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Little M came home on Monday from Grandma’s house with a fever. 

I gave her fever reducer when she got home.  That night, she had another fever which I gave her fever reducer for at 2am.

With her, that’s usually a pattern she goes through when she gets an ear infection.

So, I went home from work on Tuesday in order to keep an eye on her and take her to the doctor to make sure she doesn’t have an ear infection. 

The last time we went to the doctors office was last month for her second set of 12month vaccinations.  I had them split so that it wouldn’t be so bad..

She was absolutely miserable. She cried so hard.  I had never heard or seen her cry so hard in her life.  I felt awful that I put her through all of it, but I had to..

Taking her in on Tuesday, I didn’t think she would remember that experience.  Over a month had passed and I was sure that it wouldn’t be a huge deal.

WRONG!

She was fine up until the nurse called her in.  It was the same nurse that gave her all of her shots, and I was surprised that she recognized her.

I had a few things to hold so I was hoping that M would walk into the room, but as soon as she saw the lady, she wanted me to carry her right away.

Her face changed immediately into a face of pure nerves and fear.

Poor girl.

She didn’t cry out loud.. she just got really teary eyed and had that little cry-pout.  The whole time the nurse was checking her vitals, she was saying “mimi! mimi!” like she thought I was going to leave her.

She held on to me sooo tight.  All I could say was “I’m here.  I’m not going to leave you.”  I just held her so tight back.  It was the only thing I could think of to comfort her.

She didn’t want to be touched by the nurses or the doctor.  She just thought this was bad news all around.

Poor baby.  I didn’t realize how traumatizing the previous experience was for her..

Thank God, she didn’t have an ear infection and she didn’t have a fever for the rest of the day.. it was just a 24 hour bug that came and went quickly.

M has her 15month well-baby check up in about a week and a half.  I feel terrible about it.  She’s going to get shots and it’s just going to perpetuate her fear..

How did you handle your child’s fear of doctors, or just fears, in general?

 

It was a great Thanksgiving weekend.  We were surrounded by family and it was fun.

Thanksgiving Day brought us to my inlaws house.  The entire family gets together to hang out and have some yummy food.  This was the first time M got to eat Thanksgiving food.  Last year she was too young.

The following day, instead of getting sucked into the Black Friday shopping, we decided to do something different.  We went to Balboa Park and hit up the science museum there.  It’s a great experience.  There were tons of hands on exhibits.  Little M had so much fun playing with all the things there.  We also walked around to some of the gardens, chased pigeons, spent some quality family time.  Just me, Hubby, and M.

That night my parents and brother came so we went out for dinner.

Saturday, we went out for lunch and wanted to go walking around.  The initial thought was to the mall, but we decided on something else for a change. 

I’ve lived in San Diego for just about two years now and I take for granted all the touristy things that one can do in this city that is just practically in my backyard! 

So we took the family to La Jolla Cove.  That was a very fun time.  Little M did NOT like the sand at all.  Hopefully by next summer, she’ll be over it so we can have some fun at the beach. 

Sunday we finally did some shopping.  I didn’t make the slightest dent into my Christmas List, but I still have some time..

How was your thanksgiving weeked?

I purchased this book at Costco when Little M was about 5-6 months old.  You can find it on Amazon by clicking here.

Once on a trip to Costco, we had Little M in the shopping cart.  I handed her several kiddie books to keep her occupied and she gravitated to this one right away.

It’s a soft book.  It’s foamy, for lack of a better term.  The pages are thick and sturdy.

Within the pages are pieces that can be removed and played with.  They are soft and sturdy just like the book.  They fit into the pages like puzzle pieces.  That’s Little M’s favorite part of the book.

Up til this day, she still loves to take the pieces out and play with them.  The pieces are a comb, a makeup compact, a cell phone, and a set of keys.  She loves playing with the phone. She pretends to talk on it.  It’s the cutest thing

The illustrations are cute and Little M loves to point out the dog, sun, trees and other objects within the book.

This book is perfectly girly, pink and full of girly things.

We’ve had this book for almost 9 months and Little M still hasn’t gotten bored with it.  She has lots of other books and toys, but she still loves to go back to this book and play with its pieces.

Little M and I give our stamp of approval!

Why is this date so significant?

Because this was the day that Little M lashed out at me in anger.

