Friday, April 10, 2009

The latest haircut

Because of this, I've been banned from giving anymore haircuts. We've been taking Joaquin to a kid's salon lately, but since Dan managed a decent cut a while back and we want to save some dinero, he gave it another try the other night.

Of course I had to document the whole event...

The first cut...
Joaquin's Haircut

Joaquin's Haircut

Ummm....Mama is getting worried.
Joaquin's Haircut

Time to turn on the tv to distract him...and when did my baby get so HUGE?
Joaquin's Haircut

He's cooperating...
Joaquin's Haircut

...and then getting annoyed.
Joaquin's Haircut

Not even a cookie was helping at this point.
Joaquin's Haircut

The final results...
Joaquin's Haircut

Joaquin's Haircut

Not too bad...but I think we're going to let the pro's give it a shot next time. We've been having to "touch it up" every day since...


This morning as I was getting dressed to go to playgroup I heard a loud crash and thud from the living room and then a "OH SHIT!" from Dan and then screams from Joaquin. I ran out in a panic looking for blood, thank goodness there was none. Dan had Joaquin in his arms while he screamed in pain.

My heart stopped as I saw white chunks of something spilling out of his mouth which I thought they were his teeth. Turns out he was spitting out pieces of the string cheese I had just given him. I still didn't know what had happened so I pulled him to me and sat down on the couch searching his body for injuries and pleading to Dan to tell me what happened.

Joaquin was watching Sesame Street and went to lean against our end table. His eyes were on the tv and not on the table so he was standing a bit too far from the table. His arm missed the table, but his head didn't.

I thought he had hit his forhead, but didn't see much. He was still screaming and I was panicked so I offered him some mama milk. It's been over two weeks since we last nursed, but I just wanted him to be OK. At first he refused and I continued to search his body for bumps or blood. He slowly started to calm down and leaned against me. Dan, from the other side of the room said "Ohhh, look at his ear."

The table caught the top of his ear. It was turning blue and swelling quickly. We tried to ice it but he refused. He refused arnica too but finally asked for milk. I was happy to have something to comfort him.

After about 40 minutes of cuddling and me searching for signs of a concussion he was up and ready to go to playgroup. He's been fine ever since. He's just got a fat ear and scared the shit out of his parents. This was one of our first BIG ouches that we've had to deal with and it wasn't fun. I'm not looking forward to what is sure to come!

first OUCH!

first OUCH!

Sunday, April 5, 2009

22 Weeks!

Ahh, over two weeks later and we are all nearly human again. Please oh please, let that be the last cold of the season...I just can't handle another one this year!

There have been so many things I've wanted to blog about over the past weeks, but have not made my way over this neck of the internets and they have since floated out of my mind to die with the rest of my forgotten possible blog posts.

So, now here I am at 22 weeks. I've done some serious *popping* lately. I thought I looked pretty pregnant a month ago, but just this past week I had quite a few people at work just barely noticing. It was pretty awesome, they wanted to ask sooo bad if I was pregnant, but didn't want to be rude and kept stumbling over their words. I could have helped them out of their misery and simply told them, that yes I was in fact pregnant...but what fun is that?

22 weeks

Since we've been feeling better this past week, I'm back to walking as much as possible. On Thursday, Joaquin and I went for a bit of a hike. It ended up being over an hour and a half of walking and Joaquin totally rocked it. It was a bit cold, but still beautiful...

on our hike together


on a log

heart the tree

going up the mountain

I have a whole week off for Spring Break...the week is already pretty packed with events, but I'm looking forward to the change of pace. After I go back I think it's only 45 working days left...Summer break just can't some soon enough!