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Thursday, April 28, 2016
Hadley Jenny Roberts
Our new Niece/Cousin Hadley was born to Tyler and Jessica, on April 15th weighing 8.13 lbs and 21 inches long. She is so sweet! This makes grand baby #6 for the Roberts family.
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Ellie 13-14 Months
Ellie is talking so much! Most of it is still jibberish, but she does say: boo! bah bah (Boston) Mama, Dada, thank you, whoa, wow, bum bum, woof woof, 'I did it!' and 'Boom baby.' That last one probably deserves an explanation. I'm not exactly sure where Boston picked it up, whether it was an aunt an uncle, or Jeff, or what, but whenever Boston does something cool, like make a basket in his basketball hoop, he'll yell: Boom Baby! So Ellie started saying it and it is SO cute. It sounds more like Mmmm may may! It makes us laugh.
She LOVES Boston. I think she loves him a little too much, which is why it causes problems when she gets up in his business. She calls him Bah Bah. It sounds like she is asking for her bottle. If Boston leaves the room, she will call his name till she finds him. Its adorable. He'll always answer in 3rd person. 'Bah Bah is going poop!' 'Bah Bah is doing preschool!' 'Bah Bah is eating lunch, Ellie!'
The other day, Boston had some easter candy, and I had been asking him all morning to share some with Ellie. Later that night after washing all the couch cushions, and just about to eat dinner, I look over to see Ellie with a sticky piece of licorice in and all over her hands, with her hand right on the couch. Ahhh! I washed her hands and threw the licorice away to take her up to dinner. I put her down to finish what I was doing, and next thing I know, she walks out of the bathroom with the licorice in her hand again. She must have just walked over and pulled it right back out. Oh man. She does what she wants!
On Easter morning, as I was getting ready for church, I had my curling wand setting on the counter. It has a really long cord, which is convenient, but not so much with kids. Ellie walked over to it and pulled the cord so the wand landed right on her chest. That thing is HOT. I seriously reached over to get something out of the bathroom, looked down, and it was on her. Its one of the most terrifying awful feelings I've ever had. Before I could even get to her, she reached with her left hand to pull it off. The burn on her chest was WHITE, and concave, with no blister. It was about the size of a silver dollar. We grabbed ice, which Ellie hated of course, but I held her against me with the ice on her chest so she wouldn't pull it off. Meanwhile Jeff was looking up descriptions of 3rd degree burns. To us, it so sounded like 3rd degree. I was also freaking out a little because I didn't think the Insta Care would be open on Easter. Luckily, we were able to take her in. Nothing really set in until we were driving there. I started sobbing. Pretty much uncontrollably. Now, i wasn't like violently crying or wailing or anything, I just could not stop the tears. They all thought i was nuts i'm sure. Even though there were multiple people waiting to get in, they brought us right back. Turns out it was only 2nd degree, the top layer of the blister was rubbed off sometime soon after it happened. They placed a numbing gel on her burn so they could remove the dead skin. They brought in extra nurses to hold Ellie so I wouldn't have to. I'm sure because I was still sobbing pretty good. It just made me mad. I'm not crying because I don't wan't to, or can't bear to hold my child on the table, i'm crying because I feel TERRIBLE. They placed burn cream, gauze, and a gel pad on her chest, and then wrapped her whole chest all up in bright pink tape.
Lets see, maybe a month later, Ellie is down for a nap, we hear a bang, and Ellie has a big ole welt and black eye. I have no idea what she was doing, but this is one accident prone little girl. Everyone thinks we beat and torture her.
Things Ellie loves: Boston, Daddy, food (she eats more than Boston) stuffed animals and baby dolls (she'll hug and kiss them and carry them everywhere) her blankies, shoes (a girl after my own heart) and getting into trouble. If she is doing something bad and I tell her no, she'll just keep her gaze on me and continue to do what i'm telling her 'no' to. Until I pick her up and put her in time out. Little brat!
She LOVES Boston. I think she loves him a little too much, which is why it causes problems when she gets up in his business. She calls him Bah Bah. It sounds like she is asking for her bottle. If Boston leaves the room, she will call his name till she finds him. Its adorable. He'll always answer in 3rd person. 'Bah Bah is going poop!' 'Bah Bah is doing preschool!' 'Bah Bah is eating lunch, Ellie!'
