Darn

I woke up with a cold this morning, and I'm not the only one; Aiden is a touch sniffly, too, though you wouldn't really know it from the photo. Mike's at boxing, and I don't really feel like doing much other than lay around and browse the internet. Hope you're all enjoying your weekend and feeling better than I am. :)

Which One's the Monkey?

Not What I Was Hoping For

Today finally arrived--the day for us to see Dr. Brown for a weight check. I was a bit nervous as Aiden reverted back to his refusal to eat this weekend. I want to blame it on his upper teeth (one has FINALLY come through, and you can see the other three), but that seems like a cop-out for some reason. He had been doing SO WELL for a week there...but no more. Anyways, Aiden (who may I just tell you is in a horrible mood today) sat down on that scale, and the nurse cheerfully read "17 pounds 3 ounces." My heart sank a little. I know it's good that he's gained weight as opposed to lost it, but the only thing my brain was telling me was that's not even a pound in 6 weeks. Dr. Brown talked to me a bit and offered suggestions, such as giving him things you wouldn't normally expect to give a baby--like hummus--and to keep offering him new things while Mike & I are eating our meals. He also said to call him at the beginning of March, and if the situation hasn't improved, we'll probably need to have a dietary evaluation at Children's Hospital. OUCH. So at this point I'm pretty much trying my best not to freak out. It also doesn't help that Aiden refused his Pediasure (which he usually LOVES) after we got home. *SIGH*
In happier Aiden news (actually I guess it depends on who you talk to), Aiden got his first bona fide haircut yesterday, ala PooPoo. We were visiting my folks for my brother's birthday (Happy 25th, John!), and I had mentioned to her the day before that it was probably time to trim it up a bit. Now I was just slightly in love with his bed-head look, so when Mom lopped off the first tuft of hair--and it was more than 2 INCHES LONG--I almost hyperventilated. I guess I didn't realize his scruffy look meant so much to me. I'm sure I'll get used to this new cut, but right now I'm stifling the urge to ask my mom if she can mail me what she chopped off so I can figure out a creative way to glue it back to his head.
So next up for today is my turn at the doctor's; hopefully she can tell me that my blood pressure is going down, why my heart feels like it's fluttering randomly, and whether or not I have arthritis/carpal tunnel/etc. in my right hand. I'm sure hoping this week gets better...

A Visit from "Aunt" Courtney

We were lucky enough to FINALLY get together last night with one of my bestest buds--Ms. Courtney. Since we have opposite schedules, and then sometimes life in general gets in the way, it took awhile for us to hook up, but it was well worth the wait because we finally got to exchange Christmas presents! Aiden especially loves his new Leap Frog guitar--that is, if he can get it away from me! I know I'm a big dork, but it's awful fun to pretend to be rockin' out on a plastic guitar that's singing nursery rhymes in Spanish :)
Not much else going on here other than that; we're hoping to head up to the 'field on Sunday so Aiden can visit with PaPa & PooPoo since we haven't been there since Christmas. I really hate that these visits are so governed by the weather this time of year--just another reason snow, cold & I don't get along--but I guess there's nothing to be done about that. :)

I Promise...

...to stop messing with the look of my blog.*


*At least until next month.

:)