This is pretty much the norm.
I could have watched this... well... forever.
Sunday, January 24, 2016
Asher's Shenanigans
Ash has been in a mood for the past week. He is feeling very dress uppy. Which is a lot of fun to watch. Nothing like an almost-3-year old getting creative with his outfits.
Okay this one was my doing. This was after a very long day, I gave up trying to get him in actual pants. Those were upstairs and upstairs was so far away. But his pajamas from the night before were in the hamper... so we just went with those, tied around the waist, like pants. I mean, he was pretty much in pants.
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Oh Sullivan
So whenever I go to post Sullivan's X month photos, I look back at Asher's to compare and look at how different (and the same) these two boys are. Well today I was reminded that at 5 months, Asher was quite proficient at sitting. He was a sturdy little thing.
Evidence of Sturdy Sitting #1
Evidence of Sturdy Sitting #2
So we decided to test Sullivan's sturdiness. Which we knew before going into it, well, it was going to be poor. Because Sullivan is a whimsical little child. and he has been spoiled and held (a lot), and he lacks not only the chubbiness his big brother had at his age but also the core strength.
This photo looks good. But it is cheating in two ways. Way 1- I literally caught this picture a split second before he toppled, there is no 'prolonged' stability here, Way 2- his diaper weighed about a pound and was effectively serving as an anchor, so whatever stability existed was really just pee anchor stability...which is cheating.
But look how happy he is to topple!
5 Months
I told Sullivan this morning, "You are 5 months old today! You are the biggest boy!". Ben overheard me and said, "Technically, 99% of 5 month olds are bigger than him, I'm not sure he is the 'biggest boy'."
Our little first percentile may not be the biggest, but I would argue he just might be the cutest.
Such a big boy...
Someone told me yesterday "your little boy has so much hair" -- and all I could think of was, you didn't see his brother at 5 months...
We are just around the corner from one of my favorite stages, the:
"those are my feets and I can get them in my mouth!" stage
My darling boy.
Monday, January 18, 2016
Hellllooooooooo from the Other Siiiiiiiide
Side of what? Side of cardiomyopathy. Know how I know?
1) I haven't had a pounding all-day arrhythmia in over 3 weeks.
2) I haven't felt like I was going to pass out when I stood up in over 3 weeks.
3) I haven't gone through my days feeling carsick, lightheaded, and headache-y in over 3 weeks.
4) Today I went for JOG (...kind of, let me explain...)
Motivated by two things, something amazing happened today. I RAN. Motivating thing #1- I bought a really cute workout top with thumb holes at Target, #2- I had a dream last night that my jogging partner was Usain Bolt. And we were awesome. And we were REALLY fast. It was by far the most fun I've ever had exercising. Probably because it is the only time I've ever been good at exercising. Ahh, I love dreams.
So over lunch, I decided to take Harlan for a walk. I put on my running shoes (only because my toes are in such bad shape wearing flip flops would just remind me how badly I need a pedicure and I have a lot of work to do this afternoon and need to sit at my desk, not go get a pedicure) and we were off. About three blocks in I thought to myself, I am wearing running shoes, and a thumb hole top... I kind of look like I am out for a jog... oh ... I did dream last night that Usain and I were running buddies... and I was a really good runner in my dream... maybe I should run? I walked a little bit more, taking a deep breath like somehow that would signal to me if my heart could handle running. You see, while the cardiologist gave me the green light to be physically active, my greatest fear is this: I go for a run during the day by myself, I have no identifying information on me, I pass out and while laying unconscious on the sidewalk someone steals my dog and my running shoes (and probably my shirt if they see it has thumb holes) and leaves me for dead. It sounds crazy... but it's Albuquerque... the fear is real people.