The other day, Boston had some easter candy, and I had been asking him all morning to share some with Ellie. Later that night after washing all the couch cushions, and just about to eat dinner, I look over to see Ellie with a sticky piece of licorice in and all over her hands, with her hand right on the couch. Ahhh! I washed her hands and threw the licorice away to take her up to dinner. I put her down to finish what I was doing, and next thing I know, she walks out of the bathroom with the licorice in her hand again. She must have just walked over and pulled it right back out. Oh man. She does what she wants!
On Easter morning, as I was getting ready for church, I had my curling wand setting on the counter. It has a really long cord, which is convenient, but not so much with kids. Ellie walked over to it and pulled the cord so the wand landed right on her chest. That thing is HOT. I seriously reached over to get something out of the bathroom, looked down, and it was on her. Its one of the most terrifying awful feelings I've ever had. Before I could even get to her, she reached with her left hand to pull it off. The burn on her chest was WHITE, and concave, with no blister. It was about the size of a silver dollar. We grabbed ice, which Ellie hated of course, but I held her against me with the ice on her chest so she wouldn't pull it off. Meanwhile Jeff was looking up descriptions of 3rd degree burns. To us, it so sounded like 3rd degree. I was also freaking out a little because I didn't think the Insta Care would be open on Easter. Luckily, we were able to take her in. Nothing really set in until we were driving there. I started sobbing. Pretty much uncontrollably. Now, i wasn't like violently crying or wailing or anything, I just could not stop the tears. They all thought i was nuts i'm sure. Even though there were multiple people waiting to get in, they brought us right back. Turns out it was only 2nd degree, the top layer of the blister was rubbed off sometime soon after it happened. They placed a numbing gel on her burn so they could remove the dead skin. They brought in extra nurses to hold Ellie so I wouldn't have to. I'm sure because I was still sobbing pretty good. It just made me mad. I'm not crying because I don't wan't to, or can't bear to hold my child on the table, i'm crying because I feel TERRIBLE. They placed burn cream, gauze, and a gel pad on her chest, and then wrapped her whole chest all up in bright pink tape.
Lets see, maybe a month later, Ellie is down for a nap, we hear a bang, and Ellie has a big ole welt and black eye. I have no idea what she was doing, but this is one accident prone little girl. Everyone thinks we beat and torture her.
Things Ellie loves: Boston, Daddy, food (she eats more than Boston) stuffed animals and baby dolls (she'll hug and kiss them and carry them everywhere) her blankies, shoes (a girl after my own heart) and getting into trouble. If she is doing something bad and I tell her no, she'll just keep her gaze on me and continue to do what i'm telling her 'no' to. Until I pick her up and put her in time out. Little brat!
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| After about a week :( |
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| Pink chest wrap |
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| The hand wrap only lasted a night |
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| Silly girl! |
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| Youch |
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| Beginning of the black eye |
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| The next day... |
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| And I wonder why she is always hurt? |
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| She does what she wants! |
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| Blisters :( |
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| First time eating cold cereal by herself |
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| 1 year check up |
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| She loves to sit in the little chair |
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| at the zoo |
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| taking a nap on the dirty floor |
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| Mmmmmmm |
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| Loves to play outside |
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| Mommy and Ellie |
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Friday, April 1, 2016
Boston - April 2016
Boston: now 3 years and a handful of months is SO independent. He's all about doing things 'by mine-self.' He came up to my room at 5:15 the other morning saying, mom, I need hugs and kisses. Not in a 'I'm scared' kind of way, but just as a matter of fact kinda way, like: 'Hey mom, I just really want hugs and kisses right now.' Then he got down, said, 'Night, mom!' And left my room. I was completely shocked first of all because usually he won't leave his room if it's dark in the hall. He has a nightlight and Christmas lights in his room to help him sleep. Second of all, because I didn't need to ask him to go back to bed. After he left my room, I could hear random noise coming from down the hall. I waited, thinking he had run into the fridge or the wall, but eventually I got up to see an empty kitchen, with a kitchen chair pushed up to the sink. I continued on down the stairs to see Boston kicked back on his bed drinking water out of his cars cup. Oh boy. He did all of that in the dark, with only a small light coming from the fridge. 2 hours later I woke up to dishes banging around in the kitchen. Good grief! After another few minutes he called out to me saying: 'Moooooom, breakfast is ready!' I walked in the kitchen, and he had completely set the table, bowls, spoons, and had cups out. He had gotten all the cereal off the top shelf in the pantry, and even gotten Ellie a sippy cup. What a lucky mom I am! Everyone also had a sugar cookie by their bowl, and mine somehow had two big bites taken out of it. Boston had no idea how that happened... Haha
Boston has started online preschool through the Waterford Upstart program. Its all online, which is cool, and he is learning all sorts of things. Letters, numbers, left and right, even writing and reading. Its kind of crazy. He does 20-30 minutes 5 times a week. The first time he did it he had a hard time figuring out how to use the computer mouse. By the end of the first week he had a pretty good handle on it. There was one activity where he was learning the words: above and below. They had different colored mice on the side of the screen, and they would ask him, for example, to take the brown mouse to the cheese 'above' the door. And he would click and drag the mouse to the right place to eat the cheese. He didn't understand how to click and drag, so I was trying to show him how, and at one point he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, Mom, its just too hard, I can't do it. My heart broke a little. I had to sit and cry with him for a second. He eventually got the hang of it, and now he gets mad when they don't give him the mouse activity every day.
