First Night in a Big Boy Bed

The last time we visited my family, we realized Roan was outgrowing the pack 'n play. Not only was he too long for it, but he could easily get out of it if he was determined enough. He can get out of big boy beds if he wants, too, but at least he's not all scrunched up. My mom bought him this bed:

How is that adult in the bed without it falling apart?!

It started out a little rough. I did the usual bathroom routine: bath, stories, sing a few songs, bed. But after the stories, when I turned off the light, he started to cry.

I climbed in the bed with him and sang Amazing Grace over...and over...and over. He started yawning and rubbing his eyes and I was hopeful! I tried climbing out of the bed which caused the front part of the bed fell off. I was trying to fix it while still singing Amazing Grace in an attempt to not disturb his journey to dream-land. Sean came in the room (because I had been upstairs so long) and went to get my dad. He had to turn the light on, but we were able to get the bed back together. Then Sean took over.

Sean didn't sing anymore songs, he just said "Are you ready to sleep in the fire engine bed?"
"Yes."
"And are you going to stay in the fire engine bed?"
"Yes."

And he did! The whole night!

Roan woke up at around 7am (Sean and I were still asleep), went downstairs, walked into my parent's bedroom and simply said "Where is everybody?"

Either the door was not closed all the way when I went to check on him (the more likely scenario) or he figured out how to open the door (doubtful).

I cannot believe he slept through the night in his big boy bed! And the fact that he just went downstairs, walked into my parent's room, and asked where everyone was without first stopping to get in to things...wow!

So thankful for my little-big-man!

Big Boy is TWO!

It's both hard and not hard to believe Roan is two. He continues to amaze us on an almost daily basis, haha. For example:

• After our last visit to see my family, or shortly after we came home, every time I would go get him out of his crib or any other situation where I would say "Hi buddy!" he would say "Hi bubby!" and would continue saying it until I said it back. Then he would say "Jus wike gamma Bibi!" I thought maybe he was saying something about how I looked like grandma Bibi. Today it dawned on me...I wonder if my mom says "Hi bubby!" to him... I'd never really paid attention. So I called her. Yep, she says "Hi bubby!"
• A few weeks ago, Icona Pop "I Love It" came on the radio in the car. I was being goofy, singing loud, etc. The chorus says "I don't care...I love it" for those that don't know the song. Anyway, we get home and about 10 minutes later he say "I don't ca-ya. I yuff it!" Also, he really likes "Stompa" by Serena Ryder (yes, I sometimes listen to Top 40 radio in the car, shush). 
• He often mimics accents in songs on TV, as with "I don't ca-ya". One evening he was watching a kid's show (Poppy Cat?) where one of the characters' name is Tiger. With a British accent, it sounds like Tiga. They said something like "Let's look lata, Tiga." and Roan said "Yay-ta Tiga!" 
• This conversation:
  Roan: "Some-ping scary."
  Me: "Is there something scary? What do we do when we feel scared?"
  Roan: "Cwose eyes, fink some-ping happy!"
  (This is from a Daniel Tiger episode.)

I'm sure there are more examples I could give, but that's about all my brain can muster at this point. 

I missed his 2 year checkup (oops), but scheduled an appointment to talk about his vomiting episodes. Every 3-4 months he has a day of throwing up every 15-20 minutes, starting in the morning, usually tapering off around lunch time, little sips of Pedialyte every 20 minutes so long as he doesn't throw up, he sleeps, then we gradually introduce BRAT foods. He's usually back to normal by evening/dinner time and 100% better the next day. No other symptoms, no fever. Just lethargic and throwing up. 

The doctor basically said it sounds like cyclical vomiting syndrome. Basically sounds like IBS..."We don't know what this really is, so here's a name for it." Thankfully, there is something that can somewhat be done for CVS. The doctor prescribed Zofran and recommended we give him that and a dose of Tylenol the next time it happens. He made it sound like it could be related to migraines, but I thoroughly don't believe he has migraines. I have the Zofran on-hand for next time. We'll see what happens in 3-4 months. The doctor would also like to see him after the next "episode". 

I took some 2 year pictures the other morning. Just a quick shoot behind our house. It's too much of a challenge to take him to a park or something and do this by myself, haha. Besides, I took his 1 year pictures behind our house, so I felt it was kind of fitting.

Closest thing I could get to a smile!

See, now, people make the comment all the time: "He's a photographer's son, he must do so well looking at the camera and smiling!" Nope. Exactly the opposite. I get behind the camera and he doesn't listen to me at all. I have discovered asking him what color my phone or camera is...or telling him there's a bumble bee on my camera...or a squirrel...those tricks work at first. At first. 

