Hank has pink eye. More accurately, Hank has pink eyes. Fun for all. I suppose it is just a matter of time before dear Miss Clara gets to join in on the festivities. My favorite tidbit of advice came from our doctor's office. Generally, we love our pediatrician. The nurses offer great advice and never give us a hard time regardless of the number of questions we ask. Today, though, some of the advice ignored that Clara and Hank can't really be separated. The nurse suggested we keep the kids apart or, at a minimum, we ensure they don't share toys. To that, I offer a hearty "Ha".
In a terrible way, I do hope Clara gets it quickly, so we can get them both treated and on their merry way without reinfections. For now, it's the joy of trying to get eye drops in a wee eyes--a skill I apparently lack.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Happy Happy Clara and One Bruised Hank
Clara has decided that her new favorite word is "happy". Really, no complaints from here! My favorite is that she now starts singing "happy" whenever the day is going her way. While both Hank and Clara have a good 12+ words in their vocabulary, it still never ceases to amaze me when they add something a new one. For a few days, Clara was saying something that resembled "abby", but with a few more days and some more context, it seems like it really is more about being happy. It is hard to know what is going on in their little minds, and while they are so expressive in some ways, emotions remain elusive to gauge. Does Clara actually mean she is truly happy? I will never know for sure, but I suppose we take the joy where it is offered.
These days are crazy. With both babies (toddlers?) on the move, it is not surprising to see them in all kinds of questionable places. They both love to move chairs around the house and use them to climb onto unacceptable heights. Hank took a terrible fall off the couch two weeks ago, managing to bloody up his nose and bruise both eyes and nose bridge. I was just a foot or two away when it happened, watching the whole thing. Isn't that how these things always are?
These days are crazy. With both babies (toddlers?) on the move, it is not surprising to see them in all kinds of questionable places. They both love to move chairs around the house and use them to climb onto unacceptable heights. Hank took a terrible fall off the couch two weeks ago, managing to bloody up his nose and bruise both eyes and nose bridge. I was just a foot or two away when it happened, watching the whole thing. Isn't that how these things always are?
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