This and That

It seems like we have been so busy and yet I feel like I have not accomplished much this summer. I think we only have one doctor's appointment this month (please go knock on some wood for me) which is a record for us. We did have to swing by the pediatrician last week for a weight check and it was the first time in a long time that I was HAPPY about his weight! He weighed 14 lbs 2 oz. He gained about 9 ounces in two weeks which is way better than it has been. We are supposed to follow up with GI next month and until then they want weekly or every week weight checks. I think we are going to go with every other week. I mean, who really wants to go to the doctor's office every week?! I don't know if it's the avocados, the Lasix, or just him...but it's working.

                Doesn't he just look bigger?! 

Does anyone have experience with a three year old going through emotional turmoil? I know I have a lot of friends out there that have kids around the same age as Carter. Are they extremely emotional? It's not terrible three's, it's just end of the world type of crying about everything. For example, the other day he fell on his knees outside (which happens all the time without tears) and you would have thought he broke both of his legs. He's screaming at the top of his lungs holding his leg and saying "I can't walk, I can't walk". This goes on all night long. He literally would not get out of the bed because he thought he couldn't walk and just cried and cried about it. So, being the nice and sympathetic mom that I am, I picked him up and put him on the floor and told him to stop being a baby and walk. That was a mistake! There was more screaming, more crying, and just an all out emotional breakdown. This happens almost every other day with all types of situations. He's not done this before so it's all new to me. Hopefully it's just a phase. 

 I will say that he is always happy around his baby bubba!

I finally went and got a haircut the other day since I was childless. I'm losing hair like crazy and decided to just chop it all off. It's not that short, but pretty short. Anyhow, I don't get my hair done often so I don't have a regular hairdresser. I know friends who have had the same hairdresser for years and they know everything about each other. For me, it's always a new random person which means new random conversations. While she was washing my hair we started talking about our kids and how she is pregnant now and whether or not we wanted more. I told her we were done (my husband says his four sons are plenty) and she said she thought she was done as well. She went on to say she was done because she was getting older. I pretty much already knew what was going to be said next. I could just sense it. "I don't want to have a sick baby with problems like Down syndrome", she says. Ouch! That stung a little. I wasn't mad at all and I can't really blame her for saying that. It's not like I went around during my pregnancy saying "Oh I hope this baby has Down syndrome". In fact, I was hoping that he didn't. That's all different now of course. I wanted to tell her about Camden, but then I thought she would feel bad for what she said and it would make for a very awkward hour of haircutting. So, I kept my mouth shut and continued our pleasant conversation just kind of smiling inside my head.

Definitely not a sick baby (today anyway) and definitely not a problem!

Our one appointment is with the pulmonologist to discuss the results of the sleep study a whole month later. It's crazy that it takes so long. I booked our vacation to Chicago for August and I can't tell you how excited the hubby and I are excited about this. For one, we need it badly. We just need to get away for a few days. For another, I'm going to meet up with several of my cyber sisters and fellow blogging mamas for a couple of those days. I can't wait!!!!!

I bought some baby boy bloomers...love them!