Nearly Two: Things I Like About You

I have a few friends who blog about their sons as if they're writing to them. I'm going to do that for this post. I want to remember these things. Here are some cute/funny/unique things about you, Roan, that I just adore:

• You call chipmunks "chunk-munk".
• Any time something goes away, it's usually "bye-bye [object], nap time [object]", for instance when a bus drives by.
• You recently (as in 2 days ago) tried mango gelato (made by Talenti) and you liked it! I've been trying to get you to eat ice cream for so long! Only problem: this is mamma's new favorite and I'm not sure if I'm ready to share, haha. My bet is you're still not ready to drink warm drinks, but seeing as how summer is approaching, there isn't a need to make you try them.
• Every night after dinner, you watch Neena (Meema) and Star on Sprout; usually starting with the Pajanamals and ending with the song about brushing teeth and washing faces for bed (perfectly timed at 8:30pm). Then dadda will turn off the tv and say "Give mamma a ni-night kiss". I get down on the floor and open my arms, but you'll run into another room - usually the kitchen - laughing and giggling until you decide to run full-speed back in the living room and run into my arms! Then we have our ni-night kiss and dadda takes you upstairs. It is my favorite to see your smiling face running so fast into my arms!
• Another favorite: you ask me to sing to you :) "Mamma sing song!" A few times, when I was done with the song, you said "Much be-yer (better)" or "Feewl be-yer!" 
• You have been saying phrases without prompting more and more. Things like: "Yuff (love) dis book!" after reading the Animal Alphabet book...or "Hear it car" when you hear a car drive by. And just this morning, you got on all fours when I went to get you out of bed and you said "Being frog!" I l-o-v-e watching your little imagination grow!
• You frequently think you hear airplanes when eating breakfast or lunch (granted, sometimes there really is an airplane flying overhead). You'll say "Fink (think) hear air-pwane!"
• You're beginning to be a little more ok with your hands dirty (emphasis on "beginning to").
• You now have to sleep with your owl, blue blanket (together they are "owl bwanket"), and a small stuffed frog I got at a garage sale (named Hopkins just like the frog on Signing Time). We probably could take Hopkins out of the equation and you'd be ok, but I don't really feel like it :) It's cute watching you hold on to all three!
• When mamma or dadda tell you to do (or not do) something, you listen! Please keep this up! Then you'll say "Good job yissening (listening)!"
• You're doing pretty well with stairs, but it still makes me nervous, so the baby gate is going to stay at the bottom of the stairs for now :)
• You just might end up becoming a drummer! You love seeing the drums at church (Papa usually takes you up to see them after the last set of songs is over) and you frequently hit things and say "Pwaying drums!"
• We call our neighbors Miss [first name], but you turn it into "Missur", so it's usually "Missur Bambi" and "Missur Angi" and so on. If you try hard enough, you can say "Miss Bambi", but I think you're just being lazy ;)
• You've started fake laughing and it's too cute. You'll do it when grownups are laughing about something...like tonight at dinner when you leaned over in your chair and started to reach for me then let out the biggest toot...dadda and I couldn't help but crack up and you started fake-laughing with us. 

Ok, that's enough for now, haha. I will try to do this more often because really, I'd like to remember this kind of stuff later on down the road and I've been slacking on blogging since he turned 1. 

Sean and I have been praying together every night (well, most nights). We started cause of our marriage class, but we are planning on/hoping to continue this after the class is over. Every night we thank God for blessing us with Roan - and really, I feel so grateful, honored, and humbled that God chose us to be his parents, it's mind-blowing sometimes. What a responsibility! And how overwhelming! It's a scary thing to realize that as a parent, you could seriously damage your kid if you're not careful, haha. God, help us and give us the strength to do a good job with the task you have given us - raising this amazing, awesome little person!

The Day I Thought Roan Broke His Finger

One day I'm probably going to have a blog post titled: "The Day Roan Actually Broke His Finger", I just know it. Praise God today is not that day!

Roan got a water table and a little slide today (thanks to my mom!). I finished putting the slide together for a second time (I had to exchange it because the first one had a defective screw - the very last screw I had to put in!) and I decided to take the water table and slide outside so he could play. I took the table out, trying to hurry before he got to the screen door. He must have made it just in time to get his left ring finger caught in the door - where it hinges to the door frame.

Once I reached him and looked at his finger, it looked bent...at least from what I could tell because he was naturally pulling his hand away. Later I realized this was because his little fingers are so chubby, the dent created by the door gave this appearance.

Sheer panic set in. I actually said out loud "Oh, God, please don't let it be broken. I think it's broken. Is it broken?"

Sean was still at work, so I ran through the house and out the front door. My neighbor, Bambi, wasn't home - I didn't see her car. My neighbors Angi and Candie (and Tara) were home and I frantically knocked on their door. First, I felt like I first needed another adult's opinion (preferably a mom) on whether or not it was broken. Second, if it was broken, I knew I was going to need someone else to drive because otherwise I would end up with a speeding ticket for going 90mph to the hospital.

They grabbed an ice pack, which Roan didn't like, and as his finger started to normalize, I realized it wasn't broken. He was also moving it pretty well and was reasonable about letting me touch it in that he didn't scream when I would try. I also realized that the screen door didn't slam shut on him...it wasn't like a car door. I realized it would likely take a lot more than that to break his finger.

I immediately felt silly. He was still obviously in pain, though. I took him back home and turned on tv. I think he needed the distraction and it was his first time at Angi and Candie's so there was the new place factor. Praise Jesus, though - Thomas was on Sprout! But that only served to distract him a little bit. He would be ok for a few seconds, then start crying again.

I thought I could kill two birds with one stone by taking him back outside to play with the water table, which had very, very cold water in it (I thought that could help reduce the swelling). He was successfully distracted and did not want to go inside for dinner.

His finger still looks swollen and slightly red. But after a while, he was back to his cute, funny, silly self. He ate dinner like a champ (scarfed down the artichoke pesto chicken!) and though he's currently still gabbing away in his crib, I'm betting he's gonna sleep like a rock.

