This afternoon we went to the Microsoft Silicon Valley Company Picnic at Saratoga Springs Park. We were pretty late and missed the BBQ lunch because Logan had a super long nap (3.5 hrs!) and we didn't want to bother waking him....
So, we got there towards the tail end of the festivities, which was actually just fine since Logan is still too young to appreciate most of the activities anyway. We *did* get him on a swing (his favorite), slide and "bouncy house" before calling it a day.
I can't wait till he's big enough for a few roller coaster rides.
Last Sunday we three went up to the city to enjoy a Fiesta Lunch that Catherine and Danny hosted. As we were getting ready, Jon thought the outfit I was dressing Logan in was a little too preppy, so he disappeared for a minute and came back with a handful of gel to spike up Logan's hair. It was actually quite funny, especially the innocent "What's so funny guys?" look on Logan's face. :)
Don't these two bad boys look like they belong in the city?
We had a great time and of course, wonderful food to chow down on!! Logan, as always, was the center of attention and had fun tangling with Aunt Catherine's beautiful long hair. Click on the pics for more.....
This afternoon, I came to pick Logan up at school and the teachers greeted me with a big smile.
Logan's been crawling all day today!!
You mean he's just army crawling and scooting around, right?
No, he's really crawling.
No way!! Let's see!!
And so we put our little monkey on the spot. Of course, he then just sat there on the floor with his million dollar grin up at me, not moving an inch. That is, until I brought out his latest favorite "toy" - my car keys! He then proceeded to crawl about 8 ft or so across the floor, while I watched in amazement.
I cannot describe how giddy and happy and PROUD I felt! I called Jon immediately, telling him to get ready for the show of his life when we got home....
Of course, Logan was hungry and tired by the time we got home. He did do a little crawling for Daddy, but while crying at the same time. *sigh* So, my first few videos were a little sad (who wants to watch a baby CRYING while they crawl for the first time??). However, selfish persistent as I am, I tried again later tonight when Logan was in a bit better mood and caught a few clips that I think you'll enjoy.
Yesterday I received a second set of injections in my back. I arrived 35 minutes early for my pre-op (which is an hour before my actual injections), so I ended up laying around on a hospital bed, scrunched up on one side half naked trying to cover my entire body with a thin short sheet that wasn't quite long enough to cover my feet, freezing my buns off and reading about Obama Finding His Faith and a disturbing story of a woman who died waiting for help in a mental hospital's emergency room. Though completely starved and dehydrated (I hadn't had anything to eat nor drink since the night before, and it was already 1pm), I was pretty relaxed and ready to roll.
My "roommate" however, a woman who was in the pre-op bed next to mine also getting prepped for injections, was not.
I could not see her (they had those privacy curtains pulled around each bed) but I could hear everything. And boy, was she a jittery, nervous talking machine! It was quite amusing. And, as interesting as the story was on new up and coming company Ning, I couldn't help but put my magazine down and eavesdrop. What can I say, I'm nosy. :)
While two different nurses were sitting poking me three different times to get my IV in (apparently your veins aren't as cooperative when you're dehydrated), this loud and garish New Yorker was going on and on about how she barely trusts her clueless 19-yr old son to drive her home, let alone walk into Starbucks and order her drink correctly (because I'm a "Grande Ice Tea with Two Splendas" kind of gal) and how she's finally given up on coloring her hair to mask the salt and pepper streaks that are coming in around her face and - Nurse!! can she have a look at the results of her MRI because "I'm not really sure if I should be here or not" (seriously, she said that).
During our pre-op, amongst other things, they take your heartbeat, oxygen levels, blood pressure, etc. And, not surprisingly, this woman's blood pressure was through the roof. I mean, 215/165 THROUGH. THE. ROOF. So of course, she goes on about how her blood pressure is usually a little high (she does take meds for it), but not THAT high and it must be her nerves taking a hold of her (no shit!) since she really isn't looking forward to these injections and she's been putting it off for months and have you seen the doctor yet? because really, I'd like to see the MRI scan and maybe I should talk to him first because, are we really doing the right thing and is this really going to take care of this leg pain I've been having?
I couldn't help but giggle as I watched the nurses exchange those big eye rolls at each other behind the curtain and then calmly re-enter, telling her she'd be fine once they put a sedative in her when she's on the table.
Damn straight I'm getting a sedative! was her answer.
