Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Update on the kidney thing.

So those who have been following R since birth will remember that he was born with a slightly enlarged left kidney. This condition is called hydronephrosis or what I like to call the kidney thing as I never pronounce the medical term correctly. He was on low dose preventative antibiotics for about six months as this condition can often lead to kidney infections.

He had scans done at 1 week old, then a month old, and last December (so he was about 7 months old). As of the December scan, the enlargement was almost completely gone. Since the enlargement was close being gone, R was taken off the antibiotics.

We had a follow up scan last week (R did not like being prodded in the slightest!). We got the all clear from our doctor this morning so we are officially kidney thing free!


He has his 12 month well child visit with the doctor on Thursday so we will see how much Mr. "I Like to Shove Food in My Mouth Unlike My Siste" does with my arch enemy the scale. He is currently sporting about 7 teeth and is struggling to understand the term "gentle"...those fine motor skills haven't quite kicked in yet.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Coping with the century mark

We've had hot temperatures these here parts lately. By hot, I mean over 100F...I don't think I need to convert that for my Canadian readers, suffice it to say its HOT.

We've utilized the pool more this year than last. T helps R stay cool too.

In the pool

Oh look, Mumma's other face is back!

Soaking her brother

Did you say you were hot?

Soaking herself

Equal opportunist

Hello Millie Jones!

Hello Great GrandMa Jones!

Ah dude, your name is Mud...

Most of the time, T loves R and R adores T. They giggle together, play together and despite the age difference, I think genuinely like each other. R always gets excited as soon as he hears T come into the room or when we pick her up from school etc. Mumma's fun but T, she's better. Unless, the cats are around then they out rank Mumma too. Mumma wins out when he's hungry or has a booboo.

Today, we picked T up from her day camp and everyone was all smiles. That was until we were headed out of the parking lot, driving out of the parking lot to be precise.

Out of nowhere, T started shrieking from the back seat that I had to stop IMMEDIATELY. There was an EMERGENCY with R. I. HAD. TO. GET. TO. R. POST. HAST. No explanation, just stop the car NOW!

T had made a crown today in class (it was King Solomon day I think). It had stickers on the points of the crown. T was very proud of said crown....you can see where this is going right?

Well, while I got T tied into her carseat, she was trying to help R get his frog lovey (Bob Gratton la Grenouille). R kept dropping Monsieur Bob and T, being only too willing to oblige, kept picking it up and handing it to him.

Well as T would lean over to hand R the frog, she held her crown in the other hand. That hand dangled enticingly over R's face...and yep, he grabbed the crown. And ripped off one of the crown tips and its small sticker (read: a choking hazard). Thus the emergency.

We have repeated time and again that R shouldn't have little things near him because he might put them in his mouth and choke. Choking is bad and he could die (those are her exact words).

If R gets within a mile of something he could choke on, be electrocuted by or otherwise harm himself with, T starts freaking out. By freaking out, I mean screaming at us to stop him if she can't. She runs around closing doors to rooms, picking up cat food dishes and chastizing R when he does something wrong. R has two mommies, one age 35 and one age 4.

Back to today's events.

When I got the car stopped, I went over to R's side to see what was going on. T hadn't said much more than R had something that he shouldn't and I had to get him out of his seat pronto and find whatever he had. She was crying profusely but I finally got out of what had happened.

I untied R and finally found the choking hazard/sticker, hiding under dear old Bob. R didn't quite get all the hullabaloo but he got a tongue lashing from T the remainder of the way home.

I taped up the crown and nary a word has been said since. I'm sure S will hear all about how R ruined T's crown when he gets home tonight.