I know I'm a total first-time mom - today proved it. Sean wasn't home to keep me level headed, so my brain just ran with the broken-finger scenario. The important thing is I learned from this, haha. I learned to wait a few minutes before panicking and nearly dialing 911. I learned I'm not as level-headed as I think I am when it comes to my son being injured. I know he wouldn't have died if his finger was broken; it was just an instinctual "My baby is hurt and I - or someone with the knowledge and training required - needs to make it better as soon as humanly possible."

I learned to put things in perspective a little more. When I had him outside and he was splashing in the water table, I felt the urge to supervise him closely to minimize how wet he would get (not keep him from getting wet at all, just minimize). Wait, Kenna. It's a water table. And so what if he gets wet? I do not want to be a mom that is so concerned about neatness and tidiness that I prevent my son from being a kid and enjoying his childhood. So, yes, he was soaked 10 minutes before dinner, so he simply ate dinner in his diaper. He was content, I was content.

Also, I have amazing neighbors that I know I can go to any time for any thing and they will not judge me. They reassured me that they do not think I'm crazy...because I thought for sure they would! So for that, I am immensely grateful, too.

I know a day is coming when Roan will have a major injury. I grew up with two younger brothers, I know how that goes. Maybe that's why I panicked today. Regardless, I sure hope and pray that I am not alone when Roan has his first major injury. I felt helpless at the mere prospect of his finger being broken!

Now I'm going to relax and unwind from the adrenaline.

Warm weather fun!

I'm so glad the weather has been warmer around here! Looks like it'll be around till Tuesday-ish, too. I actually had to go buy a few pairs of shorts for Roan since he's basically in size 24 month clothes right now. I'm also glad the warm weather is here because it means I can wear dresses! My stomach has not been liking it when I wear jeans so I've been wearing sweatpants and elastic band clothing at home...not exactly something I want to wear to church. Yay dresses!

Every day that Sean has had off and the weather has been nice, we've gone and done something. The zoo, a park, something. Today we went to the park near a trail that Sean and I used to walk when we were dating.

A boy was practicing baseball. Roan loved watching! He said "So fast!" each time after he hit the ball.

Yes, my Roan, that is the sun!

Even his shadow is adorable. Also the only way to document that I was there ;)

He kept wanting to "see fishies!" Sadly there were none.

 It had been a while since we'd been on this trail...I actually don't even remember if we'd been back since Sean proposed in 2007! So here we are at the same spot he asked me to marry him...with our 5 year anniversary next month and an amazing little boy who blesses us immensely each day:

Aaaaand I'm the only one looking...

I went to Target to get more warm weather clothes for Roan and saw a super cute fedora. Actually, I'd seen them there before and each time I put one on Roan's head, he'd get a big smile on his face. There was only one left. I debated buying it for a good 3 minutes. Well, when I went to check out, the cashier noticed there wasn't a price tag. I couldn't remember how much they were and neither could he. After thinking about it for a little bit, he whispered "How does $2.99 sound?" I enthusiastically said "That sounds awesome!"

God bless that dear cashier!

And when I showed it to Roan at home, he said "My hat!" and instantly put it on.

Easter 2013

I was so happy when Sean agreed to go down to Fort Wayne for Easter! I was missing my family pretty bad and they were missing Roan pretty bad (the last time we saw them was Christmas).

The drive down went well, other than Roan not napping. I think the key is to not turn on any movies for him. He fell asleep after I turned the DVD off - about 15 minutes from my parent's house. Not without a significant amount of whining, of course.

My mom, sister-in-law, and I went to Kohls with Roan. My mom found a toy Toby (from Thomas and Friends) for like $6.00, which is pretty cheap for Thomas toys! She also got him a Thomas bath toy set (a boat that moves in the water and a little Thomas that sits in the boat).

We went out to eat Saturday evening to a place called 800 Degrees. It's really good food and decently priced. I recommend going there if you're ever in Fort Wayne, Indiana! The Hawiian pizza was my personal favorite and the mista (I think it's mista, not misto) salad was perfect. The waiter even brought out a little plate of carrots, halved grape tomatoes, cheese, and cucumbers for Roan (things they use on their salads). It was interesting keeping him occupied. We came prepared with a few small toys, his crayons, and a coloring book, but I still had to take him outside for a walk at one point and so did Sean. He loved playing in the rock bed outside.

Sunday, we went to church where I ran into a few people I hadn't seen in years. It really made me miss the friends I didn't run in to! We checked Roan in to the kids ministry and he did fine - we weren't paged (we never are at home either). He'd been a little cranky since his tummy was still recovering from his puke fest Thursday and Friday, so I was almost expecting to be paged. We came home and Roan got to have his Easter basket! He got a Thomas blanket, Thomas bubbles, bath crayons with a mirror thing to color on, Craisins, a light up Iron Man head (which is great because the button is easy for him to push), and some small stuff. Oh, and these toy cars:

He saw them in the closet and freaked out, so we actually gave them to him Saturday.

and this Thomas couch which was obviously too big for his basket:

Easter has basically turned into Christmas 2.0 in the eyes of Bibi and PePa!

He went down for a nap and family started showing up shortly after. We ate lunch (Roan was still napping which allowed me to eat!) and after his nap, Madi and Eli hid the eggs for the kids. By far the cutest Easter egg hunt I've ever witnessed!

