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a) Josh took the kids to the Berkeley Bowl to pick up a few things that Safeway didn’t have – he took both of them so I could get a break and nap. Yet, here I am, unable to sleep. Gah. So instead I bought a crockpot.

b) Lindsey’s on Prilosec right now to help with reflux. It is a drug that’s supposed to stop her belly from making acid, which may be working right now, but she keeps gurgling up my milk and that keeps all of us up at night. We’re kind of dying. Gurgle, spit, gurgle, spit. Blah. I am almost a week into dairy elimination, so we will see how this goes, but what else can we do? Just wait until her gurgle flap grows in? It sounds like she’s drowning. And it only happens at night. During the day, trace, but nothing nearly as bad as it is at night – and we have her sleeping propped up in a boppy pillow. I might try hanging her in one of these things next! (just kidding, I mean, really – not going to hang Lindsey at the Oakland Airport for us to get a good night’s sleep!)

c) I am a cow. I do nothing but nurse, nurse, nurse. She cluster feeds at night and goes maybe 90 min during the day, the occasional nap notwithstanding. If I weren’t fatigue-tired, I am most certainly physically-tired. I feel the life force draining out of me when she feeds! Hello overdramatic.

d) I remember how stoked I was that M settled into a nap routine and I am desperate for the same for Lindsey, although she feels too young for that. Maybe in the next few weeks or so we can transition her? I don’t know. But man, it would be nice to have a few hours, roughly, during the day where I wasn’t attached to a mouth. Or get dressed for the day before 1pm. Or shower more than 3 times a week.

e) I’m taking insulin again. I hate diabetes.

f) It’s 6:10, and I hope the kids haven’t killed Josh. I think they’re going to be great friends, they already tagteam each other brilliantly.

Happy Lunar New Year – Gong Xi Fa Çai, homeys.

Matthew had his 2.5 year well child check today. He is healthy, and exceeding weight and height on the growth chart 3′3″, 42lbs. – Dr. Lewis had to get a new chart that was bigger because it was confusing otherwise. Go M! Next WCC is age 3. He got the flu vaccine and Hep B (I think) vaccine, and is all caught up til kindergarten now. He seemed shocked and betrayed when he got his shots – he frowned but did not cry, but if he could he totally would have cussed me out.

His peeing thing – Dr. Lewis thinks he’s learning how to hold his urine and deposit en masse. She’s suggesting a timed potty training intro for him – offer him the potty after he wakes up, 10-20 min after he eats*, before we go out, when we come back and before bed – to get him used to the idea that people go to the potty.

Lindsey – she just had a weight check and is 7lbs 14oz! Yay! She is actually gaining fast now – the average they want to see is 1oz/day and she is at 1.28oz/day. Dr. Lewis thinks she a) has reflux, but it’s not bad right now as the vomiting doesn’t seem to bother her (and in the last few days she’s totally indifferent to it) and she’s gaining; and b) is not allergic to milk proteins – no blood in her stools, although the mucous in her stools indicates that she’s sensitive to something I am eating, which is not ruling out milk proteins as it might be a slight sensitivity. Based on this I am eliminating dairy from my diet and I am going to journal how she’s doing so if in a couple of weeks things are the same, I am going to go back to see Dr. Lewis and ask for a prescription for something for her. Right now both of us thought we should wait and see how she does as she both ages and as I tweak my diet.

She also has a teensy hemangioma on her right collarbone. Josh has the remnants of one on the back of his neck on the right. She says it is benign, it will get bigger and peak at age 2 at which point it will fade. Nothing to worry about. She comes back in a month for vaccines.

*She said that the vast majority of people poop 10-20 min after eating, and 70% of those people poop in the morning. How funny is that? That pattern describes me to a T!

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Today kind of sucked.

- Matthew didn’t wake up until 9:30AM. This is after an explosive diaper at 1:30AM, which kept all of us up for about an hour, and some of us up longer than most. I actually had to go in and wake him up.

- After I got him dressed, he puked up water and some remnants of dinner from the night before. He and I have worn more outfits today than is remotely appropriate.

- He then napped from about 11:15AM until 1PM. Ate some grapes and a banana. Drank some more water, had a few sips of apple juice.

