Lee: Did you sleep well last night?
Jocelyn: Yes!
Lee: Where did you sleep?
Jocelyn: In the bed.
Lee: Were there pygmy goats in there?
Jocelyn: Yes.
Lee: Oh.
Jocelyn: I eat a goat.
Lee: Atta girl. That'll teach those pygmy goats.
Um, okay.
(By the way, we regularly ask a random question, such as the pygmy goats one, to see if we're talking to the real-world-Jocelyn or the Jocelyn-with-her-mind-in-her-own-imaginative-place. Clearly, we had the latter this morning!)
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
oh happy day!
Hey friends! I promise I will inundate you with pictures again soon, but I've been busy getting things in order for the summer semester of grad school (though I'll spare you the details there, since it'll turn into an anti-ECU rant; the end of the story is that everything has gotten worked out!) and being active in general. Yep, being active. My joints aren't feeling 100%, but I have felt better the past five days than I've felt in at least a year, maybe longer. Since Saturday, I have swum laps at the pool twice, done a workout video, gone on a couple walks, spent a lot of time working in the garden, and used the Wii Fit a few times ... and I'm feeling fantastic! I've dropped my prednisone dose to what it was while I was pregnant, and I'm trying to drop it once more, which will put me at a lower level than I've ever been.
And, if all this wasn't good enough news, take a look at this (sorry that it's blurry!):
Yep, that's my wedding ring and engagement ring. On. my. hand! My fingers were too swollen for the past five weeks to wear them, and I was about to order a substitute ring (and, for a short while until I realized it wouldn't work for a number of reasons, considering getting a tattoo of a wedding band so I didn't have to deal with this). But my heart's desire was to be able to wear the ring Lee put on my finger when he popped the question on March 28, 2003, and the one he slid on when we were married on June 18, 2005. I wasn't bold enough to really hope for this, though, since a week and a half ago I was in near tears at a department store when I realized that my fingers had swollen so much (from a size 7 to a size 9) that most women's rings weren't even available in my new size and many couldn't be resized that large. That was May 9, eleven days ago. Today I'm wearing my size 7 rings. They fit perfectly, whereas they were loose enough pre-RA that I was considering having them resized to a smaller size, so my hands aren't back to their normal size yet. But no complaints here. My rings are back on my hand. I don't think words can adequately describe my joy.
And, if all this wasn't good enough news, take a look at this (sorry that it's blurry!):
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Yesterday in numbers
6 weeks, 1 day: Robbie's age yesterday for his six week check-up
7lbs, 12oz: Robbie's weight at his last appt when he was 2 weeks, 3 days
10lbs, 5oz; 25th-50th percentile: Robbie's weight yesterday
1: increase in percentile since his birth (with another one likely if he continues to gain as quickly as Jocelyn did, and so far he's on track to do so!)
22.5inches, above the 50th percentile: Robbie's length yesterday
38cm, 25th percentile: Robbie's head circumference (like Jocelyn, he has a small head and teeny tiny feet; the newborn shoes we have for him still fall off!)
38.5inches: Jocelyn's height (since she insisted on being measured too and since the nurse was willing to humor her ... I didn't see what her head measurement was, but she had that done too!)
5: Number of times the nurse asked Jocelyn's age. Yes, she is really tall for her age; yes, I am sleep deprived with a newborn so I might not be at my sharpest mentally right now. However, I do know my daughter's age. (However, Lee doesn't know Robbie's age. At baby dedication on Sunday, he said Robbie was five weeks old. Umm, he was actually six weeks. But I'll give Lee some wiggle room there; I suppose he wasn't technically six weeks old until 11:48pm Sunday night, and the dedication was in the morning!)
1: Number of times I got my skirt caught in Robbie's car seat while putting it in the car, thus flashing the (thankfully empty) parking lot
5: number of seconds it probably actually took to get my skirt out from his car seat contraption
about 500: number of seconds it felt like it took to retrieve my skirt from said car seat
15: approximate number of shades of red I turned while my skirt was above my waist
7lbs, 12oz: Robbie's weight at his last appt when he was 2 weeks, 3 days
10lbs, 5oz; 25th-50th percentile: Robbie's weight yesterday
1: increase in percentile since his birth (with another one likely if he continues to gain as quickly as Jocelyn did, and so far he's on track to do so!)
22.5inches, above the 50th percentile: Robbie's length yesterday
38cm, 25th percentile: Robbie's head circumference (like Jocelyn, he has a small head and teeny tiny feet; the newborn shoes we have for him still fall off!)
38.5inches: Jocelyn's height (since she insisted on being measured too and since the nurse was willing to humor her ... I didn't see what her head measurement was, but she had that done too!)
5: Number of times the nurse asked Jocelyn's age. Yes, she is really tall for her age; yes, I am sleep deprived with a newborn so I might not be at my sharpest mentally right now. However, I do know my daughter's age. (However, Lee doesn't know Robbie's age. At baby dedication on Sunday, he said Robbie was five weeks old. Umm, he was actually six weeks. But I'll give Lee some wiggle room there; I suppose he wasn't technically six weeks old until 11:48pm Sunday night, and the dedication was in the morning!)
1: Number of times I got my skirt caught in Robbie's car seat while putting it in the car, thus flashing the (thankfully empty) parking lot
5: number of seconds it probably actually took to get my skirt out from his car seat contraption
about 500: number of seconds it felt like it took to retrieve my skirt from said car seat
15: approximate number of shades of red I turned while my skirt was above my waist
Monday, May 11, 2009
Little man's first bath
It took forever for Robbie's umbilical cord stump to fall off. He was just shy of four weeks old, and I was excited to finally be able to give him a bath. Here's the documentation of the event!
Pre-bath with Mommy
Jocelyn in position to watch the bathing!
And the actual bath...
He was, as typical for little man, laidback about the whole thing.
We didn't get a picture of her trying to stir her brother, but - trust me - it happened!
All clean!
And some pre-dressing shots ...
Pre-bath with Mommy
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Jocelyn in position to watch the bathing!
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And the actual bath...
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He was, as typical for little man, laidback about the whole thing.
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We didn't get a picture of her trying to stir her brother, but - trust me - it happened!
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All clean!
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And some pre-dressing shots ...
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Sunday, May 10, 2009
From Jocelyn's perspective
What happens when you let the two-year-old use the camera...
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Peek-a-boo
Here's the narration (in Jocelyn's words) to go along with these pictures:
"Where'd little baby go?"
"There he is!"
"Where'd little baby go?"
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"There he is!"
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My handsome little man
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Saturday, May 9, 2009
Aunt Jenelle, I tried!
I really did. I promise. Mommy told me that you would like it if I tried to like baseball, even though Mommy thinks that it's rather dull. So I really tried.
But I just don't care for it either. At least not right now.
Sorry!
P.S. - Aunt Jenelle, even though I don't like your favorite sport, could you please ask my mommy to comfort me when I'm crying in the future instead of taking a plethora of pictures? I'd appreciate that. Thanks!
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But I just don't care for it either. At least not right now.
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Sorry!
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P.S. - Aunt Jenelle, even though I don't like your favorite sport, could you please ask my mommy to comfort me when I'm crying in the future instead of taking a plethora of pictures? I'd appreciate that. Thanks!
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