On Saturday we took the children to Cabela's. It was crowded and while looking at the big mountain of animals Noelle turns to me and says, with her arms crossed, "I don't like all these people talking. They need to all go away!". The women next to me shot me a shocked look and we hurried off to find Daddy and Max. Upon leaving Noelle suggested going out to eat and it sounded like a great idea to all of us.
That brings me to Tom's new problem...his high cholesterol! He was tested and it was determined that he needs to cut back on the *gasp* cheese, fried food, chips, pizza, and basically everything he loves with great passion! It has been a very hard transition. At times I fear he will break out in sobs at the sight of the grilled chicken and steamed vegetables I prepared for dinner. Other times I think he is finally getting used to this new healthy eating lifestyle, then we will be relaxing together and he will start muttering about his favorite pizza (Mancino's extra cheese pizza) or something else like a large helping of mozzarella sticks. Is sending him to our room too much when he starts to whine? I'm tempted, but then I fear he would enjoy the alone time too much and refuse to emerge!
We both agree it is great for us as a family to start eating healthier, but boy it's not fun. We are finding that it is more expensive and way more labor intensive to eat healthy. Popping in a frozen pizza or ordering out is so much easier and tastier.
Tuesday I went into for my 30 week obstetrical appointment. We are still having a girl and she looks great, although measuring a bit small (no surprise there). I have had some intense contractions and was told that "the couch is the best place" for me. No lifting of children, no shopping without the assistance, no traveling, minimal household chores. Taking it easy looks to be my new standard to live by until she comes out.
Wednesday (today) we headed into for Noelle's eye appointment. I have been lacking on the three hour a day patch routine, although I do try to do it at least some. Well, the patching, even though lacking, seems to be doing wonders! Her eyesight in the left eye has drastically improved since last visit. We only have to patch an hour at a time, a few days a week. She doesn't have to be seen until July. Max had his eyes quickly checked and they are straight as an arrow...thankfully!
So, I thought I would write a little bit about our little man:
Maximilian now has seven teeth. His communication grows daily, picking up more words and a few baby signs. We have also noticed a great improvement on his understanding of directions. He is all boy from head to stinky toes. Brut force is the way he gets things done. He has started a love of hitting when something frustrates him, he looks for the nearest large object and runs at it with arms raised and slams his large hand down upon it. We have been desperately trying to encourage gentle a touch, but he seems to think it is way more satisfy to be a beast. Throwing balls and toys are a favorite game, along with playing with cars. Noelle and him have discovered the great sibling activity of wrestling. The other day he wrapped his arms around Noelle's waist and threw her down as if she were light as a feather. Of course, she landed on top of him and they both were crying! He loves to climb on anything and everything, as I'm sure is pretty universal when it comes to boys! Let's see what else...He hates to snuggle and even his kissing are forceful to the point that we have to brace ourselves after asking for one. A large slobbery mouth being thrust at our head has to be only cute to us!
Here is a very disgusting story about Max. I was busy doing a my hair, a rarity that I was treating myself to, and Noelle had to do a number two. I told her to go into our bathroom and Max was with me in the other bathroom. The little rascal took off and I figured he was playing with his toys. Soon I hear, "Max is playing in my poop!". I run into my bathroom and there is Noelle sitting at the front of the toilet and Max was behind her, elbow deep in poop. I quickly picked him up and as I did he shook his arms furiously, spreading poop all around. Meanwhile, he was giggling as if he knew how disgusting it was, but fun at the same time.
Oh, I forget to mention that we went to the pediatrician sometime in the past weeks. Noelle and Max both had appointments and both are doing great. Max is very tall and a bit below average weight. Noelle is average height and in the 5-10% weight range.
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I absolutely died laughing at Max's story in the bathroom, but it only ensured my wanting another girl with this pregnancy. Boy, do you have your hands full!
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