tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14925692009-06-03T09:44:01.442-07:00Sylnoreply@blogger.comBlogger990125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492569.post-85831370724683525022009-03-28T06:14:00.000-07:002009-03-28T06:15:11.210-07:00

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My two poor boys, completely loveable in all ways lately, are both ailing. Dexter was up all night vomiting with a 103.6 degree fever. And Zach has stitches in his head from a rough fall onto a hard chair. :( They're both going to the doctor together today.

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Sylnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492569.post-78982708137864283732009-02-28T10:31:00.000-08:002009-02-28T10:32:41.802-08:00

Dexter usually can forego his morning nap in favor of activity, now; but not in the car...

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Well, let's see. I can't say there are huge milestones, but there are things that make us smile...Dexter has figured out how to open doors, and he opens them. He's tall enough and has the dexterity. He can also put tops on containers.Zach likes me to customize his lullabies at night to reflect his day and his imagination. Lately he's Eve and Dexter is Wall-E.Leaving for work is hard, and the boys

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Here's Dexter, enjoying a second round of birthday cake. Zach and I baked this one, and celebrated with Sky, Tillie and Minnie. Happy birthday, sweet Dexty!

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I've been fixing the archives today, and so I've been reading them. It's almost like reading the blog of someone I don't know -- except that I have a vague shadow of a memory of some of the things. Not all, to be sure. But it's really like that was a whole other life, a whole other person.

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... Just updated the archives. That is, they work now. Blogging for a long time now, huh?

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Both kids are doing new things lately. Around Christmas, Dexter started eating solids. I don't mean the semi-liquid babyfood kind of solids, which he has always rejected -- but actual pieces of bread and broccoli and stuff. This is weird, because he went straight from bottle to pieces of food. No purees! Animal crackers are his favorite.Zachy has now started requesting baths from Daddy.

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Dexi-roni, as we often call him, got his first hair cut this weekend. He was pretty happy with the process, though he got less smiley at the end. He looks like a toddler now, not a baby -- which, if defined by toddling about, he IS.

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I really have always disliked the use of antiseptic hand wash in public, shopping cart covers at the supermarket, and crusades for kids to sneeze into their elbows. And then came December. Oh, the agony of sickness. Now that the kids have both been healthy for a week or so, I'm completely paranoid. I'm so terrified of going down that awful path again, that I've become one of those mothers!

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Well, let's see. I must update, yet, what to say? Dexie walks. He has stopped crawling, he just walks, even runs a bit -- especially if he gets a little off balance. He's not so much a baby now, though snuggly and cute; he's really turned into a toddler. He seems to know a few words, like "No," (especially when screamed by Zach), his name, and Mama and Dada. I suspect he knows Zach's name

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The system is under strain: 3:00 am : Dexter wakes up and cries for 40 minutes 5:00 am : Dexter up with Mom for the day (we slept late!) 7:00 argue with husband about remodel deadlines 7:30 am : meet with tile installer to sketch desing on floor in new bathroom, trying to solve a bunch of critical problems in a rush 8:15 : meet with paint guys to finalize paint choices, shooting from the hip 8:

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Here are a LOT of things that Dexter has done in the past weeks, since I've neglected to tell:At 9 months old, Dexter had 8 teeth. He still does, but now he's 10 months oldAt 7 months, Dexter crawled. At 9 months, he took his first shaky steps. At 10 months, he's walking 6-8 steps at at time, and is a master at standing!Dex is getting leaner. Still appropriately baby-like and round, but

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It will come as a surprise to my readers to hear that I blog in my head many times a day. You probably assume that I don't think much about blogging, because I don't have many blogs. In fact, I lack the means to blog, not the will.Here are some Twitter-like microblog thoughts I've had lately:In my 20s I had a crush on Johnny Depp. Now I have a crush on Gavin Newsome. This means something

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You can see this one coming a mile away...

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Let's face it: our kids are bad sleepers. Dexter is generally better than he used to be, and better than Zach was, but last night we were up from 2 to 4. He seemed uncomfortable and wouldn't stay asleep. Then, like we've done all week, we got up with Dexter for the day at 4:45am.So we weren't happy this morning, and it seemed like the kids were extra crabby and fussy too (though it could be our

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I got a mug when I was seven that had a rose on it and the name "Sylvia." I was thrilled, because Sylvia is/was such an uncommon name that Sylvia merchandise was never available. My Aunt Thelma gave it to me, as I recall. I've taken it from job to job, since it's a good way to not lose my coffee mug. So today, day #2 at Rainmaker Systems, I toted my box of personal stuff in from the car, and

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I logged into Blogger today to write about what a hard stretch it has been -- mostly because of sleep deprivation, but partly because of job hunting and construction too. We've been slogging along for a while now, even with extra help around in the forms of Gramily and Tillie.So far the construction project hasn't been too invasive. The back yard is often a wreck, making it harder for Zachy to

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PUMPKIN TIME. One of my favorites, and let it be known that I loved Halloween long before it became a commercialized, chic holiday.Anyway, today was our official pumpkin patch visit, and here are the boys posing nicely.

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In case you need ring bearer outfits or other formal dress needs for your little boys, this place is the best! Low prices, incredibly friendly and honest people, and the stuff looks like it should.

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As it turns out, Dexter, Zach and I are all sick with colds and have pinkeye too. Zach's lungs are evolving, and even on a lower dose preventative inhaler, he is not wheezing. Big progress! On the other hand, Dex is fully engulfed in asthma, and we're not having a great time managing this.Tillie approached us about being a nanny for us rather than a daycare provider, which completely took me by

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The sun rises pretty slowly these days, but not so the little boys. Here they are cooperatively sitting for a phone camera shot to send to Daddy in Arizona.

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Dexter, recovering from pink eye, has gotten much better at night. That is, he's sleeping! Today I discovered that his problems had been at least two-fold - -though likely they were more than that. First, he wakes up only once to eat, now that we're adding rice cereal or baby food to his bottle. Second, the humidifier keeps his nose from getting stuffy and irritating him into

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And just like that, Zachy is potty trained. Well, we've had the potty around for many months, with passive encouragement in the form of jelly bean and M&M rewards. And then this summer I noticed that Zachy would take off his clothes in the back yard, when he got them wet from the hose, and then tell me when he had to go to the bathroom. So on Labor Day weekend, we decided to keep his pants off

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