Technically 15 months and 15 days. We didn't make it to the pediatrician for her well-baby check on time due to The Sickness. See pretty much every entry below. I feel like that's all I've talked about since I started posting 'round these parts again...
But finally, Kathryn is happy, healthy and HUGE! 90th percentile for weight. 96th percentile for height. And 99th percentile for head circumference.
Yesterday, for Brien's birthday, I took Kathryn to the local portrait studio and had some pictures taken. That was quite a challenge because the kid does not stop moving. Still, the photographer was awesome and got some really cute shots. And I spent way too much money. I'll post the link later. PROMISE! I'm still working on getting the pictures uploaded.
In the mean time, you can check out the new video page. Live action Kathryn! What more could you people ask for?
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
i officially hate shopping
I found the perfect dress. I paid a little lot more than I had originally planned. But is it worth my time and sanity to keep searching when I know I'll come up empty-handed? Nope, not in this girl's book.
This evening I ventured out in search of the perfect shoes and cardigan to go with the perfect dress. I found nothing after going to three of those huge mega shopping centers that are popping up every other mile in The 'Burbs. Ok, that's not true. I fretted over a pair of shoes that I kind of liked for $50. But I could not bear to part with that kind of money for a pair of shoes I wasn't wild about. I would probably never wear them again either. Yup. Suck. Back to square one.
I had this whole blog entry composed in my head while I was shopping, but if I posted every thing I wanted to write, we'd be here all night and I'm tired and want to go to bed. Here are the highlights:
Apparently I cut off this bitchy teenager as I was walking in front of the entrance to a store. She just couldn't shop fast enough! She got extremely snotty and said "Excuuuse me." I turned around and caught her mom's eye as she followed her daughter through the door and muttered, "fuck you." Totally unlike me to do that, but I was bitter that Ulta was out of my concealer. I was paranoid until I got to my car that they were going to hunt me down and beat me with their Louis Vuitton bags.
My foot seems to have an issue with dress shoes. Normally I wear a size 10. However, in heels and ballet flats, I wear a size 9. Although the size 9 in ballet flats is a tad too small. And a 9 1/2 is too big. Seriously, what is wrong with me? And don't even get me started on heels. I can not wear them. Not because they don't fit, but because I would fall flat on my face. I can barely walk without tripping in tennis shoes.
I saw a number of kids Kathryn's age out and about with their parents shopping at my daughter's bedtime. And later. I know there's all sorts of different approaches to parenting, but I just don't get it. My kid has to be in bed by 7:30. I need that time to myself at night. Otherwise every one is miserable.
I did end up buying a few things. Food at Wendy's. Fried rice for dinner doesn't cut it in our house, as crazy quick as our metabolisms are.
This evening I ventured out in search of the perfect shoes and cardigan to go with the perfect dress. I found nothing after going to three of those huge mega shopping centers that are popping up every other mile in The 'Burbs. Ok, that's not true. I fretted over a pair of shoes that I kind of liked for $50. But I could not bear to part with that kind of money for a pair of shoes I wasn't wild about. I would probably never wear them again either. Yup. Suck. Back to square one.
I had this whole blog entry composed in my head while I was shopping, but if I posted every thing I wanted to write, we'd be here all night and I'm tired and want to go to bed. Here are the highlights:
Apparently I cut off this bitchy teenager as I was walking in front of the entrance to a store. She just couldn't shop fast enough! She got extremely snotty and said "Excuuuse me." I turned around and caught her mom's eye as she followed her daughter through the door and muttered, "fuck you." Totally unlike me to do that, but I was bitter that Ulta was out of my concealer. I was paranoid until I got to my car that they were going to hunt me down and beat me with their Louis Vuitton bags.
My foot seems to have an issue with dress shoes. Normally I wear a size 10. However, in heels and ballet flats, I wear a size 9. Although the size 9 in ballet flats is a tad too small. And a 9 1/2 is too big. Seriously, what is wrong with me? And don't even get me started on heels. I can not wear them. Not because they don't fit, but because I would fall flat on my face. I can barely walk without tripping in tennis shoes.