                                      

"Come on, Grandma Bibi!"

She just melts my heart!

He made sure to push the eggs down well so there was room for more!

Dixie wanted to see if it was food. 

Looking at the eggs with Grandma Berta.

While showing Grandma Berta what he found, we discovered he loves Jelly Beans. Maybe he will be a candy lover, unlike his mamma and dadda (I much prefer fruit or baked goods).

The rest of the day was normal. Then came the not-so-fun part for us.

We decided to leave at Roan's bed time (8:30) and cross our fingers that he would fall asleep in the car. As soon as we start driving, the Xterra starts running rough. It was really jumpy/sputtery. Just not smooth. The check engine soon light was blinking as well. Sean stopped at a gas station (my parents live less than 10 minutes from the highway) and bought fuel system cleaner, suspecting it was a problem we've been told about before (I don't speak car so I can't explain). We headed towards the highway, which by that point was less than a minute away, and it still was not driving smoothly. Sean decided it wasn't safe, so we turned around and went back to my parent's house - much to their dismay, I'm sure :).

My cousin Dylan went with Sean to drop the car off at the mechanic's so they could get to it first thing the next morning. Overwhelmed and discouraged, predicting the repairs would cost a ridiculous amount of money that we don't have (only compounded by the fact that Sean was going to miss at least a day of work because of it), we tried to relax and went to bed...eventually.

So, basically, there's a whole mess of things wrong with our car. It essentially needs a 120,000-mile tune-up (it has over 180,000 miles on it). They said the car will be done by 4pm or 5pm and if that turns out to be the case, we will leave tonight at Roan's bed time again.

The silver lining is we get to spend more time with PePa Bean and Grandma Bibi. Also, I'm hoping we won't have any more major issues with our car after this for a good while. The mechanic we took it to is only 1 of 2 my dad trusts - they are kinda pricey, but fast and do the job right. So, fingers crossed we can keep the car out of the shop for a while...cause we seriously cannot take more car repairs.

18 (19) Month Check Up

Roan had his 18 month check up today...though he's technically 19 months. He proved to be slightly more squirmy and tantrum-y this visit than in the past. He's been throwing more tantrums in general, actually. We used to attribute this to teething...now we know it's here to stay (until he grows out of it). His tantrums are short-lived, thank heavens, but they're still there. He threw up this morning and napped on me (which I loved that part)...no idea why he threw up or why he was acting so lethargic, but after 11:30, he was back to normal.

The doctor came in the room and Roan immediately said "Doctor!" which impressed Dr. Breitzer :) Anyway, here are his stats:

Weight: 26.9 lbs, putting him in the 63-64th percentile for weight.

Height: 33.2-33.3 inches, putting him in the 76th percentile for height.

Head circumference: 90th percentile!! That's up from 73rd percentile at 15 months.

I asked the doctor if he had any advice or print-offs about tantrums and how to handle them. Sean and I just aren't really used to Roan acting this way...firstly because he's our first child and also because he's just never really been a tantrum-thrower. He's still a great kid and we are very blessed, but up until now we have rarely had issues with him. He's made it pretty easy on us.

His tantrums center around lack of simple problem-solving skills (i.e. moving objects that are in the way or so another object can fit through a space, etc) and communication frustrations. He knows words like "help" and "please", but he needs to learn how to use them in context. We need to remind him to say help or please, so he's just learning that.

Another behavior we're not used to is his picky eating. This is also something we used to attribute to teething. I did some research online and we have started to give him a variety of food on his tray rather than one thing at a time. This has been a tremendous help! Tonight he had fish sticks, some of an English muffin with cheese on it, cucumbers, and a lot of peas.That boy loves his peas! I feel that since we've started doing this (so he can eat what he wants when he wants of what we've made for him), our food battles have drastically reduced!

We're still working on eating with a spoon and drinking from a non-straw-sippy cup. He can handle the spoon ok and he's got the jist of it, he's just not that great at actually getting the food on the spoon yet. And as far as drinking from a cup...well, I just don't feel like pushing that just yet. He's only ever used straw cups. I have tried to give him sips from an actual cup and he does great with my help (occasionally spilling it on himself), but leaving him alone with a cup...not yet. I bought two different kinds of transition/training cups and have been kinda frustrated with their designs. So we'll see. I'm considering that one to be more of a gradual process than a "he needs to do this right now" thing.

One of the packets the doctor gave us said we could attempt potty training, but Dr. B told us he thinks Roan is still too young for it...so I'm just not sure on that. I've been thinking about potty training since I know that is the next milestone. I know a lot of people who didn't force it and just let their child learn on their own time and I definitely see the validity in the arguments for that method. On the other hand, the thought of Roan being out of diapers also sounds fabulous. This is another "we'll see" thing but I might lean more towards taking it slow and not forcing it. He's shown us time and again that he does not like being forced to do things. He's definitely Mr. Independent, let-me-do-it-when-I-wanna-do-it. I haven't researched it a lot, to be honest, which is why I'm not jumping right in to potty training just yet. He recognizes toilets and says "potty", which is good.

All in all, Roan is still growing strong and healthy and continues to amaze us :) And he melts my heart when he says "Luf eweee!" (Love you!) I've been loving my time home with him and that kinda makes me dread returning to work..but I have until September and I'm soaking up every minute!

"Helping" with laundry...

