Benjamin reacts to the sound of the blender.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Climbing Out
Benjamin has started getting himself out of bed in the morning. Unfortunately, he also gets himself out at bedtime.
We tried turning the crib around, so the shorter side is against the wall, but he climbed out just as easily--we had only made the drop to the floor more dangerous.
So that's the end of crib sleeping. He'll sleep on a mattress on the floor for now. Soon, Jack will move to the top bunk of the bunk bed, and Benjamin can take the bottom. Now how will we keep Benjamin from climbing to the top bunk...?
We tried turning the crib around, so the shorter side is against the wall, but he climbed out just as easily--we had only made the drop to the floor more dangerous.
So that's the end of crib sleeping. He'll sleep on a mattress on the floor for now. Soon, Jack will move to the top bunk of the bunk bed, and Benjamin can take the bottom. Now how will we keep Benjamin from climbing to the top bunk...?
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Playing with Pop and Picking Potatoes
We went to visit Grandma and Pop and Roger and Regrin in NC.
Grandma took us to a local nursery to pick some potatoes for dinner.
The next day, Pop took us to a local park to feed the ducks.
Grandma took us to a local nursery to pick some potatoes for dinner.
The next day, Pop took us to a local park to feed the ducks.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Saturday, June 4, 2011
An eventful day.
Jack earned his yellow belt.
Jack swallowed his first and, hopefully, last penny. It was a bit traumatic as it lodged in his throat before finally making its way to his stomach. I think he learned a lesson.
We sold Megan's red Matrix at Carmax. A bittersweet event. That was a great car, and it will be missed.
Yellow belt 6.4.11
Jack earned his yellow belt today. Each student got a sticker to represent the discipline in which they were strongest. Jack's was Balance. We're all so proud of him! Osu!
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Pirate and Princess
Today there were two free* events for Jack. First, he built a cool pull-back race car at Lowes, then he dressed up as a pirate for a Pirate and Princess party at Chic-fil-A. Olivia came too, dressed as a princess.
*I know, the Chick-fil-A thing wasn't free because we bought lunch there. TNSTAAFL**
**(I'm reading Robert A. Heinlein's The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress.)
*I know, the Chick-fil-A thing wasn't free because we bought lunch there. TNSTAAFL**
**(I'm reading Robert A. Heinlein's The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress.)
Monday, February 21, 2011
Exit Caliban
Caliban--one of our cats, and, dare I say, our favorite one--goes to her "forever sleep" today.
She was injured sometime around Friday or Saturday before last, we think by the dogs playing too rough with her. She had been hiding under the bed and would not move much. She acted like her back legs were hurt. Megan took her to the emergency vet last Sunday, and to our regular vet last Monday, for X-rays and specialist's opinion. Nothing was broken, but she appeared to have nerve damage. She was put on steroids for a week to treat pain and inflammation from the possible spine injury.
Over the past week, she seemed to be doing better in some aspects--she would walk, albeit tentatively with arched back. She would eat and use he litter box. But she would drool (at least partly due to the steroids), and would often meow and hiss. She lost control of her bladder on Saturday, but otherwise seemed to use the litter box when needed. I got her to walk up and down stairs on Sunday, although she never climbed the stairs on her own volition during the past week.
Megan has the day off for President's day, and brought Caliban in for the follow-up appointment this morning. The vet's diagnosis was that she is not herself; that the neurological damage is affecting her mental state--the meowing, hissing, and other behavior could be due to misinterpreting her surroundings, or even hallucinating. The drooling is more severe than the steroids would induce. And while we can't tell for sure, she's probably in pain and will continue to be indefinitely.
There's nothing we can do. Even if we proceeded with pain medication, it would be so strong that she might spend the rest of her life basically sedated. He recommended, and Megan agreed, that the best thing now is to put Caliban to sleep. She will have a "country cremation," where her ashes will go with other animals' to a field in the countryside.
Caliban, of course, takes her name from the character in Shakespeare's "The Tempest." I found the following quote from from Act III, Scene 2:
CALIBAN:
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.
She was injured sometime around Friday or Saturday before last, we think by the dogs playing too rough with her. She had been hiding under the bed and would not move much. She acted like her back legs were hurt. Megan took her to the emergency vet last Sunday, and to our regular vet last Monday, for X-rays and specialist's opinion. Nothing was broken, but she appeared to have nerve damage. She was put on steroids for a week to treat pain and inflammation from the possible spine injury.
Over the past week, she seemed to be doing better in some aspects--she would walk, albeit tentatively with arched back. She would eat and use he litter box. But she would drool (at least partly due to the steroids), and would often meow and hiss. She lost control of her bladder on Saturday, but otherwise seemed to use the litter box when needed. I got her to walk up and down stairs on Sunday, although she never climbed the stairs on her own volition during the past week.
Megan has the day off for President's day, and brought Caliban in for the follow-up appointment this morning. The vet's diagnosis was that she is not herself; that the neurological damage is affecting her mental state--the meowing, hissing, and other behavior could be due to misinterpreting her surroundings, or even hallucinating. The drooling is more severe than the steroids would induce. And while we can't tell for sure, she's probably in pain and will continue to be indefinitely.
There's nothing we can do. Even if we proceeded with pain medication, it would be so strong that she might spend the rest of her life basically sedated. He recommended, and Megan agreed, that the best thing now is to put Caliban to sleep. She will have a "country cremation," where her ashes will go with other animals' to a field in the countryside.
Caliban, of course, takes her name from the character in Shakespeare's "The Tempest." I found the following quote from from Act III, Scene 2:
CALIBAN:
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.
Ben is cutting four teeth.
He now has the top two front teeth coming in, in addition to the bottom two front teeth.
Crawling around Mommy's office
The boys visited Megan while she was at school on Saturday.
Jack was pretending to be a puppy. Benjamin was just being Benjamin.
Jack was pretending to be a puppy. Benjamin was just being Benjamin.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Close to crawling
This video is from a day and a half ago. He's getting better at crawling every day.
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