Daddy & Aves take on one of the latest big hits-- Jason Derulo (featuring Imogen Heap's) Whatcha Say. Once again, please disregard the playroom mess in the background - par for the course when these music videos depend on instantly dropping everything you are doing when a four year old suddenly feels inspired. Also please note the "costumes" that she picked out for both her and Jeff; "Daddy, we need to wear matching white shirts and sideways hats for the show!"
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Dear Daddy-- MAYDAY! MAYDAY! Come home from work NOW and save me from this estrogen-fueled nonsense!!!! Love, Gav
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Isn't 4 a little young to petition for name change?
Out of the blue, my daughter very bluntly informed me on the way to school this morning that,
"When we are in the car, I shall be called Emily. My name is never again Ava while I am in this carseat, so please don't call me that. Got it?"
I contemplated responding with something like:
"Ok, well if that is the case, then anytime between Fridays at 5pm and Monday mornings, I shall not answer to 'Mommy' nor any requests to wipe a runny nose, cut up a piece of chicken at dinner, bring a cup of water at bedtime, help tie shoes, change poopy diapers, put band-aids on boo-boos, be the time-out police, or wipe a bum. Also, no laundry, cleaning, cooking, household errands, vacuuming, dusting, dishes, or making beds during this time-frame. Got it?"
Lucky for 'Emily,' I am a level-headed Mommy and simply responded with a smile and a nod:
"Of course, Emily. You got it!"
"When we are in the car, I shall be called Emily. My name is never again Ava while I am in this carseat, so please don't call me that. Got it?"
I contemplated responding with something like:
"Ok, well if that is the case, then anytime between Fridays at 5pm and Monday mornings, I shall not answer to 'Mommy' nor any requests to wipe a runny nose, cut up a piece of chicken at dinner, bring a cup of water at bedtime, help tie shoes, change poopy diapers, put band-aids on boo-boos, be the time-out police, or wipe a bum. Also, no laundry, cleaning, cooking, household errands, vacuuming, dusting, dishes, or making beds during this time-frame. Got it?"
Lucky for 'Emily,' I am a level-headed Mommy and simply responded with a smile and a nod:
"Of course, Emily. You got it!"
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Endearing nicknames for baby brother hits all-time high today:
"Hi Gavvey, my little mister naked nipple boy penis face!"
Monday, January 11, 2010
Cornea takes the Gold!
So this past Saturday morning, Gav was in his swing and started crying out of the blue. Upon picking him up & examining him, we immediately noticed that his poor little right eye looked very raw, red, and swollen. He kept whimpering in pain and it soon became obvious to us that he might have accidentally scratched himself in the eye while in his swing. We immediately brought him to be seen by the on-call Dr. She did this diagnostic test where yellow dye is dropped in the affected eye, and then a blacklight is used to examine it. When she did this, my heart broke into a million pieces and I wanted to cry; The Dr. didn't even have to point out the obvious, 1/2 of an M & M sized sliver of bright yellow dye in the center of his eye, signifying a large tear. Even the Dr. said that this was a pretty "big gouge" and that we may have to see a Pediatric Opthamologist. She sent us home with antibiotic ointment and told us to give the little guy Tylenol as needed since this was "definitely extremely painful."
I felt so helpless, so sick for him. Definitely ranked on the very top of the "I would give anything to switch places with my child and take all of their pain away" list.
Anywho, Saturday & Sunday were pretty rough days, as he was still in tons of pain, his eye was watering profusely, and he winced in pain any time he attempted to open it past a squint.
Well, this morning we had our follow-up with the Dr. and were definitely expecting the worst-- to be referred over to the Opthamologist for further evaluation of this "massive gouge."
So, same thing again....yellow dye, blacklight, and...
"Where's the spot?" I quickly asked the Dr.
She, too, saw nothing at all and quickly determined that she had not used enough dye. So, blacklight off, more yellow dye, blacklight back on, and take two...But still, nothing.
"Wow," the Dr. said to me as we stared into Gavin's eyes in the blacklight. "Unbelievable. It's gone-- completely healed. His little body knew to produce another cornea in less than 48 hours-- how amazing is that!"
"Amazing," I parroted, entranced by the electric blue that illuminated Gavin's eyes in front of me.
She switched the lights back on and my heart instantly melted in the realization that we wouldn't have to go see a specialist, that my little trooper was no longer in pain, and that his tiny little eye healed perfectly fine on his own.
