Monday, December 31, 2007
We met at his grandma's house. I was meeting up with his sister there for our New Year's Eve festivities. Matt was too enthralled with First Kid (yes, the lame Sinbad movie) on Nickelodeon to give me the time of day. But we did make eye contact at some point that evening, and that's probably where it all began...
Why we were there: to celebrate Christmas!
Who we were with: the Richards clan—including Riley's five Richards cousins
What we did: rode the Polar Express, went sledding (in the backyard!) opened presents, played Wii, chased around cousins, discovered crayons, visited the SLC children's museum, wreaked havok on grandma's clean house, ate candy...and cleaned up toddler throw up—five days straight!How we felt: happy! (minus the sick/puke part)
p.s. Happy New Year!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Here are a few of the surprising/amusing things she understands (and actually obeys!):
- Get me a diaper, please
- Spit out your pacifier
- Please throw that away
- Shimmy those shoulders
- Where's the remote?
- We're taking the elevator, not the stairs
...I wanted to post a photo of her shimmying her shoulders, but I haven't had my camera handy. Instead, here's another one of her after ransacking the Christmas tree. She still doesn't obey: "Quit eating all the cookies off the tree."
Monday, December 17, 2007
I took Riley to the mall to see Santa, but I just couldn't pony up $9.95 for a legitimate photo.
So this iPhone version my brother Geoff (sneakily) snapped will have to suffice.
Bah Humbug! Er, Merry Christmas!
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
When I was pregnant, I sort of hoped for a boy, only because I'm not so good at girly stuff like braiding hair. I mean, I didn't want to cheat a daughter out of a lifetime of french braids!
So of course, my girly girl was born with tons of hair. I still haven't tried anything fancy with it—I'm just happy if it's free of cottage cheese and apple butter.
But lucky for me and Riley, the daycare girl at my gym loves doing hair! (And she's good at working through apple butter snarls!)Just don't ask me how she got Riley to sit still that long...
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
- I have a nice husband
- I have a cute bundle of joy
- I don't have homework or tests
- I share the bathroom with two roommates instead of five
- I have fewer zits
- I can read for fun, not for school
- I'm no longer addicted to free cell
- I've saved more money than barely enough to cover next semester's tuition
- I don't have to bum a ride to the grocery store
- I can afford to eat more than toast and Pasta Roni
- I have the skill to cook more than toast and Pasta Roni
- I've seen more of the world than just the western United States
- I can run longer than 15 minutes without getting winded
- My current job (mommy/mobile slave) beats that telemarketing job
- I don't care what (most) people think
- I'm strong enough to survive a marathon, 180-mile bike ride, childbirth...and a hospitalized husband
Am I forgetting anything? (Yes, I'm looking for validation that getting older is great!)
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
When Riley woke up this morning, she was thrilled to see it. And within 15 minutes, she ate three cookies, ripped apart three others, snapped two candy canes in half, and knocked over the entire tree.
Um, Riley? That's not really nice-list behavior.
Monday, December 3, 2007
- Claimed dibs as Riley's godfather
- Asked—at 9 p.m.—if we could wake her for playtime
- Referred to her as our "bundle of joy."
Hmmm, aren't those classic signs of baby hunger?
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Riley ate SEVEN today. (And she actually wanted more...)
- It's not candy/twinkies/french fries
- She can peel them herself
- ...and throw away the peels herself! Another great (albeit random) milestone!
- Can you OD on Vitamin C?
- Sticky furniture
- Tomorrow's diaper
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Riley took it to bed with her last night, and this morning, after she woke up, we heard "Mmmmwa, I love you! Mmmmwa, this hug's for you!" for 30 minutes before she called for us.
30 minutes! Mr. Care Bear, I love you too.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Riley was especially excited about her new Peruvian hat. Although she won't keep it on longer than 30 seconds...
*To all you other aunties: the only reason we play favorites here is because Riley has been known to mistake Sheri for me. Could be the matching haircuts?
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Now life's back to normal. A few minor residuals aside (numb & painful feet, tingly hands, and occasional fatigue), Matt's as good as new.
That's good. Here's why:
Back in August, I wrote about how Matt's neurologists though he might have CIDP, a chronic version of Guillain-Barré. The docs wanted to get him on a lifelong steroids treatment asap, but Matt resisted. We weren't convinced their diagnosis was accurate, and Matt didn't want to take drugs needlessly for the rest of his life.
When he met with the docs to question their diagnosis, they re-evaluated his condition and said, "Well, you're doing pretty good. But there's still a chance you have CIDP. So don't get your hopes up." (Ok, maybe I just interpreted that last part...)
They told us that, technically, if Matt didn't relapse within six months of onset, THEN they'd feel comfortable NOT calling it CIDP.
So my point is:
- It's been six months since onset.
- Matt's doing better than ever.
- I think it's safe to say that Guillain-Barré is behind us.
- Anybody want to buy a barely-used wheelchair?
Monday, November 19, 2007
Well here's how she looked this morning:
It seems our little Houdini has learned to undress herself.
Not exactly a brag-worthy milestone, but hey, we'll take it!
Let's hope she doesn't figure out the diaper, too... (Unless she's near that new toy.)
