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Sunday, July 4, 2010

The Pink Shirt

A while ago, Daniel bought a pink shirt. We gave him so much crap over it, but he kept wearing it, saying, "I am a sexy beast, and I can pull off a pink shirt." And he could. And he did.

Well his closet was raided (as they usually are) when he left on his mission, and Doug inherited the pink shirt.

He wore this said pink shirt swimming... around his family... and of course they gave him crap. While changing in the dressing room at the swimming pool he had the towel around his waist. Somehow the towel ended up on the floor. My nephew (6 years old) exclaimed, "SEE THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR WEARING A PINK SHIRT!!!!!"

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Case of the Poopy diaper...

Doug walked into our room last night and came upstairs. He inquired if I had left a poopy diaper in the bedroom. I told him I hadn't changed a poopy diaper and maybe Savannah had pooped her pants...stranger things have happened. So he went trucking downstairs to see about a the poopy pants. Didn't turn up anything. Not even a stinky garbage.

I walked into the room. Took one wiff. And instantly knew what was amuck. I had taken Isabella's shoes off earlier....you know the aforementioned cute pair of shoes I bought at payless for 6.99 when we took the girls shopping to the mall a few weeks ago? Ya. Those. I knew the smell of the dirty feet. Being the dutiful mother I am, I promptly wiped her feet with baby wipes.

Alas, she could have used something a little bit stronger... like bleach? Although I am sure there is something on the label that says, "warning.... do not use to clean the feet of toddlers" not much different than the Benadryl label that reads "warning.... do not use to put toddler to sleep" no of course I would never think of using it for a 17 hour car ride to Idaho. Are you nuts? Maybe I am the one who is nuts.

Well turns out Isabella's stinky feet were the equivalent to poopy diaper smell..... LOL. I win mother of the year. Yet. Again. Are you jealous?

Thursday, July 1, 2010

X out

Savannah was born in November 2001, making me a mother at the ripe ol age of 21. I was young. I was ill prepared. I was naive. Which in this case proved to me in my benefit.

I had her via C section as she was breech with the chord around her neck twice. There was no hope turning her and no way to do a vaginal birth. So C section it was....

We didn't know that there was anything amuck with her before she was born except that she was going to be small. When she was born there were a number of anomalies that were extremely noticeable. She had some limb length discrepancy in her arms and in her legs, and some craniofacial anomalies that only the doctor could talk himself into seeing. This all led to a diagnosis of Russell Silver Syndrome on day of life 2.

Upon further investigation it was noted that she had Failure to Thrive (didn't eat nor did she want to nor could she), which led us to a variable number of feeding tubes until she was 3 years old. Her limb length discrepancy is accounted for in a shoe lift about 9 cm on her left side. Her discrepancy in her arms doesn't bother her unless I am washing a hand one at a time and one reaches the sink and the other doesn't.

While there are a number of others, we will focus on the developmental delay. Savannah has been delayed about 2 years on her fine and gross motor skills as well as cognitive. She is in the moderately delayed class at school.

Needless to say my expectations have been low, which could be good or bad.... depending on how you look at it. But in the last few years, she has improved LEAPS and bounds. I NEVER imagined she would learn all her letters.... check! or her numbers to 20....check! or to trace her name....check! or to learn how to use a mouse....check! or to learn how to use her leap frog nintendo thing....check! or to sit attention to task until said task is over....check!!!!!!!

WOW! The progress is amazing. Unfathomable even. Well anyway. Back to the title. Savannah uses the computer and navigates better than I could at her age (ok we didn't have computers when I was her age....) and her favorite thing to do is "X" out of programs. You know. The little red x at the top right of the screen? Yep. That's the one. She has a habit of "X" ing out of the most important of documents, deleting or leaving important windows. Owell. I am just happy to know she even knows how to "X" out.... let alone what it is called to exit a program.

I NEVER could have thought she would make such progress. It is absolutely AMAZING!!!!!!!!