development.  If things aren’t going her way, she sits down, bends over, and puts her head on the floor with a lusty cry.   Sometimes she will just lay on the floor and cry.  Or if you are holding her, she will arch her back and try to get away from you. It has been happening more and more.   We have just been ignoring her or telling her to enjoy her tantrum.   Not sure how to handle it, but yesterday it was getting out of hand.  I think it must have been because she didn’t feel good and didn’t get a second nap in.  It was one of those “if you look at me wrong, I’m going to have a tantrum” type of days.   She had a little one at church just as the sermon started and we were out of there toot-sweet.   I hope they don’t last too long or I’m going to start having them too.   Bug has a stomach bug today.   She tossed all her green bean in the night.   Daddy said he woke up at one point and there were green beans in the bed - yuck!

Yesterday she helped Daddy plant a few more flowers and tried out a little dirt clod…

but it was yucky!

Hey, who hasn’t eaten a little dirt in their lifetime.   It was front yard dirt, not back yard dirt, so not too worrisome. 

Finally, what is up with people buying rice like crazy.   I know they’ve said in the news that there is a shortage and the price was going up, but I figured it was hype and not that serious.   Well, at both Walmart and Costco, they have almost no rice.   It was weird.   We have a bunch of rice already, but I’m almost ready to go out and buy some more.   I had finally found the Texmati rice we love at Walmart and it was $2 cheaper than normal, but now it probably be $5 more than normal.   The world, or rather the U.S., is falling apart - God help us.