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Here it is November, and I'll be honest: most of them just aren't gonna happen. (Europe funds, for example, got spent on a cross-country move, a new home, and neurologist bills. And the triathlon? Same excuse—packing, moving, and hospital visits kind of occupied tri season. Oh, and anyone got a souffle pan I could borrow?)
But I *finally* checked a second item off my list: I ran a half marathon today!
I didn't break any records, but I did survive all 13.1 miles—including the last five in torrential downpours—with enough energy left to chase Riley around all afternoon. Records schmecords. That alone is sweet success!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Exactly how do pajamas come halfway off in the night? Any guesses?
No wonder her come-get-me cries were crankier than usual....
*And if you guessed "her hair's all crazy," you'd be wrong. That's her normal bedhead.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Here's a conversation I had with a nice checkout lady at Fred Meyer last month:
CL: What a cute little girl. How old is she? 18 months?
me: Thanks, she's 14 months.
CL: Close. I was only off by two months.
me: (calculating 18 minus 14) Uh, yeah, close...
Here's a conversation I had with the same nice checkout lady a few weeks ago:
CL: Your daughter is so cute. How old is she?
me: 15 months.
CL: Oh, I would've guessed two!
me: Yeah, her hair makes her look older...
The other day, same checkout lady:
CL: Oh, she's so cute. What is she, 2 1/2?
me: Uh...no... (debating between: 1. Half that lady! 2. Haven't we had this conversation before? 3. Are you for real?)
Sunday, November 11, 2007
He'd had his eye on them for months, and I figured since the hospital bills are pretty much paid and cashflow is returning now that he's working again, I'd make up for the past eight years of lame gifts. Plus, I thought he deserved something fun after such a crappy summer.
When he opened his Wii, he was really surprised and really happy.
But the real surprise has been how much *I've* enjoyed it. Who knew fake boxing could be so much fun?
Gotta love mutually beneficial gifts...
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
She's 32 inches tall (90th percentile).
And 21 (give or take—she wouldn't sit still...) pounds (25th percentile).
My height: completely average
Matt's height: completely average
Where'd she get those tall genes? Lucky girl!
*Sorry, no pics of the sting bean today. Gotta get that camera (and phone!) working again...
So Matt's spent a lot of time lately yelling at/into the telephone. We even borrowed our (very kind) friend Ben's cell phone so we could yell at Vonage and Comcast. Of course, neither took responsibility or managed to come close to fixing the problem...
But Riley has learned something from the whole ordeal. Today, she grabbed the phone* (one of her favorite toys), put it to her ear, and yelled some ornery jibberish at/into it. Maybe Vonage would've listened to her!?
*I would've snapped a picture, but the camera's on the fritz too. Argh! Are we jinxed?
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
I thought they'd make it to maybe four or five homes. But an hour and a half into it, we parents begged for a break. We don't know how long they could've continued, but we do know that four little animals had the best night ever. (And six happy parents have the best candy stash ever.)
Oh, and here's the aftermath...
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Ever since Riley mastered the pincer grasp several months ago, she practices by pinching my arm fat. I tried teaching her to stop, but instead I inadvertently taught her the word "ouch."
Now she pinches my arm fat while practicing her new skill—saying "ouch ouch ouch..."
she may look sweet, but she's got a mean pincer grasp. (and i've got the bruises to prove it...)
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
...except now I'm too tired. And besides, The Office is on soon...
Will a sneak preview suffice?
Vacation Day One: We visited BYU to check out our old stomping ground. As I snapped shots of Matt and Riley around campus, a co-ed mistook me for a *real* photographer and asked if I'd to take her roommate's engagement pictures. Ah, classic BYU.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
So please stay tuned for a vacation recap and photos.
Ok, back to work........
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
But FOUR pacifiers?
I guess I'm an enabler—I scatter them in her crib so she can find them at night. But she manages to horde them all together.
...which means weaning her off them might be (four times?) harder than I thought...
Thursday, September 27, 2007
He walked in—no walker, no cane, no crutches—and his physical therapist was amazed. She said his progress this past month has been miraculous (I agree), and there's not much more she can do for him.
Yay for physical therapy graduation! (...and one less insurance issue to hassle with!)
And here's proof of all that walking:
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Feeding herself an apple isn't so bad... But chocolate pudding, our dessert on Sunday? Well, let's just say we were too busy scouring the child and the apartment to capture the results.
14 months must be the age of new-found independence!?
Monday, September 24, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Incident #2. On Friday, I took Riley for a ride. (Without Laura, unfortunately, since she had to work.) Six miles from home, Riley had enough. So we stopped, took a break, and started to turn around...when a wheel fell off the trailer. And the bolt to secure it to the trailer was gone. GONE. Uh...
I pulled to the side of the bike trail, scratched my helmet, and thought through my (very limited) options.
That's when we met Beth, a very kind woman/guardian angel, who saved the day.
- pushed my bike & trailer to her condo 1/4 mile away while I carried Riley
- had Riley & me hang out in her condo while she ran to the hardware store to get a new bolt
- found all the tools I needed to fix the trailer
- let me use her phone to let Matt know we were still alive
- sent us safely on our way—with a bag of crackers that kept Riley happy the whole ride home
WOW. How do you say thanks for acts of kindness like that?