I saw a number of kids Kathryn's age out and about with their parents shopping at my daughter's bedtime. And later. I know there's all sorts of different approaches to parenting, but I just don't get it. My kid has to be in bed by 7:30. I need that time to myself at night. Otherwise every one is miserable.
I did end up buying a few things. Food at Wendy's. Fried rice for dinner doesn't cut it in our house, as crazy quick as our metabolisms are.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
and she refuses to drink cranberry juice
Thanks to every one who inquired about Kathryn's health and wishes for a speedy recovery. All two of you. The rest of you can suck it, like the guy I flipped off today for passing me on a residential street. The speed limit is only 25 miles per hour, fucktard! And you know the best part about it? I caught up with him at the next speed bump. Seriously, sir, YOU ARE A DUMBASS!
But I digress. The Monday before last we took Kathryn to see the nurse practitioner at her pediatrician's office. She had been feverish since Thursday and I thought she may have a bit of a stomach bug, you know, with the vomiting and diarrhea and all. The official diagnosis was acute gastroenteritis. Oh, don't worry about it, said the nurse practitioner. She'll be fine in three or four days. Ok, great. But by Wednesday she was not feeling better and I was losing my mind. The poor child was miserable and my patience was wearing thin. I made an appointment for Thursday morning.
We went in and saw the doctor this time. After listening to Kathryn's symptoms and examining her thoroughly, she decided to take a urine sample. This is a horrible procedure for a one-year old to endure and I do not recommend being in the same room while it is performed if you don't want to sob uncontrollably while your child screams bloody murder on the exam table.
Turns out Kathryn had a urinary tract infection. Poor girl. And after the trauma of getting the urine sample, they just had to go and stick her in the thigh with a needle full of antibiotics. Damn them!
She's on oral antibiotics now and is finally getting back to her normal, feisty self. You know, instead of whimpering all day long because it burns every time she pee, now she is screaming all day long because she's not getting her way.
I took her in for a follow up appointment yesterday and because she's so young and she's already had a UTI, her doctor wants to have an ultrasound done of her bladder and kidneys to make sure there are no abnormalities. That's going to be a fun experience, but better safe than sorry, right? Right.
But I digress. The Monday before last we took Kathryn to see the nurse practitioner at her pediatrician's office. She had been feverish since Thursday and I thought she may have a bit of a stomach bug, you know, with the vomiting and diarrhea and all. The official diagnosis was acute gastroenteritis. Oh, don't worry about it, said the nurse practitioner. She'll be fine in three or four days. Ok, great. But by Wednesday she was not feeling better and I was losing my mind. The poor child was miserable and my patience was wearing thin. I made an appointment for Thursday morning.
We went in and saw the doctor this time. After listening to Kathryn's symptoms and examining her thoroughly, she decided to take a urine sample. This is a horrible procedure for a one-year old to endure and I do not recommend being in the same room while it is performed if you don't want to sob uncontrollably while your child screams bloody murder on the exam table.
Turns out Kathryn had a urinary tract infection. Poor girl. And after the trauma of getting the urine sample, they just had to go and stick her in the thigh with a needle full of antibiotics. Damn them!
She's on oral antibiotics now and is finally getting back to her normal, feisty self. You know, instead of whimpering all day long because it burns every time she pee, now she is screaming all day long because she's not getting her way.
I took her in for a follow up appointment yesterday and because she's so young and she's already had a UTI, her doctor wants to have an ultrasound done of her bladder and kidneys to make sure there are no abnormalities. That's going to be a fun experience, but better safe than sorry, right? Right.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
temperature watch, day 7
103 degrees first thing this morning when I changed her diaper. ::beats head in to wall::
Please, someone, MAKE IT STOP! Or break. I guess that's the more appropriate thing to say when you're dealing with fevers.
Currently, she is passed out in her crib, which I suppose is an improvement over her sleeping on me all day.
Please, someone, MAKE IT STOP! Or break. I guess that's the more appropriate thing to say when you're dealing with fevers.
Currently, she is passed out in her crib, which I suppose is an improvement over her sleeping on me all day.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
the search for the perfect dress
I lost it this morning when I took my daughter's temperature and saw, hey, look, it's at 103.9 degrees. For the fifth day in a row! I'm trying hard not to stress, considering the nurse practitioner told me that it's perfectly normal. If she's not better by Friday, however, I'm taking Kathryn back to the doctor. It's horrible to see your kid miserable. I just want her to feel better already.
