I am guess this latest crazy behavior is from the Healy side. Mark has not shared with me that he did this as a child, perhaps Paul did, who knows. What I do know is that Uncle Brendan created headaches for himself and Maeve is following suit.
In efforts to express frustration as well as gain attention, Maeve has taken to slamming her head into things. Mostly her crib bars and occasionally the floor. It's horrible to watch and even worse to see the evidence of her actions displayed across her forehead like little hematoma islands. Sometimes she will hit her head so hard that she will grab her forehead and whimper from pain. I can't imagine this is good for her, especially in light of her recent concussion, but what am I to do. I'm going with Dr O'Hern's advice, the Healy kid family doc, "let him do it, his head is hard and eventually he will stop."
I'm praying my child has enough sense to figure out that she has control over this pain and will stop. Until then, I will stare at her forehead and try to make out an image from her Rorschach blood-blots.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
NO, no, NO, no
Despite our best efforts to avoid this word, it has seeped in. Over the weekend Maeve mastered the word 'no.' I know my dad is laughing right now, and I'm sure he is partly to blame for it. Just wait until she is at a sleep over with you and tells you no to something. Then who will be laughing...he, he, he.
The word no. SO filled with power. She does not always use it when you would expect, but she uses it frequently. For instance, jumping on our neighbor's bed with a stuffed Simba lion, she kept telling Simba, "no, NO, no, no, no." I'm was right there and didn't see Simba making any obvious offenses, but apparently there are things that I can not see.
She often uses it exactly as she has heard it as well. Silas: "no, Maze (Maeve), no." Maeve: "no, Maze, no." We hear her telling herself this a few times a day. Not sure if she is really making some internal corrections or not with this, but it's amusing the less.
Well, now that it is here, I'm sure it's going to stay. Mark and I will continue to use the word sparingly and for times that it is really needed (read: danger). Hoping with little attention it will loose it's spark and die out like a flame.
The word no. SO filled with power. She does not always use it when you would expect, but she uses it frequently. For instance, jumping on our neighbor's bed with a stuffed Simba lion, she kept telling Simba, "no, NO, no, no, no." I'm was right there and didn't see Simba making any obvious offenses, but apparently there are things that I can not see.
She often uses it exactly as she has heard it as well. Silas: "no, Maze (Maeve), no." Maeve: "no, Maze, no." We hear her telling herself this a few times a day. Not sure if she is really making some internal corrections or not with this, but it's amusing the less.
Well, now that it is here, I'm sure it's going to stay. Mark and I will continue to use the word sparingly and for times that it is really needed (read: danger). Hoping with little attention it will loose it's spark and die out like a flame.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Gives another meaning to dropping the kids off at the pool
WARNING
Slightly disturbing material/images below:
Slightly disturbing material/images below:
Before I launch into the subject matter of today's post I'll catch you up on the last month. It has been a very busy month here at Maeve space - and Maeve hasn't been the only thing keeping us busy, but it certainly would be enough.
Maeve has had both sets of her grandparents out for a visit. I think all four left a little tired and simultaneously fulfilled with happiness and joy. Mark has been busy with his rowing season that just finished up last week - and very well I might add. His junior novice boat took 2nd at the Midwest Junior Championships. Go Mendota! I have been busy with births. I wish I could say that they have all been at home as intended, but I have had a run of complications - sent down from the midwifery gods no doubt, to verify that I have the constitution to make it as a midwife. I would like to say that I think I have passed the first of many tests. Of the three moms that I had to transfer into the hospital, only one had a c-section and that was for a stubborn gal that refused to turn head down. I should mention that all three transfers were girls. Not that I needed more proof that girls are a challenge, after all I have lived with myself for the last 33 years.
That is it in a nutshell. Not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing that I can wrap up a month of our lives in a short paragraph like that. Oh well.
