After 5 weeks of going to physical therapy twice a week, the girls have become very familiar with the routine. Once I get called, Thing 1 twists around (she sits in front) to see where I keep the crackers and when I don't hand it fast enough, she gets very vocal. And quite loudly I might add.
Everyone in there loves these two, even the patients. Thing 1 continuously chit-chats with everyone and cries when she's out of crackers. Thing 2 took a while to start smiling, but today she did finally start. But one of the therapist 'over stayed' her welcome in talking to them (she said because Thing 1 was enjoying the conversation so much!) and Thing 2 started crying for me. She couldn't see me right away because I was paying so it made her cry even worse. After that, she gave the therapist the evil eye. Oooh, she gets Mommy's evil eye look down pat.
The nice therapist felt shamed, but I think I made her feel better when I told her even I get the evil eye. :-) But then I ran out of crackers. GASP! Now the nice lady happened to have graham crackers so she gave the girls some. Of course they stop crying. We'll see if the lady is now Thing 2's best friend on my next appointment.
Is it evil eye or evil eyeS? There are 2 eyes, after all. Oh well.
Next week is my 6th and last week going to physical therapy for my knees. I've been going 2x a week with the twins in tow and the ladies (and one man) there have been so nice to us. They've been so accommodating and making sure that there is path/room for the stroller to move around with me when I move around for the different exercises I had to do (the girls have to have me in sight at all times or there is hell to pay!)
While I was having my therapy this morning, they ladies were talking about a patient who brought zucinni for everyone. So that gave me an idea that I should bring something in as a token of my appreciation. I'm thinking cake.... or cookies. I will be there from 9:30 - 10:30 in the morning, so it'll be a mid-morning snack. Hmmmm. I guess I can take a trip to the Wal-Mart bakery and see what they have.
I finally took the twins to the pediatrician to discuss their milk allergy. I went on and on and on about eliminating milk completely for a couple of weeks and then starting a food diary for a few days, and noting the reactions to milk products. I then stopped the milk products for 2 more weeks and then introduced cheese and they had the allergic reaction again. They developed a rash around their mouths and wherever the milk happens to drip, and they got runny noses. During a particularly bad reaction, both the girls developed welts.
He said that as far as allergy goes, it's pretty mild. He mentioned that tests at this age is pretty inaccurate but it is worth looking into to see what we're dealing with. So he gave me a name of a pediatric allergist. In the meantime, we can keep with soy milk. Should it turn out that we have to avoid milk for a long time, then we will discuss other ways of getting calcium into their bodies.
I'm not particularly happy with the casual manner of the conversation (I'm worried, and the doctor is not), but at least we've been referred to an allergist. We'll see what happens then. Milk allergy may be common before the age of 3, but it doesn't mean I don't have to worry. There is absolutely no history of food allergy in both mine and my husband's family. At least when the girls get tested, I will know whether to freak out when Thing 1 steals Big Brother's milk.
I do believe I can finally spare my back by not crawling inside of the mini-van to get to the 3rd row in order to buckle my 3 year old in. Yesterday I asked him to buckle himself in and so he tried, no so successfully, but I was there to give him pointers. This morning when I drove him to school, he was able to buckle himself without my help! Yipeee! Of course I need to check to make sure the seat belt isn't over the arm rest of the booster and that it isn't twisted.
For the past few weeks, I've had 3 squirrels (different ones on different days) play a game of chicken with me. I'm in my car driving in my neighborhood and a squirrel tried to cross the road. And just as I am about to get near it, it stops and tries to go where it came from. And then it freezes and changes it's mind and cross to the other end at the very last minute. This has happened 3 different days. What's up with that? I'm a person who would swerve to avoid a little critter, which is actually quite dangerous.
Then this morning, I'm on a busy road. I saw a bird coming in for a landing on the left side of the road (coming from the right). By the time it got low, is the time it crossed my path. I was hoping I would miss it. PLONK. I saw feathers flying. You know in cartoons when a bird falls off a tree or something, you see feathers fly around after they hit the ground? Then I think it bounced off into the road (right side) but then it flew off. I could hardly believe it was still alive. I bet it's dazed and confused though.
Big Bro finally gets to bat left-handed. Since T-ball began, if you set him up initially, he positions himself to bat left-handed. But the coach turns him around, and makes him bat right-handed. We've since found out it doesn't really matter since he can apparently bat with either hand, though. Daddy talked to the coach and told him to try to let him bat however he wanted.
Did you notice the boy in 3rd base who ran after the ball instead of running home? So funny! The mom used to apologize the first 2 games, but she doesn't anymore. Why would she? we're just all happy these kids can last an hour in hot humid heat every Saturday!
This game is awesome. There is no winners or losers, yet there they are taught sportsmanship. There is only one more session left and T-ball is done. Soccer is the next in September.
First, the little man wanted Daddy to be with him (in red).
Then he requested that he wanted Mommy. (Notice we're wearing the team hat!)
Still tackling whoever gets the ball, who cares if they are in the same team.
Another team mate beat the little man to the ball this time.
The Cheerleaders (Thing 1 in the front, Thing 2 in the back). They cheered the best they could, even if their backs were turned against the game. It was hot and humid and this is the only position that afforded them shade.
The trophy! and not just any trophy, it's a personalized one with his name!
Some time this morning, I got two baby books and showed/read them to the twins. They loved the pictures of the babies; Thing 1 kissed the picture of a girl repeatedly. Then I left them to enjoy the books on their own. After I had gone to the kitchen and walked around aimlessly for a few minutes staring at the dirty dishes and pondering whether I wanted to clean them or not, I go back to check on the girls and found them ripping paper covering the binding and eating the paper! So I take the books a way.
Late in the afternoon, in preparing to leave to meet the boys for our Friday picnic, I gather diapers and baby wipes and took then inside the play yard to change diapers. Consistent to what I've been doing a lot lately, I leave the box of wipes in the play yard. I then go upstairs and get dressed. By the time I got back down to the living room, here is what I saw.
I swear these two girls conspired to drive me crazy today when I am already going crazy suffering from womanly pains (cramps).
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