Yes, that's me. The lab rat. I've kinda felt that way lately, anyway. I've had to go in for several tests lately, EEG's, tilt tables, etc., all of which are meant to make you dizzy or lightheaded (trying to recreate symptoms I'm having and monitor my body's reaction). The last was definitely the craziest. They actually didn't have to do anything to recreate symptoms, but the setup and take-down was bad enough. First of all, they said I couldn't put any gel or products in my hair. We all know how that goes. They were reconsidering when they saw me take it out of the hair rubberband. Lion's main. I'm pretty sure I haven't gone that long without gel for over 10 years, and for good reason. Then, they had to rub my scalp with abrasives so the stuff would stick on better, but they rubbed to hard that I have tender cuts and scabs all over my head. After that, they basically super glued the 22 nodes for the 22 wires all over my head, and a couple for an EKG on my chest. So, I have my dry hair tangled in with all of the wires, and they velcroed it together behind my head, ha. All the wires came to a box in a strap on my chest, and those connected to a recording box around my waist. To top it off, my whole head was then wrapped in gauze so the wires weren't exposed. Fabulous.
I had to wear it all for 24 hours. I was worried that the baby would pull out the wires. They told me--just don't let that happen. Great. Surprisingly, when he tried and I told him no, he left them alone for the rest of the test. But he did give me plenty of funny looks for having my head wrapped in gauze. Landon decided that if I basically had my head in a cast, he had to sign it. And he made sure to sign it for Tyson as well. You just can't have a cast without signing it, right?
The good thing about the whole test is that I had to right down everything I did. That means that I ate a lot less junk food and snacks, because you don't want to write that down for everyone. Anyway, when they took it off, I was told that there was a high chance I would have super glue dandruff for weeks. But my odds were best if I put a whole bottle of conditioner on my dry scalp ("Saturate it", she told me), and left it for a half hour. The best part is next. Then we had to use a fine-toothed comb and try to scrape all the glue off and comb it out of my hair--all before getting it wet. I don't even own a comb or a brush. You just don't do that to my hair, especially when it's dry. Luckily Landon had one with his haircutting kit. Bless his heart, he tried loosening everything with the comb. He had a hard time distinguishing between the red wax markings they put on and the red areas that were from the abrasion before, so it was slightly painful. But I took another half hour in the shower, and I think we did a pretty good job.
The test was crazy, but I think my hair made it all the more enjoyable. I don't find out my results for a couple weeks, but we are praying that it's not siezures--which will last at least a year, and probably for life. Pray!
Monday, February 11, 2013
9 months
Since I never kept up on regular updates of our little guy, I figured now is as good as ever to tell you a little about him, so the grandparents and everyone won't miss out on this fun stage. Because of computer issues, I can't really post pictures, so you might have to wait until April for all the backlog of photos. But you can imagine, I'm sure.
He's now over 9 months old! Crazy. His favorite time of day is bath time. Usually when you change his clothes he puts up a fight. He hates it. But at bath time, he will "help" you, because he just can't get there fast enough. We have a good time with the splashing and the toys, and mommy and daddy usually end up about as wet as he does. It may have something to do with his splashing, and some more to do with the cool squirting toys that mommy and daddy tend to test out on each other. It's a good time. And it always ends up with a good round of that one song "Splish, Splash, I was taking a bath..."
He likes to chatter all day long, usually saying "aDuh" or some other fun babble. But he does say Dada and Mama, and we like to think the "aDuh" is him mimicking "All Done", but I kinda doubt it. He's starting to learn some sign language too.
He loves to eat. Mommy is glad he is pretty good about eating whatever we give him--though he might make some faces for things like beans or pureed meats. By the smell of them, I can't blame him. He has figured out the chewing motion, (which we taught him so that he would wait to swallow long enough for things to dissolve, like Puffs). He does it pretty dramatically when he wants us to tell him how good he's eating. And he is getting pretty good at grabbing with his fingers to feed himself. Progress!
We went through a week or two of some rough falls. Try as I might, I have a hard time being there for every time he tries something. Usually he cries more because he's so mad that it didn't work than because he's hurt. But now he is very good at pulling up to stand at things and is starting to walk along the furniture, so the falling has decreased.
