Summer means BBQ’s and family gatherings in the backyard. With Olivia’s cousins coming to visit this coming weekend, a DIY projects were in order. I found this picnic table on the side of the road about to be picked up by a dump truck. One persons trash is another persons treasures, right? Jamie had a wonderful, little supervisor as he took the table apart. It was easier to take the table apart in order to spray paint using two different colors. Screws and bolts held each piece together so a screwdriver or drill will help.Jamie picked out two “coastal” Valspar for indoor/outdoor plastic spray paint and primer colors. It took two good coats to really cover it and then one final coat of Rustoleum clear glossy finish spray to protect it. I think it turned out super cute!And the most important person loves it too!
We have add whole milk into O’d diet instead of just breastmilk and water. She is loving it. I really didn’t think she would transition so easily to whole milk after turning one. It’s kind of sad to know that she could survive on cows milk now and not my milk. It is even more sad knowing that she likes it so much. I’m just waiting for the day to come where she wants cows milk and not mine. *sigh*
I gave my first talk in our congregation tonight. Olivia had a stuffy nose and one of her eyes wouldn’t stop tearing up so Jamie stayed home with her. Once I got home, he informed me that she had thrown up but she was acting fine so I nursed her to sleep with no problem. About an hour later while we were watching TV in the other room, I heard what I thought was O coughing. I ran in and it was her wheezing and having really labored breathing. She also felt warm so I called the nurse line immediately. Our first trip to the ER and MRI confirmed Croup. One dose of steroids and my little O was back to normal playing.
Seeing her having such a hard time breathing with so scary. She only had the “bark cough” while we were at the ER and it went away right after the steroid dose. It was also the first fever O has had. I am so thankful that we at least made it a whole year before making a trip to the ER and O having any major health issues!
Being small has it’s advantages… like going behind things you aren’t supposed to.
Today was one of those terrible parent days. Feeling like a failure. At a year, Olivia is only 16 lbs and 4th percentile for weight and 1% for height at 27″. She only gained a half pound since her 9mo visit. Her Pediatrician wanted me to really reevaluate breastfeeding because she is not gaining enough weight and growing. Ugh. After having my pity party this morning right after the appointment, I decided that at least she isn’t contributing to the growing problem of obesity in America! She eats home cooked meals from our sustainable garden and gets breast milk which is healthy for her. I think he is just jealous of her amazing figure. I mean common.