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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.


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!!!

After a year or so of parenting, I totally thought I had it down.  I thought this parenting thing was so easy.  I was ready start  giving unsolicited advice to new mothers and possibly write a how-to book…

Ok, not really.

The point is… I felt totally under control.

Until this past weekend.

We were out of town on an overnight stay to be with some family friends.  We were asked to run a quick errand and we took M with us.

Thinking that it was going to be quick, i decided to not bring the diaper bag…

Hubby and I made it to the last stop on our errands (buying food) when hubby makes the comment , “M, you better not go #2 while we are gone… Mommy didn’t bring your diaper bag.”

It’s like he knew….

As we were waiting for our food to arrive, a certain familiar smell hits my nose…

I panic.  She doesn’t have a diaper, what if she gets a rash?  Or worse, what if she gets a urinary infection if I don’t clean her up right away?

So I take her to the bathroom with a game plan.  I was going to take the poo out of her diaper, wipe her down with wet toilet paper, put the diaper back on lined with toilet paper.

Gross, yes I know.  But I figured it was better than risking her getting a rash or infection over it.

However, angels in the form of a mother and toddler came in just in time.

She kindly gave me a diaper after asking her for one and we were good to go!

I felt so low on the parenting scale.

Toddlers are so unpredictable and seem to follow Murphy’s law.  I should have known better. I should always be prepared.

Parenting lesson learned!

Good grief, this holiday snuck up on me!

I can’t believe it’s Thanksgiving!  When did that happen?!  Didn’t we just start November?! 

Now I really have to think about Christmas shopping!  I have to be totally prepared and not have that holiday sneak up on me like Thanksgiving has…

So, it’s Thanksgiving.. what am I thankful for..

So so so many things..

I’m definitely thankful for my little family.  Me, Hubby, and M.  I’m thankful for all the little adventures we go through everyday.

I’m thankful for parents.  My parents and hubby’s parents.  They have been such a huge support system for us. 

I’m thankful for health.

I’m thankful for happiness.

I’m thankful for love.

There is so many things I’m thankful that I can’t list them all in one post. 

Am I the only one that though this holiday caught off-guard?

What are you thankful for?

Ok.. she did it.

Little M had her first on the floor tantrum.

I don’t know if it really constitutes as a tantrum because it didn’t last long..

You decide.

Usually M has a bottle of milk before going to bed.  The usual routine is that she sits on my lap and we cuddle while she drinks her warm milk.  Sometimes she falls asleep that way, sometimes she just drinks the milk.

Lately, she’s been asserting her independence and wanting to walk around while holding her bottle..

That would be totally fine if she didn’t like to “water” the carpet with her milk bottle leaving little drops of milk all over the carpet.

So, I take the bottle away and tell her that she can only drink the milk if she sits down with Mimi..

Ok.. so that worked out.. or so I thought.

She sat on my lap to drink milk for two minutes when she decided that she wanted to start walking around again.

Trying to reason with her, I told her that she could walk with the bottle as long as she didn’t put milk on the carpet. 

That went well for.. five seconds!

She starts to tip the bottle upside down and I take the bottle from her telling her that I had told her not to do that..

That’s when she screamed at me.. put herself on the floor.. arched her back and threw herself back down.. and cried..

But just for a split second.

Then she got back up.. came me on the couch.. and said, “up.”

She didn’t drink milk after that, but she cuddled on my lap until it was time to go to bed..

Tantrum?  A small release of frustration?  What do you think?

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