Thursday, May 27, 2010

Goodbye Mason


We said goodbye to our dear dog, Mason, yesterday.  We got him 4th of July, 2000.  Our friend was fostering him for a weekend and brought him to our barbeque.  We heard his history, and learned that he was going to be put down as he had been adopted and returned 3 times.  He was skittish when outdoors and never made eye-contact with people, but indoors he was loving and sweet.  He did snap when we first got him, but that lasted only about 4 months and he never did it again.  He had been badly abused and then abandoned.  He came in to our lives and was our first dog "together."  He was a loving, sweet dog.  He was also a pain in the #*%-he barked at everything that went by and would run away to explore every chance he got.  But if you couldn't sleep or were feeling blue, if Mason got in bed with you, you could sleep.  It worked for us, and even for some of our houseguests.  Something about Mason was very soothing when he snuggled in with you and went to sleep.  He was a good dog.

Here are a few pictures I took of him yesterday afternoon.  He was hurting, but still sweet and handsome.
































































And here are a few pictures of him from his glory days...




























































































Goodbye Mooch.  We love you.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Seabeck

We spent Saturday in Seabeck with our Arboretum Unit.  We spent the morning at our good friends', Elizabeth and Don, home where we had coffee, pastries and a garden tour of their beautiful gardens.  The property is amazing and the view is unbelievable.  It is a place that would be difficult to ever leave.






















George had a wonderful time wandering around the garden, playing with the two darling Shelties, picking flowers and visiting with the Unit members, who all adore him.  His favorite part was flying into the "sky!" as Daddy tossed him up, up, up.

















































At the end of the tour, we were able to get some lovely family photos taken.  We are a happy family, with proud Grandma and Poppa and good friends looking on.  I know how lucky we are.

































After the lovely garden tour, we drove over to our friend Betty's beach cabin.  It must be on one of the most beautiful beaches in the state.  I'll post more soon with photos from the beach.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Club foot update

We saw Dr. Mosca at Children's Hospital today for George's 21 month check-up.  Dr. Mosca was very pleased and said that George is doing great.  He said he was glad that George only had one club foot, as it was good to have a comparison with his other foot since he is so flexible.  George seems to have inherited Chris's extreme flexibility and double jointedness.  At George's 18 month appointment with Dr. Mosca, Dr. M had a several interns, residents and students with him.  He was explaining that George's foot was extremely flexible for a club foot, and showing them by pulling George's toes towards his ankle.  Then he did it with George's left foot as a comparison and was pretty surprised when George's toes nearly touched his shin.  It showed Dr. Mosca that George's club foot doesn't quite have as much flex as he'd thought it had.  And showed us that George is extremely flexible.  But at today's appointment Dr. Mosca explained that George's muscle tone looks great, his arch is very flat as they like to see with a clubfoot, and that his Achilles tendon is loose and his other ligaments and muscles seem balanced.  Dr. Mosca was very pleased.  The only muscle trouble George seems to have at this stage is with his toes.  They pull to the side (towards the big toe) pretty severely, so they always seem tucked under.  But Dr. Mosca said that that tends to work itself out over time, usually a bit later than everything else.  He has never had to do a surgery just for toes.  So, at least for now, it is looking like George may be able to avoid surgery completely.  Again, we give thanks to Dr. Ponseti for his work with this birth defect and his amazing non-surgical procedure for correction.  And we are always extremely grateful that we have Seattle Children's Hospital at our disposal, and Dr. Mosca as George's doctor.