As the Dr. was leaving the room, she said to me, "Just so you know, I certainly wasn't expecting today's visit to go this well-- especially considering the size of the abrasion 2 days ago. It was one of the biggest I've seen in a baby his size. You have one strong little boy on your hands!"
With that, I picked up my little boy, smothered him with kisses & tickles until he giggled his contagious belly laugh, and we headed home.
In conclusion, I'd like to make a quick little shout-out: Cornea,you have officially amazed me, and you pretty much rock for knowing how to regenerate like that. (Well, you and the Starfish.)
I felt so helpless, so sick for him. Definitely ranked on the very top of the "I would give anything to switch places with my child and take all of their pain away" list.
Anywho, Saturday & Sunday were pretty rough days, as he was still in tons of pain, his eye was watering profusely, and he winced in pain any time he attempted to open it past a squint.
Well, this morning we had our follow-up with the Dr. and were definitely expecting the worst-- to be referred over to the Opthamologist for further evaluation of this "massive gouge."
So, same thing again....yellow dye, blacklight, and...
"Where's the spot?" I quickly asked the Dr.
She, too, saw nothing at all and quickly determined that she had not used enough dye. So, blacklight off, more yellow dye, blacklight back on, and take two...But still, nothing.
"Wow," the Dr. said to me as we stared into Gavin's eyes in the blacklight. "Unbelievable. It's gone-- completely healed. His little body knew to produce another cornea in less than 48 hours-- how amazing is that!"
"Amazing," I parroted, entranced by the electric blue that illuminated Gavin's eyes in front of me.
She switched the lights back on and my heart instantly melted in the realization that we wouldn't have to go see a specialist, that my little trooper was no longer in pain, and that his tiny little eye healed perfectly fine on his own.
As the Dr. was leaving the room, she said to me, "Just so you know, I certainly wasn't expecting today's visit to go this well-- especially considering the size of the abrasion 2 days ago. It was one of the biggest I've seen in a baby his size. You have one strong little boy on your hands!"
With that, I picked up my little boy, smothered him with kisses & tickles until he giggled his contagious belly laugh, and we headed home.
In conclusion, I'd like to make a quick little shout-out: Cornea,you have officially amazed me, and you pretty much rock for knowing how to regenerate like that. (Well, you and the Starfish.)
Ava's random thought of the day
(while driving home from Preschool)
A: "I'd really like a brother, Momma."
Me: "Ummm, do you not see that adorable bundle of brother sitting in the car-seat next to you?!"
A: "No Momma, I mean like a BIG brother. And his name would be something like Billy, and he would be thirteen and a half, and he'd do things like make me grilled cheeses and throw snowballs at me. Wouldn't that be cool?"
A: "I'd really like a brother, Momma."
Me: "Ummm, do you not see that adorable bundle of brother sitting in the car-seat next to you?!"
A: "No Momma, I mean like a BIG brother. And his name would be something like Billy, and he would be thirteen and a half, and he'd do things like make me grilled cheeses and throw snowballs at me. Wouldn't that be cool?"
Friday, January 8, 2010
Hip (ultrasounds) don't lie!
Voicemail I came home to today-
"Hi, this is a message for Gavin's mom, it's the nurse calling back. Just wanted to let you know that Gavin's hip ultrasounds both came back COMPLETELY normal. Everything is just where it should be, growing in the right spot, looks perfect. Turns out your little guy just has extra chubby, munch-able thighs. Enjoy them!"
...and enjoy them I certainly will :)
(*this was in response to a concern his pediatrician had on Monday at his 6-month checkup...there were some extra fat roll creases in the backs of his legs, and apparently this can be attributed to a condition called hip dysplasia. Needless to say, we spent the entire week worrying about the possibility of him having to be in a cast or apparatus for the next several months to alleviate the condition-- so when this was the voice-mail we received after his ultrasound, we were beyond grateful & ecstatic!)
"Hi, this is a message for Gavin's mom, it's the nurse calling back. Just wanted to let you know that Gavin's hip ultrasounds both came back COMPLETELY normal. Everything is just where it should be, growing in the right spot, looks perfect. Turns out your little guy just has extra chubby, munch-able thighs. Enjoy them!"
...and enjoy them I certainly will :)
(*this was in response to a concern his pediatrician had on Monday at his 6-month checkup...there were some extra fat roll creases in the backs of his legs, and apparently this can be attributed to a condition called hip dysplasia. Needless to say, we spent the entire week worrying about the possibility of him having to be in a cast or apparatus for the next several months to alleviate the condition-- so when this was the voice-mail we received after his ultrasound, we were beyond grateful & ecstatic!)
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