Roan's Christmas 2.0

Our Christmas was nothing short of wonderful this year! We went to Sean's mom's on Christmas Eve Eve. Sean's mom got him a Shake and Go Thomas. The boy loooves his trains!

We had Sean's dad and everyone over for Christmas Eve breakfast. I made peaches & cream stuffed French toast that I think will be tradition now. We Skyped with Nana and Papa in New Mexico, another tradition. We then went to the 3:30 Christmas Eve service at Riv, which was interesting with no RivKids, haha! We took turns with Roan in the lobby (but I'm glad Riv does no RivKids, don't get me wrong!) Ethan and Coley Heikkinen played with him, encouraging high-fives and fist bumps left and right :) We had he car packed and left for Fort Wayne immediately after church.

Christmas day was again wonderful! It was fun watching Roan be actually more interested in opening presents than last year. As soon as he'd unwrap one, he'd say "Open! Open!" So far, I think his favorite is the little James toy train he got...though a lot of his presents are in a box upstairs, so he hasn't gotten to play with all of them. We'll take them out when we get home. 

He got a train table that I cannot wait to get set up in the basement! When I opened it, he was on the other side of the room with my dad (it was crazy so I was just trying to get through the presents...and it was too heavy and big for me to take over to him)...so when he saw it, he made a bee line right for it, climbing over boxes and presents! Nothing else mattered to him in that moment! I was heartbroken we couldn't open it for him right there, but for the sake of traveling with it, we couldn't. I would make a list of all the things he got, but it would be a long list! This is why Sean and I are thinking we're gonna give him 3 gifts from us each year (3 wise men...) cause my parents will always have Christmas more than covered! 

Jaa, Jody, and the kids came over as well as grandma Berta and Tom. We ate and opened more presents. I just can't get enough of Isaiah and Daniella! Roan pronounces Isaiah's name as "Eye-sah!" They're both learning to share, so we have to remind Roan to let Isaiah play with his toys...I was referencing Daniel Tiger a lot ("You can take a turn, and then I'll get it back!"). Daniella gave me about 5 kisses and I could have had 5 more! 

Tonight, Sean and I are going to see Les Mis! We decided we'd make the most of free babysitters while we're here (not that Sean's family won't watch him, it's just harder sometimes due to schedules). Going to see the movie is part of my Christmas present; I was shocked when Sean said he was ok with going to see it! He doesn't like musicals...and honestly, Les Mis is the only one I can stand, haha. I'm pretty excited!

Our Morning in the ER

Roan woke up a little early this morning. Usually I have to wake him up at 8am (at least on mornings when I have class), but if I don't he sometimes sleeps until 8:30/8:45. This morning, he woke up at 7:30am. Not a huge deal, but right away I suspected something was "off"...but thought maybe it was something along the lines of a poopy diaper.

The morning went on like normal. Waffles and a banana for breakfast, with milk of course. Sean woke up a little before 9am and came downstairs. Roan started getting whiny. I checked him for poop several times (though he can say "poop" and "diaper", he has yet to use the words to communicate); his diaper was clean every time. I thought Maybe he has another tooth coming in... Those are usually the two reasons why he whines other than wanting to sit on my lap when I'm busy or frustration with one of his toys. 

I was on the computer in the dining room, he was standing next to my chair and was whining. I assumed he wanted me to hold him or he wanted to play with the computer since I introduced him to the Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood website a few days ago. 

Then it happened...he puked all over the floor and his clothes. I changed him and wiped him down in the tub while Sean cleaned up the mess (he was the champion of cleaning up vomit this morning...thanks hun). I put him in clean clothes and about 20 minutes later, he puked again all over his clothes. We decided to keep him in his diaper.

He didn't have a fever. Other than right before and during his pukes as well as the 15 seconds or so after he puked, he was acting normal. 

After I took his second outfit off, he said kept repeating "Sleep! Nap!" So I wrapped him in a blanket and rocked with him in his room. He wasn't really going to sleep, so I asked Sean to bring the chair downstairs so I could at least rock him down there...also, I could sit on the hardwood and clean up vomit easier than if he'd puked all over his rug in his room.

We rocked and he was asleep within 5 minutes. He slept on me for something like 15-20 minutes, I think. I got up to move to the couch because my hip was cramping up and he woke up. He tried to go back to sleep, but then he started whining again...I knew what was coming. I got up and stood over the hardwood and he threw up again. I told Sean: "We're taking him to the ER or Urgent Care or something." Off we went to the ER. 

I was standing by the car with Roan while Sean went in to grab "impostor Owl" (he'd puked on his actual owl security blanket earlier and it was in the dryer) and Roan puked for a fourth time while standing outside. Thankfully, I had the forethought to grab a container in case he puked in the car, though it did get on his coat and mine. He didn't puke in the car, which was good, I guess. He was still talking about things; not his usual chipper self, but not completely lethargic either.

They have this whole system now in the ER...metal detectors and 2 check in desks. They've really beefed up security. While we were at check-in desk #1, he puked again. By the way, holding a puking toddler while simultaneously trying to hold the bowl for him to puke in isn't easy...not standing up anyway. 