I was talking with my brother Andy about this recently.  It was interesting to hear it from an outside perspective.  Andy lives out of state and has not had much exposure to George.  He met him when he had a cast on, then again when he was in only in his brace at night.  But as he put it, to George this is only a blip on the radar.  He'll probably have no memory of any of it.  And for us, with our first child, it hasn't been a hardship, as it is all we know.  And it's all George knows.  He doesn't know that other children don't put on socks and shoes and a brace to go to sleep each night.  It is all he knows, so it is normal.  When you put his brace on, he knows it's bedtime and starts calming down.  It may really disrupt his sleep schedule when he quits wearing the brace when he is 4.  And for us, some things were a little bit harder, but not very. I was somewhat limited in what positions I could nurse in due to the cast in the beginning and the brace later, but we nursed for 20 months.  So it didn't hurt.  He wasn't able to get a full bath as an infant due to the casts, but we found the joys of bathing "over" the sink instead of in it.  It was pretty terrible when they severed his achilles tendon.  We were surprised that they did not use any anesthesia (other than topical emla cream and an ice pack) until after they made the cut.  It was so hard to hold George while he screamed in shock and pain, but the whole procedure took about 40 seconds, and George only cried for about 5 minutes.  And he only took two doses of tylenol with codeine.  So it was much easier than anticipated, and such a miracle to know that his tendon was completely severed, yet grew and reattached itself in less than 3 weeks.  Sometimes we got some strange looks having an infant in a cast, but were able to explain what a club foot was and how common it is to some people who were interested.  If we have another child, we have a 40% chance of having another with a club foot.  That doesn't bother us at all.  I would almost feel bad if our second child didn't, because then George might realize that not all kids sleep in a brace.  I would never wish a birth defect on anyone, but if you have to have one, this is the one to have.

So once again, as I've done so many times in the past two years or so (we met Dr. Mosca when I was 21 weeks pregnant with George and already knew he had a club foot), I give thanks for Dr. Ponseti, Seattle Children's Hospital (and Orthotics pro Gregory Becker), and Dr. Vincent Mosca.

Some pictures from George's very early days:
















Before he was born I was so worried I would cry when I saw his foot.  But when George arrived, I found it every bit as beautiful as every other part of him.  It almost hurt to correct it, as he was so perfect.  But had we not, he would have been quite disabled, and now he will not be in the slightest bit.









The casts were so big for such a little guy.  But his core is so strong due to wearing this extra weight.  He was holding his entire torso up from his tummy at 4 weeks.  He also rolled over far before other children usually do.  We was rolling back to front at 12 or 13 weeks.






















George only had his casts on for his first 3 months.  Then his Achilles tendon was severed and he wore a cast for 3 more weeks.  Then he wore the brace 23 hours out of every 24 until he was six months old.  So it didn't interfere with or delay learning to crawl (9 months) and learning to walk (14 months).  Since then he wears his brace for 12 to 13 hours each day, only at bedtime and throughout the night.  He'll continue to wear it like this until he is 4 years old.

Vocabulary Boom, Choices and Potty Talk

George has suddenly turned into a chatter box.  He repeats every new word he hears, especially if he can see what it is.  He is fascinated with his body parts, and has fun saying elbow, wrist, knee, shoulder, belly button, ankle, cheeks and penis in addition to the standard eyes, ears, mouth, nose, fingers and toes.  (Toes was his second word, after dog).  He sometimes gets his elbows and ankles and wrists confused, but he often knows just where each is.  He also confuses neck and chin if you ask him about them.  But he knows where his neck is because he often complains about "neck."  It seems that shirt collars, jackets, seat belts, etc...all bother his neck. So he tugs at them and says, "neck!"  He is still teething too.  His lower canines have been trying to push their way through for months.  Some days he points to his teeth and says, "Mowf, ouch."

While riding in the car, George is very aware of what is going on around him.  He loves buses.  Every time we see a city bus, he shouts, "Bus!"  Then frantically signs for more while saying, "More bus, Mommy, more bus."  He still thinks I can make things appear for him.  He says, "School bus" when we see a yellow bus, and points out "big trucks" and "trucks" too.  When we're stopped at a red light, I tell him red light means stop, green means go.  When the light turns green he yells, "Go Mommy, go go go go!"  If we pass a bicycle he says, "ickle" and a motorcycle is "ockle."  He loves to pass "people walking" and "doggies!"  If there are more than a few people, he'll say, "People.  More people.  Oh, more people."

