Who needs a milk mustache when you can have a sweet potato beard? And hair... and hands... and pants... ... I think you get the point. Alyson loves to show off her new talent of eating "solids". We're getting ready to start trying the stage "2" foods that have more than one ingredient. She's been doing so well that she'll be able to start tasting things like cherries with apples or turkey and pears. Hmm, I don't really know about that one, but it'll probably be very good - I'll let you know as soon as we try it.Other exciting news is that I recently had ESWL done for the second time in the last 4 years. Extracorporeal Shockwave Lithotripsy is used to break up kidney stones that are too large to... uh... get out without a "get out of jail free" card. This will come as a shock to my parents as I didn't tell them that I was going in for the procedure again (I had it done in 2005 already). To tell you the truth, I'm a little surprised it even happened at all. I've already worn myself out whining about how ineffective the communication was from my doctor's office so I'm not going to bore you with the details - the short of it is that it's lucky that I called to find out if they had me scheduled and what I had to do to get myself there. It's also lucky that I've been through this before or I would have been very freaked out to find that my... uh... biproduct water would turn the color of fruit punch and then tang following the procedure. They're darn lucky, that's all I have to say. If I wasn't so passive (aggressive) I would address it in person to their staff when I go in for my follow up since I wasn't even given sufficient discharge instructions for someone who knew what to expect but I probably won't say anything at all. My friend Kris can tell you that I get stage fright in the face of confrontation. Anyway. Those are far more details than you wanted, but it's too late to take it back now. I've typed it and you've read it, so we can just consider it a bonding experience.
Moving on to more interesting news (or at least more pleasant to think about). Alyso
n is 6 months old as of last Wednesday (May14). She has a cold and since we're still fairly new to the whole parenting gig, we've taken her to the doctor twice in the past week to make sure that that's all it is. Poor baby has a real cough and a constantly running nose. I've often wondered why the body finds it necessary to make so darn much mucus. Is it bored? I know that physically it helps to flush the body of toxins and bad stuff and protect the passageways (like an obstacle course - read ob-stackle for all of you that love the movie "O' Brother Where Art Thou"). Anyway, so she'll have her official 6 month checkup this Friday and we'll have the "official" stats of her growth. When I took her to the doctor last monday (before she was actually 6 months) she was 15 lb 11 oz. Whew, what a chunker! We're so proud of her, she's growing so well and so fast. We're so honored to be her parents and enjoy having her in our lives. Ok, enough sap, I'm going to make myself cry and you vomit, but once again, it's too late to take it back.
n is 6 months old as of last Wednesday (May14). She has a cold and since we're still fairly new to the whole parenting gig, we've taken her to the doctor twice in the past week to make sure that that's all it is. Poor baby has a real cough and a constantly running nose. I've often wondered why the body finds it necessary to make so darn much mucus. Is it bored? I know that physically it helps to flush the body of toxins and bad stuff and protect the passageways (like an obstacle course - read ob-stackle for all of you that love the movie "O' Brother Where Art Thou"). Anyway, so she'll have her official 6 month checkup this Friday and we'll have the "official" stats of her growth. When I took her to the doctor last monday (before she was actually 6 months) she was 15 lb 11 oz. Whew, what a chunker! We're so proud of her, she's growing so well and so fast. We're so honored to be her parents and enjoy having her in our lives. Ok, enough sap, I'm going to make myself cry and you vomit, but once again, it's too late to take it back.Ah, well. Bonding.
