Izyk had his 4 month appointment today. He is in the 95th percentile for weight and height. He is in the 90th percentile for his head circumference. He had a moderate reaction to the pertussis immunization so they didn't give him the DTAP vaccine which is just one "cocktail" shot and having to leave out the pertussis made it into 3 more shots. That's 6 total shots, so we are splitting them up. Izyk did really good today compared to last visit. We are keeping him off the zantac since he's better off without it. We are taking it case by case. I think we can get a handle on his projectile vomiting as it is infrequent and when it does happen, we know the signs. Izyk is weighing in at 18lbs 5oz and 26 inches long. He's an extremely happy boy (except for the occasional fussiness preceding the projectile vomiting), sleeps like a champ, rolls from his tummy to his back. He's trying his darnedest to roll from his back to his belly. Charley says "Hi ra ra..." to him every morning and after naps.
The title of this blog...I was going to make this quick but I'm known for rambling. Actually, I'm not. I digress. Tonight, we had to run to the store. We finally broke down and bought pants for Charley. He was running around in a diaper, barefoot on tile in our 60 degree house. Kid HAD to be cold. I was hoping that maybe he'd gain some weight and grow an inch or two so we could just throw him in 24 month/2T pants (he has 1 pair of 18 month pants and they're jeans). But alas, he's still short and skinny. SO...off to Target after a 3 hour nap for everyone (but me because I had just gotten home from work) to buy pants. Long story short and 80 dollars later (because you can't just go to Target for ONLY pants)...we're home trying to get dinner done. Izyk woke up from his 20 minute nap in the car from Target. Charley was having rest time in his room while dinner was cooking and we were putting groceries away...
Like I said we went to Target ONLY for PANTS...ah-hem...
I have dinner after feeding Izyk. Izyk gets fussy. I decide he's going to bed a little early. I give him his bath, get him dressed for bed. We sing and he's in bed...talking to himself. Charley gets done with his dessert of raspberries, bath time (which for once didn't involve practicing his outside voice), and then bedtime. It's 7:35pm. Silence. There was no screaming, crying, or fits to be had (before, after, or during our nighttime rituals). Now, I only have two children and that can be just the tiniest bit chaotic in the evenings when everyone is tired and cranky and we're all just trying to get to bed. But this night is what I shall strive for in the future. It was a beautiful thing. :)
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