A few weeks ago we all caught colds. Just small little annoying ones, no big deal. Boston was the first to catch the cold, so he was starting to get better just as the rest of us were coming down with it. Just as I thought he was completely over it, he just started coughing really hard. Sometimes I feel like my coughs get worse towards the end of a cold, just that kind of dry yucky cough and for that reason I didn't think anything of it. Next thing I know, he was vomiting all over the place. He would cough was so violently, it would trigger his gag reflex and he would just throw up. It escalated so fast, I had no idea what the heck happened. I thought maybe he had just been a little too active for trying to get over the cold, and maybe he just needed a little more rest. That night we were at Dustin's Eagle Court of Honor, and he literally sounded like he was hacking up his lungs. He had been running around the gym with cousins, so I again hesitated to take him in, because there is nothing I hate more, than taking a sick child in to the doctor, only for them to tell me that its just a cold, or there is nothing wrong with them. His cough would also get better, and then get really bad again, really fast.
Finally deciding to just take him in, his oxygen levels were at a 93. What does that mean? How the heck do I know....they just said it wasn't good. Boston's lungs were making a 'crackling' sound, so they ordered him a chest x-ray. He was so good for it! Even when the nurse strapped a little lead loin cloth around his waist to protect his goods. There were bunches of cloudiness shown in his two lungs. The radiologist diagnosed it negative for pneumonia, so we were sent home with nothing we could do. At 9:30 that night, I got a call from Boston's pediatrician calling to check on him. She told me she was 'unsettled' about the diagnosis, and hadn't been able to stop thinking or worrying about him. She said she was going to go against the radiologists diagnosis, and get him on antibiotics for pneumonia. She advised me to wait, and give it to him if he had another rough night sleeping. I walked in the door to hear Boston coughing and choking down in his room. Prescription it is. It took a few days for the cough to really die down, but his cough is completely gone now. He likes to look at his chest x-ray a lot. He thinks its pretty cool! We have gotten ridiculously lucky with doctors that are mindful of us and have our best interest at heart.
Boston is very particular about just about everything. If I turn a light on, he will go turn it off, and then turn it on himself. If I put his blankets on him in the wrong order, I am in big trouble. This order changes sometimes, but usually, he needs his 'baby blanklet' first, then his puppy dog blanket, and lastly, his BYU BIG blanklet. His puppy dog pillow needs to be in the same position every night, with his head right on top of the puppy dogs head. It looks ridiculously uncomfortable.
Boston can do most everything himself now. He can even put his shoes on by himself, although he sometimes still needs help figuring out which shoe goes on which foot. Most of the time, he comes upstairs completely dressed and with breakfast ready. He spoils me.
One night a few days ago Ellie had a rough time sleeping. She and I were both exhausted, after being up so much in the night, that I remember waking up at 9:30 in the morning on my OWN (Hallelujah, am I right???) and he was in the living room playing dinosaurs quietly. He earned major brownie points that day.
Finally, the other day, doing the kids hair, he cried when I spiked his hair and did his faux-hawk. He told me he doesn't like his hair 'spicy,' anymore. I could have cried. I'm sure he'll have it again, but how sad!!!
Things Boston is into right now: BATMAN. He loves everything batman, or superhero. He loves books, dinosaurs, trains, Daniel Tiger, lego's, letters, playing outside, sword fighting, and doing everything himself. He loves to play with cousins! He also loves playing with his friends :Benson Turner, James Monson, and Ethan Johnson.