They got us to a room and checked his vitals...all normal according to the doctor. While we waited for the doctor, I tried to keep him distracted...thankfully I brought the Kindle which has apps that he loves. The doctor came in, asked us more questions. No, no one at daycare was sick. He asked what Roan had eaten in the last few hours and we told him. Nothing odd there. He asked if Roan likes popsickles or juice, we told him he really only drinks water or milk and we don't really given him super sweet stuff that often. So he suggested trying sips of water every ten minutes.

We gave him a sip, waited ten minutes, gave him another sip, waited ten minutes...all was fine. Really, by the time the doctor came in, he was acting completely normal (he called the doctor "papa"...I think he thinks that's what every older man's name is haha...but he definitely knows Sean's dad is his Papa). So we were discharged. I gave Roan a saltine and that stayed down. I gave him another one a bit later and another one in the car. No more puking.

I gave him toast when we got back...he ate almost two full pieces! And a few crackers, too. I gave him Pedialyte to drink (the nurse said that was ok to do). I waited 15 minutes before putting him down for a nap (again, he kept saying "sleep!" so I knew he was tired) to make sure his food stayed down.

Now he's napping and I'm hoping he doesn't puke again. He's such a healthy kid, this was hard for me. I know God is in control, but in the car I couldn't help but worry about all the worst-case scenarios. I prayed the whole way to the hospital.

It's seriously so hard when your baby is sick. That feeling of helplessness...there was nothing I could do to stop his puking. I wanted to so badly. I wanted to make it better. But I couldn't. I didn't like that one bit.

So, here's hoping (and praying) it was just a random, odd, fluke thing.

Late Thanksgiving Update

Sean, Roan and I left the day before Thanksgiving to visit my family in Indiana. We left at Roan's bed time because in the past, he's just slept the whole way.

This trip?

Awake until we were about 15-20 minutes away from my parent's house.

It all worked out, though. He wasn't too thrown-off the next day. I think all the excitement helped to wear him out, too.

Sean and I took him to the park Thursday morning where we ran into a woman from Okemos! I was wearing my State hoodie, so she asked if we were from East Lansing. Then, come to find out, her husband's dad taught at the school I went to my freshman year, they were also married by Noel and were former Rivites (now they go to Trinity) and they're friends with our friends from Riv, the Klans! Small, small world.

Thanksgiving was full of fun and family and is best shared through a few photos...unfortunately, for some reason I've "reached my maximum storage space" or something, even though I went through and deleted basically all photos except the ones from this blog. So, um, if anyone knows how I can free up space, let me know cause I read up on the troubleshooting page and it's vague. Thinking about switching blog hosts cause this is kinda ridiculous.

Moving on.

We finally got to meet Isaiah and Daniella while we were there! At the time, they'd only been home a few weeks, but I was sad that we couldn't be at the airport to meet them there (though I heard they were asleep for most of it). Isaiah wanted Roan to give him a kiss at one point and Daniella seemed to be trying to explain to Roan not to be scared of the baby gate that fell over and made a loud noise :) She was either speaking Lingala or baby language, but that's what her tone suggested. They are so precious and let's just say I'm really excited to see them again at the Detmers Christmas!

Sean, Micah, Drea, and I took Roan downtown to look at Christmas lights. There weren't that many, given that Thanksgiving technically wasn't even over, but the big Santa was lit as well as the big green wreath. Native Fort Waynians know what I'm talking about. When we got out of the car to look at the wreath, he was quiet for a few seconds, but then said "Wooow!" Worth it.

Sean had to leave Friday night because he had a house to paint and he had to play guitar at church (he has to play the weekend of the Detmers Christmas, too, so he can't come to that).

So the rest of the weekend was spent just hanging out at my parent's house.

My mom and grandma took Roan and I back to Lansing Sunday. We stopped at the outlets along the way and there was a model train store. Again, if I could upload pictures and video, this is where it would go (bitter, much? Why yes, yes I am). He loved it. They had a few train tables lower to the floor for kids to play with. We were sad they didn't sell toy trains, otherwise I'm sure Roan would have gone home with one. There was one train table that kids/people could turn on themselves. Roan's face lit up the first time he pushed the button and saw Thomas and Percy going around the track!

What's funny to me about this is at one point, before Roan started showing an interest in trains, Sean told me that he doesn't understand why boys are so "in" to trains and he kind of hoped that Roan would not join in on this trend. Haha, sorry, hun, but we have a train enthusiast on our hands. As long as he's not still living with us at 35 playing with his toy trains in the basement, I'm ok with it.

So that was our Thanksgiving weekend!

Roan at 15 Months

Roan had his 15 month check-up on Friday. He's still in the 60th percentile for everything :) Here are his stats:

Weight: 25.31lbs
Height: 31.5"

The doctor seemed impressed with his vocabulary (after Roan said "trash" when he saw the trash can). He said "You must read to him a lot, I can tell." And yes, we do. More than ever before because he seriously loves his books. We've always read 3-4 books before bed time (well, at first it was more like 1 or 2). Now he wakes up from nap and bed time, walks over to the side of his crib that's closest to his books, and says "Booots! Pweeease!", which is his way of saying "Books"! So I will take him out of his crib and let him play with his books for a few minutes. He literally will cry when I take him to his changing table to change his diaper. And he'll be laying there, just in his diaper, saying "Up! Gee-dow!" because he wants to get down and play with his books! I love it. I just have to get his room fully toddler proofed so he can play in there while I get ready. He's never spent much time playing in his room before.

