23 July 2006
Eric and Krystal's anniversary is fast approaching and they celebrated by biking the Katy trail. Okay, only a very small part of the trail, but enough for us to get an idea of what it's like, and what biking is like, and how nice it is to be outside and moving when it's 80 degrees and breezy. The breeze was not so nice when pulling Raina in her little cart, but that's why Eric has such powerful legs.
Raina has been very regular in her BMs as of late: she has one when at the YMCA daycare, and then maybe one other in the day. Raina skipped that on Thursday and on Friday and on Saturday. She was very constipated. And she wasn't eating much as a result -- we were very worried by the fact that she'd eat breakfast and then literally would eat nothing else in her day. She refused foods that she normally eats with abandon. It was alarming. On Saturday evening, Raina had her very explosive BM: something solid was surrounded by LOTS of diarrhea. She seemed much happier after this occurrence, but still didn't eat much dinner. Sunday morning, Raina woke up crying because her eyes were glued shut. No amount of consoling really worked. Mommy resorted to rocking her back and forth on the squeaky couch and singing to her, just like she was three months old again. She also was ravenous, and we figured that the incessant crying was due to the eye situation and extreme hunger pains. That was probably all true, but other stomach pains were involved. After eating a sizable breakfast, Raina wanted to cuddle on mommy's lap on the couch. We read a number of books, and then Raina got off the couch and pointed to her belly. Almost immediately thereafter, she started to puke. Repeatedly. On the living room floor, on herself, on her loveys, and she was PANICKED!!! She desperately wanted to cuddle with mommy (who was trying to catch her puke with her hands) or with daddy (who was trying to clean up the floor). Oh the look in Raina's eye -- she so wanted comforting and no one would give it to her. So mommy snatched her up, deposited her in the kitchen sink (which was good, more vomit to come!), stripped, and then cuddled with the little miss. It's very disconcerting to vomit, even when you're consciously aware that is what's occurring, and I should imagine it's even worse when you don't understand why your body is doing such horrible, horrible things to you.
But Raina has been better since: she actually ate her snack and dinner, which are both good signs of Raina recovery.
Raina knows the baby signs for more, hat, flower, all done, drink, and bye-bye, and she uses them rather consistently. I have the feeling that Raina would use signs for about anything, provided we just taught her the word. She also points to bellies and noses, which are new words in her "I understand!" vocabulary.
Raina had her first "baby gymnastics" class, which was mostly a paid playland. I'm mostly disappointed in our first trip, although the little miss had a lot of fun and really enjoyed playing with hula hoops for the first time.
Raina has become quite the water baby. She loves taking a bath -- she definitely understands the word -- and we have added it to the afternoon routine. (STL is too hot to do anything outside as of late.) She loves to splash and fill and dump containers and play with the squirt toys and whatever else she can think up. And she likes practicing saying the word duck. She has the "du" part, but doesn't do anything past that yet. She also enjoys turning her water cup upside down and watching the water drip. I blame myself for this one: I showed Raina that you can pour water from the cup into a plant at the Y. She enjoys ending our trips in that way.
Raina likes routines. She likes leaving the Y nursery and going to the towel, she likes eating her snack and jabbering at the people, she likes putting the towel in its rightful place at the end of the trip. She likes putting her high chair back in the kitchen and putting her shoes next to the door. She even tries to put her toothbrush and cups on the counter (even though she cannot quite reach them yet). She gets upset if someone else works the mailbox, and she always wants to push the stroller back into its correct position.
This is one great baby.
Raina has been very regular in her BMs as of late: she has one when at the YMCA daycare, and then maybe one other in the day. Raina skipped that on Thursday and on Friday and on Saturday. She was very constipated. And she wasn't eating much as a result -- we were very worried by the fact that she'd eat breakfast and then literally would eat nothing else in her day. She refused foods that she normally eats with abandon. It was alarming. On Saturday evening, Raina had her very explosive BM: something solid was surrounded by LOTS of diarrhea. She seemed much happier after this occurrence, but still didn't eat much dinner. Sunday morning, Raina woke up crying because her eyes were glued shut. No amount of consoling really worked. Mommy resorted to rocking her back and forth on the squeaky couch and singing to her, just like she was three months old again. She also was ravenous, and we figured that the incessant crying was due to the eye situation and extreme hunger pains. That was probably all true, but other stomach pains were involved. After eating a sizable breakfast, Raina wanted to cuddle on mommy's lap on the couch. We read a number of books, and then Raina got off the couch and pointed to her belly. Almost immediately thereafter, she started to puke. Repeatedly. On the living room floor, on herself, on her loveys, and she was PANICKED!!! She desperately wanted to cuddle with mommy (who was trying to catch her puke with her hands) or with daddy (who was trying to clean up the floor). Oh the look in Raina's eye -- she so wanted comforting and no one would give it to her. So mommy snatched her up, deposited her in the kitchen sink (which was good, more vomit to come!), stripped, and then cuddled with the little miss. It's very disconcerting to vomit, even when you're consciously aware that is what's occurring, and I should imagine it's even worse when you don't understand why your body is doing such horrible, horrible things to you.
But Raina has been better since: she actually ate her snack and dinner, which are both good signs of Raina recovery.
Raina knows the baby signs for more, hat, flower, all done, drink, and bye-bye, and she uses them rather consistently. I have the feeling that Raina would use signs for about anything, provided we just taught her the word. She also points to bellies and noses, which are new words in her "I understand!" vocabulary.
Raina had her first "baby gymnastics" class, which was mostly a paid playland. I'm mostly disappointed in our first trip, although the little miss had a lot of fun and really enjoyed playing with hula hoops for the first time.
Raina has become quite the water baby. She loves taking a bath -- she definitely understands the word -- and we have added it to the afternoon routine. (STL is too hot to do anything outside as of late.) She loves to splash and fill and dump containers and play with the squirt toys and whatever else she can think up. And she likes practicing saying the word duck. She has the "du" part, but doesn't do anything past that yet. She also enjoys turning her water cup upside down and watching the water drip. I blame myself for this one: I showed Raina that you can pour water from the cup into a plant at the Y. She enjoys ending our trips in that way.
Raina likes routines. She likes leaving the Y nursery and going to the towel, she likes eating her snack and jabbering at the people, she likes putting the towel in its rightful place at the end of the trip. She likes putting her high chair back in the kitchen and putting her shoes next to the door. She even tries to put her toothbrush and cups on the counter (even though she cannot quite reach them yet). She gets upset if someone else works the mailbox, and she always wants to push the stroller back into its correct position.
This is one great baby.
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