But I mustered up enough courage to quicken my pace, just barely. In fact, I would bet my 'jog' is actually slower than my walk, but that's not the point. I ran 2 blocks then slowed back down. Here it comes, I said to myself, the dizziness, the feeling like I can't breathe, needing to sit down... wait for it... But it didn't come. As I walked I felt my heart slow from it's "I was running!" rate to a normal walking rate, and it did it without skipping a beat (more accurately, without adding 50 erroneous beats). Totally. Normal. I decided to push my luck. Once my heart rate was low again, I ran another two blocks, then walked. Repeat. Until we were home. When we walked in the door I waited again for the passy outty feeling, I was prepared to sit down quickly. I had braced myself for shortness of breath that could last the rest of the afternoon. But 15 minutes later, I am sitting here, drinking a root beer, typing these victorious words: I am beating cardiomyopathy. Slowly, yes, but I am sure of it. All of these good signs mean that the cardiac MRI will indeed show that my heart is 100% healthy again, I have no doubt.
1) I haven't had a pounding all-day arrhythmia in over 3 weeks.
2) I haven't felt like I was going to pass out when I stood up in over 3 weeks.
3) I haven't gone through my days feeling carsick, lightheaded, and headache-y in over 3 weeks.
4) Today I went for JOG (...kind of, let me explain...)
Motivated by two things, something amazing happened today. I RAN. Motivating thing #1- I bought a really cute workout top with thumb holes at Target, #2- I had a dream last night that my jogging partner was Usain Bolt. And we were awesome. And we were REALLY fast. It was by far the most fun I've ever had exercising. Probably because it is the only time I've ever been good at exercising. Ahh, I love dreams.
So over lunch, I decided to take Harlan for a walk. I put on my running shoes (only because my toes are in such bad shape wearing flip flops would just remind me how badly I need a pedicure and I have a lot of work to do this afternoon and need to sit at my desk, not go get a pedicure) and we were off. About three blocks in I thought to myself, I am wearing running shoes, and a thumb hole top... I kind of look like I am out for a jog... oh ... I did dream last night that Usain and I were running buddies... and I was a really good runner in my dream... maybe I should run? I walked a little bit more, taking a deep breath like somehow that would signal to me if my heart could handle running. You see, while the cardiologist gave me the green light to be physically active, my greatest fear is this: I go for a run during the day by myself, I have no identifying information on me, I pass out and while laying unconscious on the sidewalk someone steals my dog and my running shoes (and probably my shirt if they see it has thumb holes) and leaves me for dead. It sounds crazy... but it's Albuquerque... the fear is real people.
But I mustered up enough courage to quicken my pace, just barely. In fact, I would bet my 'jog' is actually slower than my walk, but that's not the point. I ran 2 blocks then slowed back down. Here it comes, I said to myself, the dizziness, the feeling like I can't breathe, needing to sit down... wait for it... But it didn't come. As I walked I felt my heart slow from it's "I was running!" rate to a normal walking rate, and it did it without skipping a beat (more accurately, without adding 50 erroneous beats). Totally. Normal. I decided to push my luck. Once my heart rate was low again, I ran another two blocks, then walked. Repeat. Until we were home. When we walked in the door I waited again for the passy outty feeling, I was prepared to sit down quickly. I had braced myself for shortness of breath that could last the rest of the afternoon. But 15 minutes later, I am sitting here, drinking a root beer, typing these victorious words: I am beating cardiomyopathy. Slowly, yes, but I am sure of it. All of these good signs mean that the cardiac MRI will indeed show that my heart is 100% healthy again, I have no doubt.
How I look running in my dream...
How I look running in real life...
Sunday, January 17, 2016
We are ready for the week.
It was a weekend of rest and relaxation. And a lot of football.
I would like to say I'm sorry to our Midwestern loves who are freezing to death up there... there was a nip in the air here but we were still able to sneak out to the park for some soccer.
Little Pele.
Trying to get Asher to watch playoffs... he was much more interested in Princess Sofia.
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Madness
My beautiful littlest.
Double trouble.
Asher and Sullivan had a really fun day at Renae's on Friday. They made cookies, then Sullivan pooped all over Renae's carpet during a diaper change, then Asher had a poop accident and while cleaning him up the poop fell on the floor and he stepped in it, then they both decided to not nap. When I got to Renae's I felt like I should give her a hug... and a daquiri. Then while I was there, Asher kept sticking a toy in his mouth, despite being warned by his mother that it was a bad idea. A minute later, he had puked up ranch popcorn all over himself, the couch, and the carpet... and then stepped in it. It was really quite the afternoon.
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