twenty-two months

Iris is finally starting to sleep better in her big-girl bed. Around the beginning of the new year I bragged that she was starting to sleep throught the night, "for real." Well, that didn't last too long. Especially since we changed her bed around on her. She loves her bed, but it's hard for her to stay asleep sometimes. We've tried to make her bedtime routine very, very predictable and I've gone back to the idea that she still needs milk around 9:30pm or 10:00pm in order for me to have a semi-restful night. Evan is the one who usually gets her ready for bed, brushes her teeth, washes her face, and reads to her before giving her milk. Tonight as I was leaving her room she said, "Daddy, come!"

When not asleep, Iris prefers to run everywhere she goes. She has also managed to get a couple time outs for jumping around dangerously on the couch. At twenty-two months old, she repeats everything we say (for better or worse) and she is really starting to perfect the tantrum. Her latest obsession is my brush. She threw a little fit this morning when I tried to give her a comb instead of the brush. SHe likes to try to comb her hair by herself, but that just lends to the unruliness that is her hair. 

We have been working on our yoga moves -- the latest attempt is tree pose. She can balance on one foot for just a split second. She really loves to do happy baby pose. In order to get into the pose she kneels down on the ground, puts her head to the gorund first (so that she won't bang her head when turning over) and then turns her body around so that she is on her back. Then when she has a hold of her feet, she yells, "Happy Baby!" 

Twenty-two months old

Balancing on one foot

The weather here has been a little insane. We woke up to snow this morning (Wednesday) after having had several days in the 60s. The good weather inspired Evan to plan a super busy weekend full of hiking, bike riding, and an attempted swimming trip. Iris did really well on the hike, possibly because I was trying to feed her for the entire 3-mile trip. Evan also started singing a song to her that seemed to keep her entertained. The words went something like, "Hiking, and mommy, and trees, and sandwich, and birds, and mommy, and hiking, and backpack, and Iris." He also had so much energy that he was running back and forth with her when she started to ask to be let out for a little while. He would bounce up and down with his arms out like wings. She loved it.

Backpack walk

Roxborough State Park

I mentioned previously that I had gotten a glass flying pig from a mystery person at work. Well, this same person (I assume) sent another little gift a week or so ago. I'm not sure what to call it, so we just call it "This Guy." Iris calls him "This Guy" now, too.

This Guy

Hugging This Guy

The handwriting of the mystery gift person

As far as medical things go, we see Cardiology on Friday. Iris will have an echo and we hope to see no increased dilation in her aorta, and continued lack of pulmonary hypertension. She is now on her full dose of losartan (when we can manage to remember to give it to her). It looks like we will be starting Iris in day care in March, which Evan and I are both excited about...though there are many logistics to be worked out. Evan still hasn't actually seen the day care yet, so we'll visit it on Friday before the Cardiology appointment. 

Then, next week I'll likely take her to the pediatrician to get her second to last dose of Synagis, which is the semi-vaccine for RSV. It's way worse than all the other vaccines -- way more of it, and it's two big shots that go into each thigh. Iris has been asking about shots a lot lately. We've been reading "Elmo Visits the Doctor" book a lot and I think she's going to handle the next round of shots okay... but they're still awful. But I'd rather subject her to the trauma of getting the shot than to the trauma of being hospitalized for a severe case of RSV. And let's just leave the whole talk of measles for another time. 

At twenty-to months, Iris's favorite things are her stuffed animal bears, looking for buses when we go outside or are in the car, singing "Wheels on the Bus," and saying "Call Daddy" to get me to call Evan on the phone.