Thankfully, I got a nice break from my sick kid. I dropped Kathryn off with her Mom-Mom and took the day for myself, picking up some much needed t-shirts at Old Navy. And all on sale! I'm also on the hunt for a dress. Not too fancy, but not too casual. Somewhere in between. Why? Because my mother and I are headed back to the Midwest this May to attend a retirement party for one of her former co-workers and I need to look hot! Heh. I found a fantastic, simple black dress that I love. For $120. Shoot me in the head. It seems like every reasonably priced frock has some loud, obnoxious print on it. And that makes me throw up a little bit in my mouth.
So, tell me, where can I find a cute, simple dress that accentuates my boobs? Anyone?
Thankfully, I got a nice break from my sick kid. I dropped Kathryn off with her Mom-Mom and took the day for myself, picking up some much needed t-shirts at Old Navy. And all on sale! I'm also on the hunt for a dress. Not too fancy, but not too casual. Somewhere in between. Why? Because my mother and I are headed back to the Midwest this May to attend a retirement party for one of her former co-workers and I need to look hot! Heh. I found a fantastic, simple black dress that I love. For $120. Shoot me in the head. It seems like every reasonably priced frock has some loud, obnoxious print on it. And that makes me throw up a little bit in my mouth.
So, tell me, where can I find a cute, simple dress that accentuates my boobs? Anyone?
Monday, March 10, 2008
i should be sleeping
I always get sucked in to the worst reality TV shows. Today, while my feverish child lounged on me, I watched Keeping Up With the Kardashians. LOVE IT!
Currently, I've got Jon and Kate Plus 8 on in the background while I surf the web. It's a trainwreck. I can't look away. I think I've got it rough with one kid. I cannot imagine having eight, let alone six of them being active, mobile toddlers. That is my worst nightmare. I'm already terrified that I'll have twins next time around...
Perhaps if Kathryn decides to do her 2-5 a.m. wake up this morning, they'll have a middle of the night marathon of Scott Baio is 46...and Pregnant on VH1. Fingers crossed! Although let's hope Kathryn sleeps through the night instead.
Currently, I've got Jon and Kate Plus 8 on in the background while I surf the web. It's a trainwreck. I can't look away. I think I've got it rough with one kid. I cannot imagine having eight, let alone six of them being active, mobile toddlers. That is my worst nightmare. I'm already terrified that I'll have twins next time around...
Perhaps if Kathryn decides to do her 2-5 a.m. wake up this morning, they'll have a middle of the night marathon of Scott Baio is 46...and Pregnant on VH1. Fingers crossed! Although let's hope Kathryn sleeps through the night instead.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
make it stop!
My kid is sick. Again! Imagine that! Are you surprised? No, I didn't think so. As much as I write about my kids many ailments, I should rename this blog to Spastic Sicko. What do you think? It's got a nice ring to it.
I've been meaning to post about tons of things, like our visit to the gym place. It was awful. You know why? Because it was bring a friend day, so all of the other mothers had their buddies with them. Therefore there wasn't much socializing and I felt totally awkward and out of place. But I feel that way going to the grocery store, so I guess it was just like any other day. Despite this, I'm thinking of signing Kathryn up for the next session because while I hated it, she loved it. You know, if her immune system finally decides to start working.
Perhaps I will post later about our family's love for Radio Flyer wagons. Ok, it's more of an obsession, but that's besides the point. I just want an excuse to share an adorable video of Kathryn. Stay tuned...
I've been meaning to post about tons of things, like our visit to the gym place. It was awful. You know why? Because it was bring a friend day, so all of the other mothers had their buddies with them. Therefore there wasn't much socializing and I felt totally awkward and out of place. But I feel that way going to the grocery store, so I guess it was just like any other day. Despite this, I'm thinking of signing Kathryn up for the next session because while I hated it, she loved it. You know, if her immune system finally decides to start working.
Perhaps I will post later about our family's love for Radio Flyer wagons. Ok, it's more of an obsession, but that's besides the point. I just want an excuse to share an adorable video of Kathryn. Stay tuned...
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