It’s significant because its probably the official start to the “terrible” years… sigh.  I didn’t think it would come THIS soon..

For the past few weeks she’s been showing signs of tantrums and crying fits.  This especially happens when you take something away from her that she isn’t done playing with.  She will cry, kind of get on the floor and flop around in a little fit.

On November 21st, 2012, she had gone through her diaper bag and took out her bottle of fever reducer.  Obviously, she isn’t allowed to play with that so I kindly took it away from her telling her that she couldn’t play with it because its dangerous.

She was not happy.  She started crying and throwing a tantrum.  Before she can go through a major “flop on the floor” fest, I carried her so she would stop.  She takes her little hand and hits me saying, “No!”

I handed her another toy and she was quickly over the whole ordeal, but I wasn’t.

I was devastated.  I was so sad.

Hubby said, “Don’t be sad.  She’s growing up.”

It’s up to us to make sure we wrangle that sort of behavior.  I just didn’t think that we had to start worrying about it at this point of her little life.

Generally, she’s a happy kid.  She’s a good kid.  But I know that as she’s growing and becoming more aware of her surroundings and everything else around her, I know she’s going to start thinking about more things on her own.  I know she’s going to start experimenting with behaviors and seeing how far she can get away with things.  I took my child development classes in college.  I sort of remember all those things.

I honestly didn’t think this stuff was going to happen so soon..

How old was your toddler when they started showing signs of the “terrible” years?  Did it really start at “terrible two” or much sooner?

It’s been awhile since I posted about my post-prego weight saga..

Well.. as it is, I’m currently about 143 lbs. 

Not great.. but not terrible.

This was pretty much what I weighted coming out of college…

I had stopped doing my Pilates work outs for about a month or so.  Life just kind of consumed me and I was unable to make some time for me to go.

But I started up again and I’m hoping to shed a couple more pounds before the end of the year.  I’ve got holiday parties to go to and it would be nice to be able to break away from the 140s and enter into the 130s again.

It’d be ideal to go back to 125lbs, but at this point, I’d just be happy to hit 130lbs again.  I still have some cute pre-prego clothes that I’d love to squeeze my arms into again..

I’m not quite on the track that I had totally intended for at the end of the year.. but I know I’ve made a lot of strides nonetheless..

When I gave birth, my weight was about 163lbs.  I started blogging about it at 157lbs.. now I’m 143lbs. 

I wish I had more discipline to make the weight go faster, but I’m happy with the progress I’ve been making. 

I just hope to be at my target weight and enjoy it for awhile before we start thinking of baby number two!

As she sucks her thumb..
Me:  What did Mimi say about your thumb?
M:  No, no tum.

Me:  Call your daddy..
M:  Joe!

When I need something from Hubby..
Me:  Hun?
M:  Hun?

When she hits her head on something..
M:  Ba!  Ba!  (As she lectures the object that hurt her)

Other words and their translations:
“Coc” = Doc (As in Doc McStuffins)
“Coc” = Clock (When she sees a watch or clock on wall)
“Boo boo boo boo” = Big book of boo-boos (As in Doc McStuffins)
“Ehhhhhhhh-mo!”  = Elmo

My little chatterbox.. gotta love her!

Last year, Little M was two and a half months when we went to take pictures with Santa Claus.

This year, Little M was fourteen and a half months when we made an attempt to take pictures with Santa Claus.

Note that I said “attempt” and that by “attempt” I really mean “failed attempt.”

We went to the mall and saw the Santa set up.  Being so early in the season, there was no line at all.  We decided to take her in since we could take our time with it.

Upon entering the set up, I could already see the look on M’s face change.

So we went up to Santa and he tried to play with her.

Her face was starting to relax a bit so I immediately plopped her on his lap.

Big mistake!

She cried!  Oh, she cried..

She cried so hard.  The only other time I she cried this hard was during her last round of vaccinations.

I felt so bad!

Santa was totally understanding and told us this happens all the time with toddlers of that age.  He also said that some mothers have their kids just visit several times before they sit them down to take a picture.

I was so ready to set up a visiting schedule until hubby drops some words of wisdom.

“Why are we going to put her through this several times to get used to it just for one picture?!”

He’s right.  I hate when he’s right.

So this year, we are gonna skip her picture with Santa and hope that next year she will be better.

I just hope she’s ready for the Easter bunny next spring!!!


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