George has just started putting together small sentences.  It started last weekend when he was just 21 months old.  We were in the car and he said, "I see bus!"  I was very impressed.  As the weekend progressed, he expanded from "I see bus/dog/car/ Poppa" to "I wanna see dog/bus/Daddy."  When the phone rang, he shouted (as he has done for 3 months) "Telephone!"  But this time he followed his pronouncement with, "Daddy get it."  He has also been asking to, "Call Grandma."  Yesterday we did, and he listened to her, said "Hi Grandma."  He answered a couple questions with "yeah" and then said, "bye!"  My mom is convinced he repeated, "I love you" to her.  I think he said, "Hi Grandma."  That is what I heard.  Plus, I suppose I don't want him telling Grandma he loves her before he tells Mommy!  Oh well.  Grandma will hear "I love you," I'll hear, "Hi Gramma" and one day "I love you" will be clear to us all.  For now I am thrilled that he takes breaks from playing and says, arms up to be picked up, "Want cuddle."  I'll scoop him up and he'll wrap his arms around me and give a huge hug, and snuggle in for anything from 2 seconds to 3 minutes before saying, "down!"

George has also begun to have an opinion about many things.  He now wants to choose what he wears.  Sometimes I'll try to get a certain shirt on him and he will flat-out refuse.  So I will pull out another and offer it to him.  Sometimes we need to get to several before he finds one he'll allow me to help him put on.  Last week he wore a red Hawaiian shirt, grey polka dotted baby legs, shorts and orange shoes.  He takes after his Daddy when it comes to color and pattern mixing.  Some days he gets very upset when I try to take his pj top off.  It is quite a struggle as he cries and holds on to it with his little vice-like grip.  He is strong!  I suppose I should just go with it and let him wear his pj top to school if he really wants.  I'll try that next time and see how it goes.  He also loves to take his diaper and pants off.  This seems to mean to him that it is time to run.  I'll help him take his pants and diaper off (he can't quite do it by himself most of the time), and shoes too if he asks (he always takes his socks off himself).  Then he says, "running!" and takes off running in circles around the house.  He'll run nearly non-stop for 10 minutes, just taking breaks to pet a dog or get a quick "cuddle" (hug).  Then he is off again, saying "running" as he goes.  He does like to narrate what he does.

About a week ago, he came into the kitchen a bit before bedtime.  He had taken his pj bottoms off.  I praised him since he had never done that before by himself.  Then he asked me to take his diaper off (dapper-OFF).  I helped him get it off and he said, "Potty."  We haven't started potty training, but have a potty chair in the main bathroom.  He often sits on it (fully clothed) while I go to the bathroom in the mornings.  I asked if he wanted to go potty and he said yes.  So in we went.  He sat on the potty for a minute or so and "read" a book, but nothing happened.  He said he was all done, so got up to go play.  He didn't want a diaper on, so I said, "If you need to go pee-pee or poo-poo, sit on your potty."  I went into the kitchen to fix his supper and about 3 minutes later he came in and said, "pee-pee.  potty."  So I went with him into the bathroom where he had already sat and peed in the potty!  I couldn't believe it.  He was pretty baffled with all the praise he got.  I even called Auntie Christine and Grandma to share the news.  I wanted to call Nanas Wendy and Karen in England too, but thought they might not be thrilled to be awakened at 1 am!  The next night he again asked for help getting his pants and diaper off and then used the potty again.  The night after, George was running around the back garden while we watered the vegetables and picked greens for dinner.  All the sudden he said, "poopy!"  I asked him if he needed to go and he said no.  A minute later we found the poop on the lawn.  He had just gone, without bending or anything.  A while later in the kitchen, he again said "poopy."  I scooped him up, poop halfway out, and carried him to the potty.  This kind of freaked him out, but he finished pooping on the potty, then peed.  (We have an old potty chair from my sister's kids, and he can't get his willy in it, so he ends up peeing on the floor.  This bothers him.  So I got a great potty chair by BabyBjorn that has an oval opening and a little shield.  He can sit on this and pee and it goes down, not over and out.  Much better.)  This little kitchen poopy adventure taught us that he is not quite physically ready as he doesn't seem to know he's going to poop until he is pooping.  But he can tell us in advance when he needs to pee.  Now most nights he tells us he wants to use the potty and he pees in it, on his own.  Then after a while he asks for a diaper on.  During the day he will often say he wants to go potty.  If we're out and about, I tell him he can go pee in his diaper.  He just says, "Oookay."  He is a bit afraid of a regular toilet, so we're not pushing that side.  And as he seems to be potty training himself, we're not pushing any of it.  He'll do it when he's fully ready.  My guess is he'll be fully daytime trained, if not overnight, by his 2nd birthday this August.  But so far we have done no potty training.  He just seems to want to do what we do.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

