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December 30, 2002
Quinn's presents
Christmas has come and gone, and our house has more brightly colored plastic stuff then ever before. Everywhere you go, it's something in a solid primary color that is too large to choke on.
But I think her favorite gift is the box of books from her great-grandma in California. It's a 6-inch cube box with a lid, and inside are about thirty 2-inch square mini board books with 4 pages each. Quinn likes to look at a book, and then put it aside and get another out of the box, then look at it, and get another, and so on. And when she's done, she puts them back in.
Her other favorite game involving the placement of objects is lining up the little ducks on the side of the tub when she takes a bath, and then Dadder counts the ducks. And then Dadder knocks them off and she puts them back up. When we're done, Dadder says "Put the duck in the cup!" and she puts the duck in a big plastic tumbler that lives in the tub. And then we do that again for the other two.
She's a very smart girl!
Posted by Andy at 11:24 AM
December 16, 2002
ow!
My doctor just called me with the MRI test results...
I have a herniated disc. Not just one, but 2 levels of herniated disc. "You must be in great pain," she marveled. "And the percocet isn't working?" No, no it isn't.
So I'm calling a back specialist to make an appointment. So much for shopping. Grr.
PS: Anyone ever have one of these? What does it mean?
Posted by Amy at 10:25 AM | Comments (9)
Andy and I went to
Andy and I went to bed before midnight last night, and today both of us feel like tapdancing down the Kennedy Expressway. It's amazing how much better you feel when you actually get a decent night's sleep.
We are so dumb for staying up late for the past year. It's just hard to let go of that free time that is uninterrupted by a little bunny...
Anyway. I put pigtails in Quinn's hair for the first time today, despite my complete lack of motor skills. Come see:
Here she is trying to upset the basket of Christmas cards I'm working on. Maybe she'll finish them for me and I'll be able to send the damn things out.
And here's one of the sweetest pictures EVAH, from this weekend:
When she wakes up, we're going shopping for Aunt Cathy's Christmas present. We're probably going to get her some lingerie or a hat or maybe a pair of chopsticks.
Posted by Amy at 10:09 AM | Comments (3)
December 10, 2002
familiarity
I'd like you to know that Quinn is regularly calling me "Amy" now.
"Where's Amy?" Dennis asked her today.
She pointed at me.
"May-mie...ay-meeeeee...ay-meeeee" she'll jabber as she tries to climb on my head. I haven't heard a "mama" out of her in I don't know how long.
"Go get Firefighter Cheryl!" Dennis told her. She went to her pile o' toys and unearthed the Little People figure named Firefighter Cheryl who came with her fire engine and handed her to Dennis.
Later, she pointed to the box of goldfish crackers I was holding, so I handed her one.
"Say thank you," I reminded her.
"Aaaann ooooo" she said.
Just before she went to bed I asked her, "Where are Quinn's toes?" She immediately grabbed them. This isn't something I've been practicing with her.
It's like I can actually see her brain growing right before my very eyes. It's freaky at times.
Posted by Amy at 9:30 AM | Comments (5)
December 9, 2002
pointing
Quinn started pointing yesterday.
Not just abstract pointing, but pointing with a purpose.
Andy made scrambled eggs, hash browns, and sausage for breakfast, and put some on a plate for me. I said to Quinn, "What are you going to eat???" and she pointed at my eggs.
When she was eating, she'd point to her cup of milk when she wanted more, or to the eggs when she ran out.
It came on so suddenly; as suddenly as she started crawling. One day, nope--not in her repertoire. The next day--used commonly, almost nonchalantly.
She remains very, very flexible...
Posted by Amy at 11:37 AM | Comments (1)
still ouch
My goodness, I have the best posse of people surrounding me EVAH.
My back is still not right. It's not nearly as bad as the day I went to the doctor, but even with the 3 medications I'm on, it's not better at all. I'm going for an MRI on it later this week.
My family and friends have been so amazing. My cousin Cathy watched Quinn and made us dinner at the same time. Andy's mom drove out here to spend a morning with us. My Gymboree friend Amy got us over to her house so I could use her fffffffffabulous jacuzzi tub, and she encouraged me to rub Ben Gay all over my back, which caused it to go up in flames, but it was all good in the end. My brother-in-law Denny even took a shift.
Quinn has loved the series of playmates this injury has brought.
And today, Colleen spent the whole day here, preparing our dinner and vacuuming our entire house. Yes. That's right. She would NOT be stopped. She vacuumed and then scrubbed our sink while holding her 3-month-old son, John in one arm.
I'm telling you.
We are blessed to have these people in our lives.
Posted by Amy at 5:28 AM | Comments (2)
December 5, 2002
Ouch
Maureen and I put up our tree on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. It's a really, really heavy tree because it's pre-lit, so putting the 3 main parts together was pretty difficult. At some point in the process, I did something to my back, but I thought nothing of it.
It got worse and worse until I finally made a doctor's appointment on Monday for the next day. And not a moment too soon, because I could hardly walk the day of the appointment it hurt so badly. This is the first time seeing this doctor, and she was really wonderful. She said I sprained the ligaments in my lower back. There's nothing to do for it except *rest* and take it easy. And no lifting...including my bunny...for at least a week. She asked if there was anyone who could come and stay with me to take care of Quinn. Unfortunately, there aren't many people out there with absolutely nothing else to do, so Andy's been staying home with me the past few days. Tomorrow I have my brother-in-law coming at 8:00 a.m. and my cousin taking over at 1:00. I hate being so dependent on people...and inconveniencing them. I'm used to being the helper; I don't like being the one who is helpless. If that makes sense. I'm not having an easy time making sense. I'm on a lot of drugs. Darvocet (for pain), Ativan (muscle relaxer) and some big fat ibuprofen pill that I only take every 24 hours. All these drugs make me slightly addled, really tired, and don't make the pain go away. It's not a good week here. I don't know who is going to be babysitting us on Friday. Quinn keeps leaning towards me from other people's arms and holding her arms up for me to take her. She has no idea why her mama hasn't held her in 2 days. AAAAAACK. It's not fun. Not fun at all.
Posted by Amy at 12:08 PM | Comments (2)