Sawyer:
This boy. He does and says some of the best stuff. Let's start with some of my favorite things he says. He's really pretty good with words and says most of what he knows in a way that is easily understood but there a few things that he's not quite right on, or is completely off altogether, and I actually love it.
For whatever reason, he calls chips, "puts" pronounced as if it was the multiple version of put. I don't know, guys. But it caused some real frustration for a while when we had some in our pantry and he was asking for them. Now that we've figured it out, we all call them "puts" instead of chips.
In the category of not quite right, Sawyer also calls almost everything with a beak a chicken. Around Christmastime, all the snowmen...chickens. Plus he pronounces it, "kicken". He also has an obsession with the Penguins of Madagascar movie that I played one day on a whim. He looooves it and regularly asks to watch "kickens" and "Dave!" the "ock-puss". (There's a lot of octopus action going on in his life right now with that movie, Finding Dory, the Rainbow Fish book, and his night light so he picked up on the word "ock-puss" pretty quick.) He also noticed the penguins' favorite treat in that movie, the cheesy dibbles and points them out every time. Dillon decided to bring home some Cheetos for him so he could have dibbles too. And now Sawyer calls Cheetos, dibbles and we're not correcting him because we think it's cute.
One of my favorite things Sawyer does is ask for a kiss and then he sticks his lips out as far as humanly possible and says "mm". He does this at night before bed as part of his bedtime routine. He gets a kiss and hug and then he waves goodbye and says, "Sillil Laler" (see you later) to whichever parent isn't taking him to his crib.
Sawyer sometimes interacts with Dawson and lately it's when Dawson is upset and I can't help him with whatever it is yet. Sawyer will go pat is belly and say, "Okay, Okay" over and over. Mostly though, he does his own two-year-old thing and ignores his brother.
Some of his current/ongoing obsessions include eating pickles and drinking chocolate milk...and eating candy or treats. Ever since Christmas, we've had a treat of some kind that then has left overs that linger at our house. Birthday cupcakes, blessing day donuts, moms-craving-chocolate-day treats, valentines...you get the idea. So I'm pretty sure Sawyer thinks sugar should be a typical every day occurrence. Oops. The other morning I heard Sawyer waking up in his crib and at first he was repeating, "Sorry, sorry, sorry" which is what he says when something hurts (because that's what I say to him) and then he switched to, "Nonut, nonut!" in the most desperate voice. I can only assume he woke up with hunger pains and thought donuts should be his breakfast.
Sawyer also has a thing for my headbands and hats. He typically has one of those on most of the time we're home.
Sawyer knows regular words but when he wants to have a longer conversation, it's still in gibberish. Long gibberish sentences with a normal word thrown in here and there. His imagination is in full swing because he'll often talk to his "friend" in our full length mirror with lots of gestures and emotion. Some serious story telling going on there. He'll also knock on my parents walls and then start talking to the wall in the same way as our mirror.
Sawyer also likes to take my kitchen utensils and climb into the cupboard under our bathroom sink. He'll ask for the doors to be closed and then sit in there for a little while carrying on conversations in the dark. Our bathroom doors don't latch very well, so locking them is pretty futile. Sawyer thinks being left outside while Dillon or I are in there is lame so he constantly barges in. Dillon haaaates it and has tried to train Sawyer not to do it. Sawyer has figured out that if he asks to sit under the sink Dillon will let him in. So funny.
Healthwise Sawyer has had this weird thing the past 8 months or so where he pukes once at night, about two times a week. Sometimes less, sometimes more but only once during the night. Sometimes he had a cold or an actual stomach bug. Most of the time I figured he was gagging on snot. It was so exasperating and also so, so sad. He would be traumatized because it hurt and we would be washing sheets..again. We put him on Prevacid for a little while (which turned into a fight every day because he hated the taste of it) and it seemed to help but there were a few times where he would have milk in the evening and throw up at night. He's off the Prevacid now and he threw up one night when we gave him milk. So, now he only gets milk before his nap and water or juice after it. He hasn't thrown up at all with that routine. Partial lactose intolerance? Not a thing. But seriously, someone needs to explain this weirdness to me.
Sawyer also got RSV and croup at the same time recently which was so scary and sad. I always struggle with deciding whether or not to take my kids to the doctor. I don't want to take them for every little thing but I obviously want them to be treated if necessary. So I was trying to ride it out but after a particularly rough night, I took him to the pediatrician. Breathing treatment, steroid shot, and a few weeks of symptoms and he's finally feeling better.
And finally, the biggest Sawyer update is that he is now officially weaned from the binky. He's only used it to fall asleep with for a long time, at least a year. I just couldn't work up the nerve to take it away because he used it to soothe himself back to sleep if he woke up in the middle of the night. But it was time. We did it cold turkey. I did a count down for him so that he knew "In five days we're going to throw the binky away". He watched me cut the binky off of the stuffed animal of his wubbanub and I had him throw it away. And he's done great. The only down side so far is that his naps aren't nearly as long as they used to be.