- Then he had an explosive poop at the laundromat. Thank goodness there wasn’t anyone else there! I forgot wipes, so had to wet rough paper towels and change his diaper on the spot.

- Then while we waited for the wash loads to finish (this week we had my two loads, Josh’s two loads, M’s load, and all of our towels and sheets), we headed to Whole Foods so we could pick up more diapers (size 6 now! *SOB*). This is around 3pm. He falls asleep again, after eating a banana.

- He stays asleep from 4:15ish on, we came home while the clothes were drying. M falls in and out of sleep while we do a video chat with Josh’s parents. We decide at 5pm to put him to bed. Josh wrangles the cranky and sobbing boy while I get a fresh sheet onto his crib mattress.

- I return to the laundromat to fetch all of our clothes. I’m there for about an hour or so because none of my clothes are dry.

- I finally return home, M by this point has woken up and melted down. I get some Pedialyte for him (no milk today – see explosive poop) and he drinks it. Then because of his cold he coughs so hard that he triggers a puke, all over me and him. Change him.

- Josh wrangles M down to sleep again, poor schmoo. Then he goes to fold his laundry (I don’t fold his laundry because he is Particular) and says, “Where are my light colored clothes?” Oh, they would be still at the fucking laundromat because I FORGOT TO MOVE THEM TO THE DRYER. So he went back there while I made dinner, chicken parmagiana, to retrieve them from the washer and put them in the dryer.

- Meanwhile, I am sicker than I have been in a long time. I can’t breathe clearly through my nose, which is a freakin’ faucet. My throat is killing me and sneezing doesn’t help. I wanted to get a pair of shoes at Target today and something disagreed with me in the shoe section, because I sneezed (I counted) 15 times. The last time I sneezed I dislodged one of my contacts so I had to futz with my eyeball in the middle of the shoe aisle.

- Pettiest: I can’t smell a damned thing. I ate Swedish meatballs at IKEA today and I couldn’t smell them – I’ve been looking forward to these meatballs for ages! I had no idea how closely tied together my sense of taste was with my smell until today, because I couldn’t taste them at all. Josh says the chicken parm turned out really great, but damned if I could tell, it all tasted like cardboard to me. Bah.

I hereby request a weekend from my weekend.

Josh took Matthew to the doctor for a follow up doctor’s visit from his ear infection/staph infection/other junk from October (he’s been sick for over an entire month, no joke. BAH!). He’s doing well, his residual cough is believed to be either asthma or allergies. We have to keep an eye out on it – so if it gets better and worse then it’s probably allergies. I think. I’ll have to doublecheck with Josh. Anyway, he is doing well. If he could just kick this residual cough, I think we’d all feel better.

I met up with Josh and Matthew tonight after work – Josh was headed off to a concert in Berkeley so we met in Berkeley and had dinner together – Taste of the Himalayas, an Indian/Nepalese place. We haven’t had Indian in awhile, and wow, was this well worth the wait. I was inspired by an entry of Sherry’s and ordered the butter chicken. That was just amazing. I feel like I can still taste it in my mouth. Yummy.

Matthew was a flirt tonight – on the bus ride home, he kept turning around and petting the woman in front of us, who was only too willing to oblige. She waved goodbye to him, and of course, Matthew only starts waving goodbye too when the doors are shut, the woman is gone, and the bus starts to pull away.

My boy is growing up so fast.

(More pics uploaded today)

Before (a few days old, in the hospital for jaundice):

After (this morning after M woke up at 5:30 and then fell back asleep while I was getting ready for work):

I hugged Josh tonight. “Happy Father’s Day,” I said. “You know, it means a lot to me that you are the father of my baby.”

“Awww.” Josh gave me a kiss. “Or that I was willing to let you put my name down on his birth certificate?” I snorted. “I just didn’t want your reputation to be sullied any more than it had already been.”

“Man, I was trying to have a schmoopy moment and here you are, accusing me of being a whore.”

“Who’s accusing?”

Happy Baba’s Day, Josh. I love you, and so does Matthew.

a mosaic I had printed up and framed for Josh (from both me and Matthew, of course)

footprints from yesterday at a fair we went to (compare to this)

A few pictures to show Baba and Matthew as babies…

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