In church, we have kept to sitting at the back with the rest of the pre-nursery club. I think it's a good thing though, because Tyson always has at least three girls that he is flirting with in the chairs behind us. A bit of a distraction to those we sit around--so we rotate where we sit to give them a Sunday of peace. I watch the other babies his age, and one is always just sitting passively, the other will quietly play with a book or toy. Meanwhile, Tyson has played with three toys, gone through several books, bounced up and down while looking at people over the back of the pew, chewed on mommy's necklace or daddy's watch, and "sang" along to the hymns. He's an active little guy.
He loves to play hide-and-seek and chase, and always has some toy in hand that he is figuring out. He's growing up fast!
He's now over 9 months old! Crazy. His favorite time of day is bath time. Usually when you change his clothes he puts up a fight. He hates it. But at bath time, he will "help" you, because he just can't get there fast enough. We have a good time with the splashing and the toys, and mommy and daddy usually end up about as wet as he does. It may have something to do with his splashing, and some more to do with the cool squirting toys that mommy and daddy tend to test out on each other. It's a good time. And it always ends up with a good round of that one song "Splish, Splash, I was taking a bath..."
He likes to chatter all day long, usually saying "aDuh" or some other fun babble. But he does say Dada and Mama, and we like to think the "aDuh" is him mimicking "All Done", but I kinda doubt it. He's starting to learn some sign language too.
He loves to eat. Mommy is glad he is pretty good about eating whatever we give him--though he might make some faces for things like beans or pureed meats. By the smell of them, I can't blame him. He has figured out the chewing motion, (which we taught him so that he would wait to swallow long enough for things to dissolve, like Puffs). He does it pretty dramatically when he wants us to tell him how good he's eating. And he is getting pretty good at grabbing with his fingers to feed himself. Progress!
We went through a week or two of some rough falls. Try as I might, I have a hard time being there for every time he tries something. Usually he cries more because he's so mad that it didn't work than because he's hurt. But now he is very good at pulling up to stand at things and is starting to walk along the furniture, so the falling has decreased.
In church, we have kept to sitting at the back with the rest of the pre-nursery club. I think it's a good thing though, because Tyson always has at least three girls that he is flirting with in the chairs behind us. A bit of a distraction to those we sit around--so we rotate where we sit to give them a Sunday of peace. I watch the other babies his age, and one is always just sitting passively, the other will quietly play with a book or toy. Meanwhile, Tyson has played with three toys, gone through several books, bounced up and down while looking at people over the back of the pew, chewed on mommy's necklace or daddy's watch, and "sang" along to the hymns. He's an active little guy.
He loves to play hide-and-seek and chase, and always has some toy in hand that he is figuring out. He's growing up fast!
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Christmas
I'm still playing catch-up from Christmas. But here are some fun pics of our break.
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| Grandma Rowley made him a super cute hat |
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| He's always so excited when Daddy comes home! |
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| Meeting Santa |
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| He had this thing with posing for a while. |
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| He loves the bubbles! |
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| Our tree. The top was too flimsy, so the star went in the middle, ha. And the tree was dead in two weeks. We even cut it ourselves and still--dead as a doornail. Good thing we weren't here until Christmas. If you look you can see our elf Sparticus too. |
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| Just makes me smile. |
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| At the Basin City Ward party. |
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| Grandpa Draney said he needs to start young. So we let him try out the drums. |
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| I was pretty proud of our gingerbread houses this year. Makenna and I made the one on the left. |
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| His first Christmas! |
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| Landon and I were in charge of leaving a plate for Santa. Landon is all for bribery. |
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| Baking rolls, you gotta have a stylin flamenco apron. |
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| Ty wanted to play too. |
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| My new snow clothes |
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| Landon made me get him some Christmas socks last year, since I have so many. He was pretty proud of them. |
Decisions, Decisions
Since our computer has issues, I can't get any pictures from my dropbox to my blog. So, my blogs might be boring without pictures until we buy a new one. Sorry. But I was laughing at little Tyson yesterday, and I thought I would share.
