Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Sunday, June 8, 2014

the dirty projectors dance

Summer is upon us. The last week was very hot and Iris spent much of the time in diaper only. She is increasingly active and loves to run across the room. She also loves music, as you'll see below. She is dancing to "Impregnable Question" by The Dirty Projectors. 





We have a pulmonary check-up in about a month. Iris continues to have increased oxygen needs, her happy spot is somewhere between 1/4L and 1/2L. This is more than double what it was in October of last year, when she was down to 1/8L. I try not to think about this troubling fact very much because there's nothing we can do about it and the doctors are firm in saying that she will, eventually, grow out of the need for oxygen supplementation.

Iris was sick with a stomach bug again. It seemed worse than the stomach bug at the end of April, if it was in fact a stomach bug. She lost some weight and that really worried me. She's much better now, though, and has gained back the weight she lost. She really has the appetite of a horse.

When Evan feeds her, he models the deliciousness of the food by pretending to put the spoon of food in his mouth and gives a satisfied, "Haummm!" grunt that is supposed to suggest satisfaction. The effect has been that Iris has started giving the same sound effect when she eats something she likes. It's very adorable. She also has heard me say "Achoo!" after she sneezes a lot so she has started mimicking that noise by saying, "Atoo!"

The last piece of news is that we've had to confiscate all books from Iris's toddling radius for the time being. She is teething and has found books to be particularly tasty. This means that she is literally devouring books. She is usually pretty loud when she plays, if not squealing or babbling, then she is banging things together. Sometimes when I'm in the kitchen and not watching very closely, I realize that things have suddenly gotten very quiet. This is never a good sign. And recently it has meant that yet another book has been sacrificed for the sake of Iris's teeth. 

Friday, September 27, 2013

day care and stay-cation

After losing our babysitter to a full-time job, we've started a search for day care. I would like to find a place we can take Iris part time so that I can actually make some progress on my dissertation. Evan is starting to come home early twice a week so I can leave and work on it, but that's not going to be enough. And all the potential sitters I find have full-time jobs and want to come in the evenings. So we're considering day care. Also, Iris is starting to get bored during the day and I just don't have it in me to sit and play with her all day long, especially when the house still needs to be cleaned and unpacked.

Our first visit to a local day care was this morning at 10:30am. As we left after the tour, Evan said something like, "The idea of leaving her at day care made my stomach sink." Like a vague, sinking dread. We didn't love this day care. Evan was particularly dismayed at the food offered at the day care...chicken nuggets...fruit cocktail in syrup. If Evan and I could have our way we'd take her to a day care where they served fresh cooked organic food, but I highly doubt we'll find something like that. And in any case, she's not even eating anything yet. Well, I did seem to find a rice cereal that works, but otherwise, nothing. [I'm not wild about giving her rice cereal and plan to give her avocado as her next food. I tried oats today and she didn't seem to love those.]

Evan took a mini stay-cation this week --- two and a half days off of [office] work. He has done an incredible amount of work on the house and has involved himself in Iris's bedtime routine. She is mesmerized by the guitar every time he plays it. Tonight she snuggled in to Jeff Buckley, Elliott Smith, and Evan's standby -- JS Bach. He plans to continue the much needed break by not working over the weekend, too. Tomorrow we'll probably go out for breakfast as long as Iris is up for it and then he plans to go back to the Brazilian jiu-jitsu training center. He went tonight for the first time in a very long time.

Iris had a rough week. Monday night we had another freaky (but shorter) maybe-SVT episode. I had forgotten to give her her Prevacid [for reflux] on Sunday so I decided to try her off it for a few days to see how she did. She still needs it, it seems. She is also teething and has been in some pain because of that. I started her back on the Prevacid and have been giving her Tylenol for the teeth so today was a pretty good day.


Back to day care. It is controversial [like most things related to parenting, and, well, mothering, specifically]. A recent Slate piece sums it up nicely. Even though Evan and I did not love this day care we visited, Iris did like it. That is, she liked the toys and the nice employees and it seemed that there was a lot of potential for stimulation and social interaction -- two things she lacks at home. Some days I am the only person she sees and even though I do think that the parent-child bond is absolutely essential to her healthy development, I do not think that it is enough for her to see only me. And it's certainly not healthy for me to be "on duty" 24/7. Here's a Forbes article summing up the link between 'intense' parenting and depression in women.

I am coping fairly well but it is very definitely time for me to get a bit more of a break than I've had. I lost my wallet and I had a mini meltdown when I realized it. This was the morning after Iris had been up several times in the night and I was sleep deprived and too tired to exercise. A bad mix.  The good news is that my wallet was in the lost & found at Ikea [fully in tact]. And now I'm off to nurse Iris one more time before I fall in to bed and I hope to stay there until 4:45am when I have to give her a dose of Sildenafil.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

grandad's visit

My dad made a short side trip to Denver on the way home from Kansas.  

He and Iris kept each other very busy. They started with mellow things like reading a book...


...which wore them both out. 

Dad also sang and played guitar for her. By the end of his visit it seems that Iris is gaining greater control of her hands and legs.