His owl blanket is still his best friend, haha. Which is what I intended. But since his molars started to come through (he has 1 so far), he just sucks and chews on the corners all day. And it will smell SO bad. Seriously, I have to wash it at least 2-3 times a week. I should do it more, but most days I'm too busy to do a load of laundry. And I have to do it when he's awake. Any time he falls or hurts himself, he inevitably cries for his owl...and usually wants to snuggle. Short-lived snuggles, but I'll take what I can get!

He's still Mr. Active I-want-to-climb-on-everything. I have a feeling he's going to be climbing out of his crib like I did when I was a toddler.

I'm working on making a video compilation of all the words he can say. But here's a list to start. Obviously he doesn't say most of these clear as day:

Up
Book(s)
Read
Owl
Choo-choo
Wheel (what he calls fans, too)
Block(s)
Shoe(s)
Guitar ("tar")
Sock
Milk
Water (wa-er)
Cup
Spoon
Feet
Knee
Be-bo (belly button)
Nose
Eye
Ear
Mouth
Teeth
No (working on getting him to say "yes" more)
Hot (plus he will blow on his food if it's hot, super cute)
What
Watch
Why
Bus
Car
Rock (like rock in the chair)
Bird
Brush
Elmo
Grover
Horse/"neigh" (he says both, along with other animal sounds)
Bye
Hi
Rosie
Papa
Bibi (my mom, grandma Bibi)
Bean (my dad, grandpa Dean...who may just be grandpa Bean haha)
Working on his aunt and uncle's names. Morgan is "Wen". He's pretty good at saying "Brent".
Tree
Sun
Moon
Star
Sky
Hair
Ouch
Hurt (though he hasn't used this to communicate pain yet)
Dirty
Poop (trying to get him to tell us when he has a dirty diaper. I should really pick "poop" or "dirty" for this one and stick to it haha)
Nigh-nigh (for bed time)
Yuck
Trash
More
Please
All done (sounds like "atch")
Yum
Meijer. Yes, he knows how to say Meijer. The first time he said this, he was at aunt Chelsey's while I was in class. He saw a Meijer bag, pointed to it, and said "Meijer!" Since then, there have been a few times when he's walked over to the door and said "Meijer!" Haha!

I'm pretty sure there might be more. This is not intended to come across as bragging or anything of the sort. To reiterate, we have family that live far away & don't always see or hear Roan. This blog was created primarily for them.

Most of these he just says them when we ask him to...or if he hears us say it. The words he mainly uses to communicate are "Up", "Gee-dow", "Pweease", "More" (though I have to encourage this one), and "hot". Oh, and he'll say "Nigh-nigh." I think he's been trying to say that when he needs a diaper change...if he's saying it when it's not bed time or nap time...because we change his diapers in his room. He does say the other words at the appropriate time, but words like "hurt", he hasn't figured out how to use that to tell us when something hurts. I do still combine signing some of these words, but he's getting so good at talking, he doesn't really need signs all that much.

So, yes, quite the vocabulary. And he seems to be saying more and more every day.

He seriously amazes me. Last night, I introduced the moon to him. He's seen it before, but we've never just stood there and looked at it and talked about it. He was absolutely obsessed. We went back inside, but he kept going over to the back door saying "Moon! Moon! Sky! Bye!" until I took him outside again. Then this morning, on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, they were showing constellations and the first one was a circle. It was supposed to be the sun, but he said "moon", which I find a more plausible guess because the background was dark, like night, and the shape was made out of stars. So take that, Mickey.

His favorite tv show seems to be Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood. We reserve that for when he's especially cranky. We do try to keep tv time to a minimum, but honestly, if it's not Daniel Tiger, he's only mildly interested. Most of the time, Daniel Tiger doesn't even hold his attention for a full episode.


Some may have seen on Facebook that my aunt and uncle are adopting a brother and sister from the Congo. They're leaving later this week to go get them! It's been...gosh, I don't even know how many years since they started the process. It's been a long time. I think it was two Thanksgiving's ago when they thought they'd have them by Christmas. But this Thanksgiving, they will  be there! I am SO excited! I will take lots of pictures of Roan playing with them!!

Weekend with Uncle Dave and Uncle Chris

I was in my best friend's wedding in Indianapolis last weekend. I was obviously excited when she asked me to be a bridesmaid for many reasons, but one of them was that we would get to at least visit, if not stay with, uncle Dave and uncle Chris (who live in Indy)!

We left Lansing at Roan's bed time on Thursday evening with hopes he'd sleep the whole way there (a 4 hr drive). And he did, for the most part, except when we stopped for gas (he fell back asleep quickly). Once we got to uncle Dave's, we let him wander a bit in what was going to be his bedroom for the weekend. They have plenty of guest rooms, so Sean and I had our own room, too. He went to bed pretty easily.

The next morning, I woke up around 8:30 I believe. Usually Roan is up by 8am at the latest...certainly eating by then. I didn't want his schedule to be too off, so I woke him up and he was eating by 9am. Uncle Dave and uncle Chris were at work, so we just hung around their house until I had to report for bridesmaid duty at 2pm. I don't know much about how the rest of his day went because it was busy, busy, busy for me!

The girls had their nails done at 2pm and carpooled to the rehearsal where we changed into our formal-ish attire. Immediately after that was the rehearsal dinner and we didn't get home until around 10/10:30. We were told that Roan behaved really well, despite having a short nap because he had to come with us to drop me off at the nail salon. We were also told that uncle Chris did most of the work...happily, I might add! From the sounds of it, Roan went to bed better than he would have for us!