A couple hours later, once I was chillin' with my graham crackers and cranberry juice in post-op and shootin' the shit with the nurses, I hear her voice down the hallway getting louder and louder as they wheel her back in, to the area next to mine. She was still pretty chatty, but high as a kite and so much more relaxed. She even asked if she could get a bit more of the drugs before going home.
Most of you know, I've never been one for drugs or alcohol or anything really, that will alter my mental or physical state more than I can trust. It's definitely a control issue, and I whole heartedly admit that can be a problem at times. I refused to take any drugs when delivering Logan, and I refused both times the offer for a sedative while my doctor plucked away at my nerves like a guitar-fiddling maniac. Instead, I take a deep breath, will my blood pressure to drop 10 more points and face it head on.
However, even my own heart skipped a few beats faster the minute this woman rolled back into the room rambling on again about her poor son (...do you know this state requires you to have car insurance for your kid once he starts driving, even if he doesn't own a car! but in my state you are only required to get car insurance if you own a car and that is so much more logical...). No longer as amusing, I noticed myself glancing up at the clock several times after that, wondering when Jon would arrive so I could get the hell out of there.
I hope I'll never ever be - even appear to be - a basket case like that.
Logan, I'm a "Tall Chai Latte with Non-Fat Milk" kind of gal. And I whole-heartedly trust you will get my order right, every single damn time.
And if not, then surprise me. I like surprises anyway.
<-- This is how Logan likes to greet me each morning now, on all fours with a big smile on his face. Tonight was Logan's last swim class *sniff sniff* and as much as I'd like to continue the swim sessions, I am contemplating holding off for a few weeks to give my back a rest (I need to go in for another set of injections on Monday incidentally). It's tempting to keep him in class though, especially since tonight I felt like he was finally GETTING it.... and, I'd love to keep up on the momentum, right before our New Zealand trip. So, we'll see. At any rate, he was exhausted when we got home of course. He ate quite a bit and was super tired so I finally decided I'd put him down and see how he'd do. Sometimes, when he's this tired, if I just lay him down in his crib, even though he hasn't fallen asleep yet, he'll just roll over to his side, hugging his cloth diaper, and fall fast asleep. Not tonight. Tonight, he decided he was suddenly VERY AWAKE and was not ready to go down at all Mom. Luckily, he was in a GREAT mood, laughing and cooing and rolling around in his crib. So, I just hung out on the side of the crib with him, patting his back to see if he'd eventually wear out and fall asleep.
Instead, I was in for a big surprise.
As I've mentioned before, he's getting the hang of rocking on all fours whenever he gets the chance now. Only tonight, after getting up on all fours, he then rocked back slightly, tucked his feet close in under his butt and then just let his weight fall backwards. And then with his hands, he just PUSHED himself up, to sit up all on his own!
I let out a huge whoop, I was so excited :) Of course, that got him going the little ham. So he just laughed and giggled and smiled some more.
I put him back down on his back to see if he'd do it again (or if it was just a fluke) and sure enough, he rolled over, got on all fours and pushed himself up again. Like he's known how to do this for ages. And, did it 3 more times after that (before I finally picked him up and went back into the living room since the little terd was clearly not ready for bedtime yet).
In the middle of his 3rd or 4th attempt, Jon happened to call me on his way home. Half screaming into the phone I breathlessly tell him what he's missing, I'm so damn excited (why? I have no clue, I was just GIDDY with excitement.)
Jon says, oh yeah. He did that last night.
WHAT?!?!?!?
Well, I didn't realize it at the time, but I guess he did it last night.
What do you mean?
When he was crying last night (about 3am), and I went in to check on him, he was sitting up in his crib crying..... I thought it was a little weird that he was sitting up and wondered how he got there, but I didn't think much about it since I was still half asleep.
WELL DAMN. If that didn't just suck all the wind out of my sails.
Still, it was a super fun development to witness tonight. When Jon got home we had Logan practice a few more times in front of him too (though the kid was finally starting to wear out).
Guess it's time to lower the mattress. (My back is already wincing at the thought of it. Aiieeeeee!)
This afternoon we went to the Microsoft Silicon Valley Company Picnic at Saratoga Springs Park. We were pretty late and missed the BBQ lunch because Logan had a super long nap (3.5 hrs!) and we didn't want to bother waking him....
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