The doctor and internet say that at 9 months, I should start giving my son more options, so that he learns to make choices (which is probably good, because Landon and I are both incredibly indecisive). And, I can see what preferences he is developing. So, at lunch I decided that I would put both a yogurt bite and a Puff on his tray, and see which he chose to pick up first. Of course, he has two hands, so he went for the best of both worlds. He is learning now how to pick things up with just his thumb and forefinger, and how to successfully get that into his mouth by turning the wrist a little. Who knew there were so many skills involved in eating, huh. So it took him a second to pick them both up, but he was pretty proud of himself.
So, I decided to throw in another puff, just to make things interesting. Would he grab the yogurt bite, or just stick with Puffs? He is definitely his parents' child. He sat for a minute or two and figured out how to pick up two with one hand and one with the other. Then he looked up at me with a big grin. Why settle for two, when you can have three, right? So much for making him choose.
The doctor and internet say that at 9 months, I should start giving my son more options, so that he learns to make choices (which is probably good, because Landon and I are both incredibly indecisive). And, I can see what preferences he is developing. So, at lunch I decided that I would put both a yogurt bite and a Puff on his tray, and see which he chose to pick up first. Of course, he has two hands, so he went for the best of both worlds. He is learning now how to pick things up with just his thumb and forefinger, and how to successfully get that into his mouth by turning the wrist a little. Who knew there were so many skills involved in eating, huh. So it took him a second to pick them both up, but he was pretty proud of himself.
So, I decided to throw in another puff, just to make things interesting. Would he grab the yogurt bite, or just stick with Puffs? He is definitely his parents' child. He sat for a minute or two and figured out how to pick up two with one hand and one with the other. Then he looked up at me with a big grin. Why settle for two, when you can have three, right? So much for making him choose.
Love and Marriage
Did you sing the title when you read it?
So, I was at the chiropractor yesterday, watching Tyson while Landon took his turn on the rehab machines. I overheard two girls talking. (I wasn't eavesdropping, they were just talking pretty loudly and animated, so it's really hard not to notice;). Anyways, one of them says
"My parents are just so pushy. I was just thinking 'Why would marriage even be an option in my mind again'. I mean really, who is happy in marriage??! Tell me."
And of course the girl she is talking to just agreed with her. My first thought was, "Wow, someone is obviously bitter and slightly dramatic." and "You really should get to know some happier people." But really, it just made me sad. She had a bad experience, so she chooses to look at everyone else's relationships in a negative light. It just got me thinking. I'm glad I have the gospel in my life. I had some pretty rotten experiences too, but the Savior helped me forgive, and keep a hope of finding a deep-down good man, like my brothers and father. And I did. When that girl went on her rant, I just wanted to raise my hand and say "I am. I am happy to be married!" But I didn't, because I didn't want them to know I was listening in, ha. But for the record, I'm telling anyone who reads this. Marriage takes work, but I am happy to have a wonderful guy to share in my happy times and my sad times. I enjoy trying to figure out parenting with him, and I am happy when I am together with my little family. I am happily married, and I plan on keeping it that way for eternity.
So, I was at the chiropractor yesterday, watching Tyson while Landon took his turn on the rehab machines. I overheard two girls talking. (I wasn't eavesdropping, they were just talking pretty loudly and animated, so it's really hard not to notice;). Anyways, one of them says
"My parents are just so pushy. I was just thinking 'Why would marriage even be an option in my mind again'. I mean really, who is happy in marriage??! Tell me."
And of course the girl she is talking to just agreed with her. My first thought was, "Wow, someone is obviously bitter and slightly dramatic." and "You really should get to know some happier people." But really, it just made me sad. She had a bad experience, so she chooses to look at everyone else's relationships in a negative light. It just got me thinking. I'm glad I have the gospel in my life. I had some pretty rotten experiences too, but the Savior helped me forgive, and keep a hope of finding a deep-down good man, like my brothers and father. And I did. When that girl went on her rant, I just wanted to raise my hand and say "I am. I am happy to be married!" But I didn't, because I didn't want them to know I was listening in, ha. But for the record, I'm telling anyone who reads this. Marriage takes work, but I am happy to have a wonderful guy to share in my happy times and my sad times. I enjoy trying to figure out parenting with him, and I am happy when I am together with my little family. I am happily married, and I plan on keeping it that way for eternity.
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