Ava had her 4 month check-up today. She is a chunker! She weighed in at 15 lbs 6 oz--a weight that her big brother didn't get to until he was 5.5 months old and well into solid food already. She is also, like her mama, a bit of a drama queen. She threw up half her bottle all over the nurse who tried giving her an oral shot, and then screamed bloody murder for almost 20 minutes after her shots. Both the pediatrician and the nurse said they had never seen a baby cry so hard and so long after shots--poor girl! She's recovered fine though and was in her regular good spirits tonight, thankfully! The Dr. wants us to start solids soon since she's waking up more at night. I bought some infant oatmeal and we might just give it a try this weekend. But then again, we might wait a while too. I guess ultimately it will be up to the princess herself!
Ava's favorite new thing is to have me try to make her eat her own foot. She thinks this is just hilarious every time:)
Poor Aiden. When I went to get him out of his crib this morning, it was clear that he had just awoken from the sweetest of all toddler dreams: Aiden thought it was Christmas morning. His first words to me were, "Let's go open presents, Mommy! I got presents! I got Scarloey!" Scarloey is a red engine from Thomas the Tank Engine--his favorite new train to play with at the bookstore. Unfortunately, he does NOT have this train, nor was it waiting downstairs for him wrapped under a lighted tree. I tried explaining this, that is was not Christmas and there weren't any presents to open today, but Aiden wouldn't have it. "Let's go Mommy! Let's go open presents!"
You can only imagine the look of total disappointment on his face when he raced down the stairs and into the living room to discover there was no tree and no presents. Poor Aiden. I don't think I've ever seen him look so confused or sad. :(
It must be hard to be a 2 year old, to lack the ability to discern between wonderful dreams and true reality. Christmas is a long way off--I hope this doesn't become a recurring dream for Aiden! I'll feel so sad to have to explain every morning that it isn't, in fact, Christmas after all!
I don't have much time for scrapbooking these days, but I put together a quick page of my favorite pics of Ava. I hope you like it! (click on the image for the full view)
Who knew being two could be so hard? Aiden did, apparently.
Since taking the binky away last week, we've had our fair share of ups and downs. Well, mostly downs, to be quite honest. Aiden has regressed a bit with his "bad behaviors," including hitting, yelling, and the like. It isn't pretty.
I try to remind myself (about 100 times a day) what it must feel like to be two. He hasn't had 27 whole years, like I have, to figure out how to control his emotions and act accordingly. Aiden just acts like, well, Aiden. He is a typical two-year old, I think--yelling when he gets mad, hitting when he doesn't get his way. I am trying my very best to teach him to respect his parents and be a nice boy. I like to think that he really is a good, sweet boy--he just has trouble expressing it sometimes!
One thing he is very good at these days is helping his sissy:) He loves to help her "play" with her toys, give Ava her lovey (Pinky Bear), and hug her and tell me that she is "so cute." He is becoming very affectionate with her and it is very heartwarming to witness!
One thing is for sure, being two is tough. I hope that it gets easier as the year goes on, but only time will tell. I guess they don't call it the Terrible Two's for nothing!
Ava doesn't care much for tummy time--but Aiden tries to make it more bearable for her by joining in too!
I finally joined the revolution and created our own blog! Obviously if you've found this page, you already know the address, but here it is just in case: www.aabcbailey.blogspot.com. I'm still getting the hang of this blogging thing, so bear with me for a while, but check in often for updates on the kids, new pictures and slideshows, and even video clips!
Hurray for blogs!