Apparently Maeve thought our lives needed a little spicing up, diaper changes more specifically. I came in after Maeve's nap (which sucked by the way - but who can complain, she slept through the night) and realized it was time for a diaper change. This is an event that has been taking place multiple times a day since 10/28/06. Sometimes we have surprises, she is soaked all the way through, including the sheets; or the wetness coming through the fleece pajamas is not pee, it's poop slowly seeping through. Mark had fun with that one. It was a undress in the tub kind of job and the poor girl had it down to her toes. But mostly it's more of the same ol', same ol'. Until today.
Not once during diaper changes have I found a reason to laugh hysterically then think to myself, you have to take a picture of this, today was different. #2 was the offender this afternoon. The diaper service has a rule of thumb, if you can roll it you can flush it. So I went about my business taking the diaper off and setting it aside for a flush and getting a new diaper on. All is mundane in the world of diaper changing...until. I brought the diaper to the toilet for a flush and as I unpackaged it I found two little eyes starring back at me - a look of concern with the idea of a large flush and flume ride they would no doubt never forget.
I kid you not, I did not add these eyes after the fact. I'm just glad they came through. I have not found the poor little soul in the house that lost it's eyes to this endeavor either. I'm sure in time that will be revealed. Whomever it was, I sure hope they didn't look as concerned or angry as this little guy does. Or perhaps that is a smile.
I just laughed out loud for the longest time. I thought it was bit gauche to take a picture of poop, but who would really believe me? Come on. It is beyond me how they would manage to come up lined up as if indeed they were a pair of eyes looking at me. How could that happen? I wasn't about to pick through it to see if perhaps they were connected. I think it was just another amazing act of the human body.
As I said, gives new meaning to dropping the kids off at the pool!
Maeve has had both sets of her grandparents out for a visit. I think all four left a little tired and simultaneously fulfilled with happiness and joy. Mark has been busy with his rowing season that just finished up last week - and very well I might add. His junior novice boat took 2nd at the Midwest Junior Championships. Go Mendota! I have been busy with births. I wish I could say that they have all been at home as intended, but I have had a run of complications - sent down from the midwifery gods no doubt, to verify that I have the constitution to make it as a midwife. I would like to say that I think I have passed the first of many tests. Of the three moms that I had to transfer into the hospital, only one had a c-section and that was for a stubborn gal that refused to turn head down. I should mention that all three transfers were girls. Not that I needed more proof that girls are a challenge, after all I have lived with myself for the last 33 years.
That is it in a nutshell. Not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing that I can wrap up a month of our lives in a short paragraph like that. Oh well.
Apparently Maeve thought our lives needed a little spicing up, diaper changes more specifically. I came in after Maeve's nap (which sucked by the way - but who can complain, she slept through the night) and realized it was time for a diaper change. This is an event that has been taking place multiple times a day since 10/28/06. Sometimes we have surprises, she is soaked all the way through, including the sheets; or the wetness coming through the fleece pajamas is not pee, it's poop slowly seeping through. Mark had fun with that one. It was a undress in the tub kind of job and the poor girl had it down to her toes. But mostly it's more of the same ol', same ol'. Until today.
Not once during diaper changes have I found a reason to laugh hysterically then think to myself, you have to take a picture of this, today was different. #2 was the offender this afternoon. The diaper service has a rule of thumb, if you can roll it you can flush it. So I went about my business taking the diaper off and setting it aside for a flush and getting a new diaper on. All is mundane in the world of diaper changing...until. I brought the diaper to the toilet for a flush and as I unpackaged it I found two little eyes starring back at me - a look of concern with the idea of a large flush and flume ride they would no doubt never forget.
I kid you not, I did not add these eyes after the fact. I'm just glad they came through. I have not found the poor little soul in the house that lost it's eyes to this endeavor either. I'm sure in time that will be revealed. Whomever it was, I sure hope they didn't look as concerned or angry as this little guy does. Or perhaps that is a smile.
I just laughed out loud for the longest time. I thought it was bit gauche to take a picture of poop, but who would really believe me? Come on. It is beyond me how they would manage to come up lined up as if indeed they were a pair of eyes looking at me. How could that happen? I wasn't about to pick through it to see if perhaps they were connected. I think it was just another amazing act of the human body.
As I said, gives new meaning to dropping the kids off at the pool!
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