George has turned into his Daddy!

















He used to look more like me, or really just like my Dad.  Now he looks just like his Daddy!  And is silly like him too.
































































Mother's Day

Guess what I did for Mother's Day this year???


















Yup, me and my ling cod on Mother's Day!  Of course, this was about 12.5 hours into a 14 hour day, that started at 3 am...Yes, it was crazy.  And not all fun.  The next picture is more representative of the the first 6 hours...

















That's me and my Dad.  Chris was nice and didn't take pictures of me throwing up over the side of the boat.  So, the first six hours were pretty miserable.  I don't think I'll ever go open sea fishing again.  But I did have fun once I started hauling in fish. (My Dad's grandfather always said, "Never take a woman fishing.  They catch all the fish!"  As my Dad said this day, "My Grandfather was right" as I caught more fish than anyone else on the boat!)
































Chris has one on...  And this is my black cod.


This is my ling cod.

















And this is my halibut.  We are eating yummy fish these days.  George loves halibut.  We haven't tasted the ling cod yet.










































And this is the best picture I have ever seen of my Dad.  He looks so fit and handsome.  I am printing it and sending it to my siblings and giving one to my Mom.

































So, it was fun, but will definitely be my last Mother's Day halibut fishing.  Next year perhaps a spa day?  It'd cost the same, and I wouldn't have to get up a 3 am...

But it was fun to spend time with my Dad and my husband, while Georgie got some really good time with Grandma.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

After the Work is Done...

After such a busy day of yard work, George loves to take a bath, then run around in his diaper (or naked, of course) for a while.

































































He loves playing on the dog beds...though perhaps right after the bath is not ideal.
































































The last picture reflects one of George's favorite games.  He loves to close the door and, from the other side, say, "All gone!"  I give it a moment, then open the door and say, "I found you!" and he laughs and laughs.  This is repeated again and again, and the fun never fades.  Luckily, I never tire of that beautiful laugh!

Monday, May 10, 2010

A Very Busy Day!


As you've seen in the past, George is a very helpful boy.  He loves to help out anyway he can.  He finds it very helpful to use baby wipes to clean the walls, the rug, the floors, the dogs, his nose...all with the same wipe!  Such a helpful boy.  On this particular May day, it was cool but sunny, and Chris and I had a lot of yard work we had to finish.  Our driveway was full of ivy that had to be loaded onto the trunk and taken to the dump (the landfill is the one place the terribly invasive English Ivy will not do any damage), and Chris needed to finish the rod iron fencing he was putting around the front garden, mainly to keep Georgie safe from the street.  So George came out to help.  He really enjoyed raking ivy with Mommy, especially because he got to wear his own garden gloves.  And he had his own rake.  He also enjoyed playing in the bushes.  He found one spot he loved, and he just stood there, in the midst of the foliage, happy as a clam.


















































































































































































Then we took a minute to watch for cars.  He gets really excited about cars, and shouts, "CAR!"











































After all that hard work and excitement, we had to stop to watch Daddy do some metal grinding.  We know to stand back outside the shop and to be safe!  It is fun to watch though.  Daddy is very clever.





















And all that hard work was very tiring, so George headed off to take a break.