Boston has started online preschool through the Waterford Upstart program. Its all online, which is cool, and he is learning all sorts of things. Letters, numbers, left and right, even writing and reading. Its kind of crazy. He does 20-30 minutes 5 times a week. The first time he did it he had a hard time figuring out how to use the computer mouse. By the end of the first week he had a pretty good handle on it. There was one activity where he was learning the words: above and below. They had different colored mice on the side of the screen, and they would ask him, for example, to take the brown mouse to the cheese 'above' the door. And he would click and drag the mouse to the right place to eat the cheese. He didn't understand how to click and drag, so I was trying to show him how, and at one point he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, Mom, its just too hard, I can't do it. My heart broke a little. I had to sit and cry with him for a second. He eventually got the hang of it, and now he gets mad when they don't give him the mouse activity every day.
A few weeks ago we all caught colds. Just small little annoying ones, no big deal. Boston was the first to catch the cold, so he was starting to get better just as the rest of us were coming down with it. Just as I thought he was completely over it, he just started coughing really hard. Sometimes I feel like my coughs get worse towards the end of a cold, just that kind of dry yucky cough and for that reason I didn't think anything of it. Next thing I know, he was vomiting all over the place. He would cough was so violently, it would trigger his gag reflex and he would just throw up. It escalated so fast, I had no idea what the heck happened. I thought maybe he had just been a little too active for trying to get over the cold, and maybe he just needed a little more rest. That night we were at Dustin's Eagle Court of Honor, and he literally sounded like he was hacking up his lungs. He had been running around the gym with cousins, so I again hesitated to take him in, because there is nothing I hate more, than taking a sick child in to the doctor, only for them to tell me that its just a cold, or there is nothing wrong with them. His cough would also get better, and then get really bad again, really fast.
Finally deciding to just take him in, his oxygen levels were at a 93. What does that mean? How the heck do I know....they just said it wasn't good. Boston's lungs were making a 'crackling' sound, so they ordered him a chest x-ray. He was so good for it! Even when the nurse strapped a little lead loin cloth around his waist to protect his goods. There were bunches of cloudiness shown in his two lungs. The radiologist diagnosed it negative for pneumonia, so we were sent home with nothing we could do. At 9:30 that night, I got a call from Boston's pediatrician calling to check on him. She told me she was 'unsettled' about the diagnosis, and hadn't been able to stop thinking or worrying about him. She said she was going to go against the radiologists diagnosis, and get him on antibiotics for pneumonia. She advised me to wait, and give it to him if he had another rough night sleeping. I walked in the door to hear Boston coughing and choking down in his room. Prescription it is. It took a few days for the cough to really die down, but his cough is completely gone now. He likes to look at his chest x-ray a lot. He thinks its pretty cool! We have gotten ridiculously lucky with doctors that are mindful of us and have our best interest at heart.
Boston is very particular about just about everything. If I turn a light on, he will go turn it off, and then turn it on himself. If I put his blankets on him in the wrong order, I am in big trouble. This order changes sometimes, but usually, he needs his 'baby blanklet' first, then his puppy dog blanket, and lastly, his BYU BIG blanklet. His puppy dog pillow needs to be in the same position every night, with his head right on top of the puppy dogs head. It looks ridiculously uncomfortable.
Boston can do most everything himself now. He can even put his shoes on by himself, although he sometimes still needs help figuring out which shoe goes on which foot. Most of the time, he comes upstairs completely dressed and with breakfast ready. He spoils me.
One night a few days ago Ellie had a rough time sleeping. She and I were both exhausted, after being up so much in the night, that I remember waking up at 9:30 in the morning on my OWN (Hallelujah, am I right???) and he was in the living room playing dinosaurs quietly. He earned major brownie points that day.
Finally, the other day, doing the kids hair, he cried when I spiked his hair and did his faux-hawk. He told me he doesn't like his hair 'spicy,' anymore. I could have cried. I'm sure he'll have it again, but how sad!!!
Things Boston is into right now: BATMAN. He loves everything batman, or superhero. He loves books, dinosaurs, trains, Daniel Tiger, lego's, letters, playing outside, sword fighting, and doing everything himself. He loves to play with cousins! He also loves playing with his friends :Benson Turner, James Monson, and Ethan Johnson.
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| Boston and Ethan |
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| Swinging with the Startups |
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| Boston likes to play Mario Kart |
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| Boston does NOT like his taco rolled up |
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| Getting his chest x-ray done |
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| Good job buddy! |
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| Boston and Ethan |
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| Cinderella cleaning the floor |
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| Cuddling with a sick Boston |
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| At the doctor |
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| Jazz game! We had great seats! |
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| Boston cleaning the bathroom with my toothbrush |
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| Breakfast is ready! |
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