It's been busy, trying to get caught up on everything after being gone for so long. Doctor's appointments galore, it seems (not really...just two for me and one for my little one), laundry, unpacking, returning phone calls and emails, laundry, cleaning, laundry....oh, and did I mention laundry? We had a lot of it! :)
But things seem to be settling down a little and I'm back in my routine, if you can call it a routine. It didn't take any time at all for my sweet girl to get used to her own house and toys They all seemed new and exciting for about a day and now she's bored with them again and finds better things to play with like the cooler, which has been sitting in the kitchen since we returned! It's provided hours of entertainment as she puts a Mega Block inside, closes it, and does her "where did it go?" imitation (she kind of puts her hands out in front of her, palms up, like you would when you shrug your shoulders and babbles a few "words" that have the inflection of "where did it go?"). Then she opens it up and gets VERY excited to see it there, takes it out, and does it all over again. Too bad, Daddy cleaned up tonight and took the cooler down to the basement where it belongs. We'll have to find something else to put the mega block in, I guess.
She also plays this game in the bathtub. Grandma started it. She puts a little plastic teacup inside a little plastic drum--both toys she plays with in the tub that aren't tub toys, but sort of migrated into the bathroom because she was bored with her regular tub toys!!! Every night those are the first things she grabs when she gets in the tub, and that's what she plays the whole time she's in the tub. She gets the biggest smile on her face when she opens the top of the drum and the teacup is still there.
The other night she didn't want to put her toys down and get out of the bathtub, so I said, "Say goodbye to your toys! You'll see them tomorrow." So she said "Dye Dye!" waved and was satisfied with leaving after that (she doesn't say the "B" sound very often, so everything starts with a D). So now every night when she gets out of the tub she turns toward the tub, waves, and says "Dye Dye" to her toys. Funny girl.
The other night she and I were looking at "Goodnight Moon," and I was asking her to point out various things in the pictures. (Where's the light, where's the kitty, where's the clock, and so forth.) She enjoys this and does really well pointing to everything I ask her to, if it's something she knows. Well, she kept pointing to the bunny in the bed. I kept saying "That's the bunny. He's going nigh' night in his bed." We did that on every page. The next day she brought the book to me and we started playing the same game. This time when she pointed to the bunny she said, "Ded, ded." (This is "bed" in her lanugage, if you hadn't figured that out). Dye, Ded.... I hope she's not obsessed with death!
Today we went to the endocrinologist. It wasn't a very helpful appointment. First of all, they took us back to the exam room, she was weighed (18 pounds, 14 ounces--she's gained a pound in not quite 2 months). We then waited....and waited....and waited for an hour for the doctor to come in and see us. She started out happy and was content to either sit in my lap and look at the two books I had brought or to walk around the room pointing to things on the wall. But that only lasted the first 20 minutes or so. Then she was into the garbage can, touching the calendar on the wall, hung low enough so she could, opening the drawers.... UGH! She hadn't slept during her afternoon nap (I don't know why), so she was sleepy and not very good at listening to Mommy's commands to "don't touch." Anyway, after the doctor finally came he asked a lot of questions and tried to explain the growth hormone process to me (he had a very heavy accent so I had trouble understanding him) and then told me he didn't think anything was wrong with her. He thinks the test results are wrong and wants to have them repeated to make sure. So that's all I found out. I'm supposed to take her to get more blood work as soon as I can (YUCK!!! More screaming!!) because I wasn't about to stay there longer and have them draw blood from my already fussy, sleepy, unhappy girl. On second thought, maybe I should've just done it, since she was already out of sorts....this would've just made her a little more out of sorts and gotten it over with. Oh well.
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