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Milestone Monday: The 2-Year Check Up

Monday, December 12th, 2011

Fia had her 2-year old checkup last week here in LA. I loved her new doctor, Dr. Iyer, at Glendale Pedatrics. She walked in, sat down and said, “Tell me everything from the day she was born.” Wow, I thought, I get the doc for 5 hours. Ha. I gave her the synopsis of her little life and she asked questions, took notes and just seemed very engaged. Not rushed at all.

Fia is developing fine, physically and verbally. No red flags. She said the hypochondria is probably a combination of attention seeking + knowing her body parts, which is very exciting to kids this age. I can ignore a little more, (since right now I immediately go and “kiss” the hurt area), and tell her not everything has to always hurt. Seems logical.

A few reminders she pointed out that I have to stay aware of: toddler safety. Phil and I tend to get a tad complacent, thinking, “well, she knows better than to…(fill in blank).” And for the most part she does. But she is still a tot, so we have to be hyper vigilant. For example, sometimes I’ll let her eat while watching Sesame Street and I’ll be out of eyesight in another room cooking. The doc gently reminded me that humans can choke on just about anything. Even a raisin (I have looked over to Fia before in her highchair and seen a mouth full of them). We always need to sit with our babes while they eat and not leave them unattended. Remember: choking is silent.

Also:

–Plants, including Poinsettias, are poisonous. I knew they were to cats, but I didn’t know they were to us as well.

–Toilets: This is the age where she may start to throw things in the toilet (gross). And along with that, toddlers may reach in to retrieve their toy and fall in since they are head-heavy.

–Make sure chords on our blinds don’t loop. Cut them so they dangle down individually.

–Secure cabinets. Two ounces of perfume contain enough alcohol to kill a small child. Mouthwash too, as it’s 85-95% alcohol.

–Stove top: cook on the back burners of your stove if your toddler is around while you’re cooking. I know Fia can almost reach the front burner now. Also, turn your pot handles inward, so they can’t grab it and pull, potentially spilling boiling water on them, etc.

–Helmets: we are thinking of getting Fia a tricycle for Christmas. From the very beginning make them wear a helmet. You want to develop a life long habit on this one.

And for my own fun, here are her stats:

Weight: 25.4 pounds (30th percentile)

Height: 34 inches (50th percentile)

Head Circumference: 19.25 inches (83rd percentile).

Some helpful websites for safety issues as well:

http://www.parents.com/baby/safety/babyproofing/safety-hazards/

www.safechild.net

www.Cpsc.gov

www.safekids.org

Picture of doctor and baby via ShutterStock.com

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Milestone Monday: Toddler Hypochondria?

Monday, December 5th, 2011

"My Finger Hurts," Fia says

Author’s Note: Join me every Monday as I share Fia’s ongoing milestone (mis)adventures–from potty training to talking to everything in between.  Mayhem and mischief guaranteed on Milestone Monday!

How is it that my toddler turns two and develops severe hypochondria? Actually, it ‘s been going on for some time now. Every part of her body seems to be in constant pain.

“Mommy, finger hurts. Kiss. Make better.”

“Mommy, eye hurts. Kiss. Make better.”

I’m all for smothering her, but this is getting a little ridiculous.

The most common body part: her elbow. I’ve never met a person who has such constant elbow pain.  And none of these body parts are on the same side. Sometimes it’s the left thumb. Other times it’s the right pinky.

The best is when I’m driving. These phantom pains pop up as she sits in her car seat listening to Elmo. Isn’t it bad enough that I can’t listen to NPR? But now I have to hear her listing off her knee, her cheek, her shoulder ailments…. I’m not stopping on the freeway to offer kisses, that’s for damn sure. Silly girl.

When I was in 2nd grade, I had a fake cast made and wore it to school. I pretended I broke my arm. Clearly I was a needy child, desperate for attention, even though at that time in my life, my parents gave me plenty.  Did Fia inherit this trait? And is this hypochondria thing a normal milestone, or am I going to have the youngest person on the planet diagnosed with fibromyalgia?

 

Baby Finger picture via Shutterstock

 

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Fia Friday: Happy Birthday!

Saturday, December 3rd, 2011

Happy Birthday my sweet girl. Here’s some of the highlights from your big day.

We started off by going to the LA Zoo….Where you and Daddy got ice cream.

You Share So Well

 

 

 

 

Then we opened presents:

 

 

You Got A Talking Abby!

 

And had Cupcakes!

Trying to Blow Out Candles

 

And of course, EATING!

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Milestone Monday: Turning 2

Monday, November 28th, 2011

Almost 2!

Author’s Note: Join me every Monday as I share Fia’s ongoing milestone (mis)adventures–from potty training to talking to everything in between.  Mayhem and mischief guaranteed on Milestone Monday!

Friday is Fia’s 2-year old birthday. What a difference a year makes. Last year I was in tears over the 1-year old milestone. I was overtaken by emotions. It just felt like such an accomplishment to have made it through that first year….especially those first months. I had a little party at our apartment with a few of her friends.

This year I feel almost unemotional about it. Not that it hasn’t been a phenomenal year, but I guess I just don’t feel like making a production out of it, emotional or otherwise. Thus we have nothing planned. Nada.

I did run in a frenzy to Babies R Us last week when I realized it was almost December. I hate shopping. Just thinking about indoor areas with florescent lights gives me a headache. One store plus the Internet is about all I can handle. I don’t think she’ll need therapy down the road for this, but for some reason, I feel guilty for not feeling guilty. I mean, should we at least have a friend of hers over and blow out a candle? (To quote my Brooklyn therapist, “”should” is shit. Don’t “should” yourself.”)

If I dig deep, I guess the one thing that hits me is she’s now officially in “mid-toddler” stage. Right? She’s not necessarily “a baby” anymore. I love it when I’m at the playground and other moms tell their bigger tots, “be careful of the baby.” I will be sad when I’m telling her that. Of course, that scenario is right around the corner with her baby brother coming January 25th. But she’ll always be “baby” to me. To the outside world, she’ll soon start to become “a big girl.” Small sob.

So in conclusion (sorry if this sounds like a book report), I think I’ll just go with doing very little this year. I’ll smother her as always with as many kisses and hugs as she’ll allow. And I’ll watch as she delights in ripping open her presents, more excited about tearing paper than what’s inside. We’ll get a cupcake and a candle. And the three of us, plus Wayne will celebrate. Then we’ll call it a day. And I’ll officially have a 2-year old.

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