We stayed up late talking to Dave and Chris, but Sean and Dave stayed up even later! I had to be at the hair salon at 8am the next morning, so I set two alarms...I slept through both and woke up at 7:30...10 minutes before we had to leave! Sean had been up until 5:30, so he was extremely out of it. Again, my day was jam packed so I didn't get back until 11:30ish (with Sean). The wedding was beautiful and I cried many times during the reception! Sean was home until the ceremony at 2pm, so he sent me a picture of Roan exploring in uncle Dave's huge yard (and I believe he watched uncle Chris feed the ducks in the creek behind their house). Again, uncle Chris didn't have a hard time at all putting him to bed! They had many funny stories to tell me/us, too.

Saturday night was my night to stay up late talking to uncle Dave...3:30am, to be exact! I could have slept in until at least 11, but we wanted to leave by 10am because we were stopping in Fort Wayne to see my family.

We arrived in Fort Wayne a little after noon. Roan slept a little in the car...until we had to stop for gas. After that, he watched Finding Nemo (we use the dvd player as a last resort). My dad's birthday was Sunday and we wanted to see grandma Berta because she recently had a hospital scare. Uncle Micah and aunt Drea as well as uncle Morgan and aunt Jessie came over, too, so he got to play with them. I must say, it warms my heart like nothing else to watch my brothers (and dad and mom) play with him. Of course, grandma Bibi had gotten Roan several new toys, haha. And she took us to Kohls and got Roan new clothes and got me some things I definitely didn't need but were much appreciated.

We left again at his bed time. He slept pretty much the whole way home (2 hours) and woke up at his usual 7:30am this morning. Back to his normal routine without a hitch! Here are some photos from the weekend:

Wanting to play with the piano.

Flamingos were ducks (aka "kaka" for "quack quack")

Lovin' the sock monkey chair.

Again, fascinated by the rubber ducks.

Also loved going up the stairs!

Big Boy Car Seat!

Well, we bought Roan a big-boy car steat!

He looks SO big in it! *sniffle*

The only thing is it is a pain to install (neither of our cars have latches, unfortunately). So it looks like we'll be buying a second one for Sean's car. There's one night during the week when Sean's sister watches Roan because he has band practice & I have class...Sean's practice usually is over before my class is, so he picks Roan up. Switching this thing to and from our cars would just be craziness. The plus side is, the price tag isn't as high as most of the convertible car seats out there. And it converts to a booster seat, which fits up to 100lbs, so we basically won't have to buy another car seat after this.

Little Update

It's been an eventful, and also uneventful, few weeks around here.

Sean is done with turnover! Yesssss! This turn went by a little faster because I was babysitting Quin, but turn is turn. It's not fun for him or me.

I started classes on the 23rd. I'm taking Integrated Science for Education I, U.S. History to 1877, and Math 105. My science class is pretty intense. It's going to be a lot of work. Instead of a final, we have a huge project due. We can either basically do a science fair experiment or do some teaching and observing in an elementary classroom. Though the science fair one would be less time consuming, I'm choosing to do the classroom one.

The best part about this semester: my science book was about $25 because I rented the Kindle Fire version (best Christmas gift so far, mom, for this reason!). I also had a course pack I needed to buy that was also $25. My history book was $7 because the instructor said the edition didn't matter. And no book necessary for math! I originally tried to buy the ebook version of my science book, which was going to be about $60, but the software McGraw-Hill uses is ridiculous, so I got a refund and went with renting it on my Kindle. Much cheaper, much easier. I seriously lucked out this semester!

Roan has been going through another separation anxiety phase. He screams when we put him in his crib. He only screams for a second or two, cries for a few minutes (like 2-3) at the most, and then he's out. Prior to this, however, he was going down without a peep.

Sean's brother has been watching him while I'm in science on Monday and Wednesdays. Roan seems to be handling it ok when I leave then, but if Sean is home and I leave, he cries. If Sean leaves and I'm home, he cries a little, too.

It's weird, I almost feel more guilt being a full-time student than when I was working. Even though I'm spending more time with him than when I was working, I feel less "here" when I'm home because I'm studying, doing my homework, etc. His little bouts of separation anxiety aren't helping either...I might actually be ok if it weren't for that.

He's had this heat rash that just won't go away. It looks best first thing in the morning...after we've had the a/c set to 75 instead of 78 all night...and I've been putting corn starch on it before bed. I even noticed a patch of it on the fold of his elbow on his right arm - which is exactly where mine always pops up. Sorry for passing that on to you, buddy.

Now...pictures! He loves playing with the curtains. I've had to tie them up & away so he doesn't pull the curtain rod out of the wall! Oh, and his hair is kinda driving me nuts right now but I want it long for fall & winter. Until he's able to sit still more, I'm not cutting his hair on my own again haha.

Future heart-breaker right here.

Lastly, we are loving cloth diapering! I seem to go through spurts where I slack on it for a few days...the clean diapers will be in the basement, air-drying, and I just don't get around to stuffing them. Usually this happens when we have a lot going on & we're out of the house, but I try to keep him in cloth when we're home. It's so much better financially and it's not as hard as I thought it was gonna be. I highly recommend cloth!