It's been a loooooooooooong week.
Last Sunday, Stella and I were grocery shopping kind of late. I cut it way to close to dinner and she was hungry/thirsty and therefore fussy. So we are in the check-out line and I grab a water from the cooler there and give her a few sips. She loved it. It was one of those Dasani Plus waters - tangerine flavor. (there were no regular waters or I would have gotten that. I figured this was innocent enough - and much better than soda!)
Sunday morning, she wakes up with giant red welps and hives all over her body. NICE!!! It was crazy looking. I remembered that water instantly and felt like a damn dog. I took her right into the Doctors and they told me what I already knew - an allergy of some sort. They said to give her Benedryl and no more flavored water. No worries there!!!
On Wednesday, Mom took Stella to her first Mother Goose Hour at the local library. They had a blast - I'll post pictures when Mom sends them to me. Stella had a blast with the other kids. After the library, they went by my Mimi's house for a little surprise and while there, Stella ran into a door jam and scratched her left cheek big time. All the way down. She did that sobbing cry where she can't catch her breath....but then was fine. Mom and Mimi were traumatized. Mimi called Mom twice that afternoon to check on Stella. Mom called me at work and told me what happened and I gave her the usual "this stuff is going to happen" speech. She said she knows that but she'd rather it not happen when Stella is with her. :) Grandmas don't handle this stuff well.
NOT TO MENTION, that Stella has gotten up in the middle of the night SCREAMING every night this week. I go in there and she is standing up in the crib and nearly making herself sick she is crying so hard. I try to lay her back down but she grabs a hold of my shirt and will not let go and screams bloody murder. After a few mintues of this, I just take her back to my bed and she goes right to sleep. I know I am creating a monster but WE ARE TIRED.
On Friday afternoon, Mom calls me around 3pm and says that Stella just banged her OTHER cheek on the coffee table - luckily not a corner (which has those protective foam things on them) but the side. It still made a big mark. So both cheeks are bruised now. We laugh about it for a minute and joke about how her new nickname is Rocky and how I better not take her in public or Social Services will come get me.......
Thirty minutes later Mom calls back and I pick up the phone and SHE is hysterical crying. Stella tripped AGAIN and fell right on the corner of her couch - the wood part - and got a giant goose egg on her forehead. I call the Dr and tell her what happened and she said to just watch her and put ice on it but when I call Mom back, she insists we take her in. So we did. :)
I was curious to see if there was some inner-ear infection that was affecting her balance...but alas, she's perfectly fine. Just busy and doesn't watch where she is going when she is RUNNING.
Here is my little Rocky. This is after the goose-egg went down some:
This weekend was rather chill for once. We did not have a lot of running around to do. My friend (co-worker) Josh, his wife, and 2 kids strolled from my house to Lakeside Avenue with me and Stella for a little Scarecrow Festival and some shop browsing. That was nice!
On Saturday, we received a package in the mail for Stella O. It was from Rich Uncle Donnie in NYC! (That's what we call him...although he argues about the "rich" part.) He sends Stella O. gifts and cards and we collect them all in the "Rich Uncle Donnie" box. This time he sent a cool Hokey Pokey Skirt! It plays the song!!!
On Sunday, I went to church with Mom and Dad. Toby and Stella had a great Father/Daughter weekend with a lot of time together. While I was gone, they went to the park down the road and she swang in the baby swing. He said she was scared and holding on for dear life at first...but within minutes was cackling and squealing. When I got home from church, she was eating lunch. Toby said "She's eating her chicken! She loves it!" I was shocked because she had never eaten chicken for me...always spits it out. We were so excited until we noticed this. A new hiding place:
Toby and I then spent the rest of the afternoon hanging up pictures in the house. We have old plaster walls so I needed his drill expertise and I had been collecting pictures I wanted hung up for a while.
I also put up this new little "fake window" wallpaper in Stella's room. I love it! I did have the quilt hanging there on the wall but Stella kept yanking it down every time I changed her diaper. So I switched the quilt with the window valance and put up a fake window. Problem solved. :)
So, now it's Monday and I'm back at work. Last night was the first night Stella did not wake up and stayed in her crib. I hope it happens again tonight...and beyond!! I love my girl, but I could do without her kicking me in the face and kneeing me in the stomach all night long.
And one last brag before I go... She's a peek-a-boo champion. Look out.
