Monday, September 14, 2009

Rats, the kids have stomach bugs. They're generally pretty happy, although Sophie has decided that she won't take anything into her in one end but delivers a lot of "product" on the other end. How joyful.

On the plus side, they had lots of fun in Scottsdale. They loved the water and we have lots of cute photos that I will eventually post. Until then:


Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Sophie's teething. It's going to be a tough few weeks, especially since we're flying to Arizona with them on Thursday. I'd hate to be whomever is sitting next to us.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

And, they're both rolling over. Of course, Sophie can get onto her stomach and then starts crying, since she can't get back. But we'll take what we can get. Daniel is trying to crawl, which means that he can either push up his head or drag himself forward, but can't do both at the same time.

I have to admit, it's amusing to watch him bump into things and not be able to figure out why he can't move forward.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Poor Daniel. A trip to the doctor confirmed that one side of his head is flatter than the others. So there's a solution which won't make him happy: Yes, Daniel is getting a helmet that will be staying with him for two months. 23 hours per day. The kid is good, but he's not going to like it.

So for all you new parents out there whose heads are still like Play-Doh, make sure your kids are sleeping on both sides.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Well, it finally happened. Daniel has a fever, which he picked up from his shots. Of course, neither Deena nor I noticed it. Fortunately, the nanny caught it. Scary, but under control. But I feel for the little guy.

Monday, June 22, 2009

The Flat Head Society

Well, it's official. The left side of Daniel's head is flat. Apparently, he naturally rolls over to that side and it flattened his head out. This must have been one of those things that they don't tell you about before you have kids.

We can't do anything to get him to stay on his right side. We've moved his toys to that side. We've got the TV over there. I play with him over there. Yet he refuses to roll that direction.

Folks, my child is made of clay.