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| Little fingers poking out from under the sink |
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| He's pretty impressed with snow..but won't wear gloves most of the times. It inevitably ends in tears. |
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| Helping mom shovel |
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| He loved his pickle birthday card from his Grandma Ronna. Whenever I show him this picture he always exclaims, "Picka!" |
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| We escaped to St. George to try out their new all abilities park. We were hoping it would be warm but it was so cold. Sawyer didn't mind though. |
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| My poor boy. So sick. |
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| Feeling better and up to mischief. |
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| Sawyer's Aunt Andee sent him a baseball glove and a stuffed Skipper from his favorite movie. The glove he wears as a hat... |
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| And the penguin he carts around the house while explaining his two-year-old life to it. |
We're practicing names of the family members he doesn't get to see very often. Usually videoing it doesn't work because then he won't say any names but he let me capture him saying, "Grandma Monna."
Dawson:
Dawson is getting his own monthly posts so there may not be too much to report on him every time. He also got sick when Sawyer did but not nearly as bad. For him, it was more just a crappy cold. I'm assuming nursing helped out in that department.
He's got a weird patch of eczema on the back of his head that we are currently trying to get rid of. I've used the Eucerin lotion that is specifically for eczema on both of my boys when they've had breakouts and it usually clears it right up but not this time. We're going to get hydrocortisone cream this week and see if that clears it up.
Speaking of his head, we're trying our best to help it be a normal shape. He favored turning his neck to the right pretty hard for the first part of his short little life and it's made his head a little crooked. But we're doing stretches and I'm trying to be more conscious of deliberate tummy time. I'm pretty paranoid about Dawson's head shape because poor Sawyer had the flattest head as a baby because of our first time parent rooky-ness.
Dillon's biggest news in the last few months is his shoulder surgery. He's been able to pop his left shoulder out of its socket since middle school and everyone thought it was a neat little gimmick. In the last year or so, though, it started slipping out on its own when he would play sports and then every day things like shifting gears in the Jeep.
We decided that since I had just had a baby and we had met our deductible, last year was a good time to get his shoulder checked out. He originally went through the hospital and their doctors because they were on our provider list (even though he wanted to go to Dr. Delcore). He went in for a consultation and x-ray at the beginning of November and from there they wanted to schedule an MRI, another consultation, probably surgery, etc. When Dillon asked if there was any way that all of that could be done by the end of the year, they basically told him no.
The MRI had to be approved by our insurance and they actually contacted Dillon to let him know that they had recently added Dr. Delcore to the providers list and they wanted Dillon to work with him because it would save thousands of dollars. So then Dillon had to get his information and everything over to Dr. Delcore's office...by the time everything was sorted out it was almost the end of December and we thought there was no way Dillon would be able to get the surgery done in the same deductible year as Dawson's birth.
When Dillon met with Dr. Delcore he told him about everything that happened and how he had wanted to come to Delcore in the first place. I don't know if that buttered Dr. Delcore up or what but once the MRI was done and they determined that Dillon needed surgery, Dr. Delcore contacted his associate who usually works in St. George (and specializes in the type of surgery Dillon needed) and basically told him that he needed to do this favor for him and get Dillon taken care of. So Dillon had surgery on December 30th and we only had to pay about $600 for everything. Blessings. Heavenly Father definitely pulled some strings.
Dillon's surgery went well. He had to have what is called a SLAP repair. Basically the fibrous cartilage and ligaments that are supposed to keep the top of his arm in his shoulder socket were all torn and not doing their job. So they placed some anchors in his bones and stitched it all back together.
He was in a shoulder brace for six weeks that he had to keep on all the time unless he was doing his exercises. He had to sleep on an incline because laying flat was a bit of a joke so he slept on our recliner couch for a month and a half. We're all relieved that he has the use of both arms. Two kids and only three parent hands is really just a bad equation.
DaNae:
My life revolves around my kiddos day in and day out but I really do love getting to stay at home with them. I've been part of a Bunco group for about a year and a half and its been so fun to get out of the house and hang out with some fun women that I went to high school with. I didn't talk a whole lot with them in high school beyond the casual "Hey" business and it's been really fun to get to know them better.
I've been trying to keep up on my goal to read 40 books by the end of this year. It would probably help if I stopped picking super long books. I'm definitely behind. I'm currently reading Angela's Ashes and it's slowed me down that's for sure. It will have spurts of pages that I find interesting and can't put it down...and then it will be kind of monotonous which makes me not as excited to read it.
I'm also in the middle of some pretty extreme postpartum hair loss. It's disgusting. Hair that's not attached to what it should be totally grosses me out, even if it's my own. And right now when I shower and wash my hair, it looks like I put mittens on my hands. Gah.
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| At the SUU gymnastics meet. Sawyer was entertained for a good hour before we called it. |
Until next time.
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