For those of you who haven't had to deal with explosive diarrhea, heres a little peak. This happens about every two hours. Diarrhea does not care where you are, what your wearing, or what time of the day, and ruins everything is touches. The tricky part is keeping baby on hard surfaces, or on top of something waterproof. Not always easy with a mobile baby.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Diarrhea everywhere.
Posted by Mistie at 12:43 PM 3 comments
Avery Loo Hoo got the flu.
Avery got the flu this weekend. It all started Saturday morning on the way to the Cure for Cancer race. She puked all over me while I was getting her ready to get out of the house. I didn't think much of it until she projectile puked on me in the car. The puking went on for 24 hours and the diarrhea is still going strong. She is so beat, all she wants to do is cuddle and sleep. Avery cuddling with her dad.
Duane loves it when she sleeps on his chest.
Avery sleeping in her "my tummy doesn't feel good" position.
Posted by Mistie at 11:30 AM 2 comments
Monday, May 5, 2008
Just one more video for NaNa and Gavin
Avery trying to say uh-oh with her dad.
Posted by Mistie at 7:26 PM 2 comments
So close to being done.
Avery and Duane admiring the new carpet. We still have to install cabinets on either side of the tv unit, and we will put the fireplace and mantle in (under the tv opening) this fall.
Today Avery started making a weird noise. Duane thought she was choking, but really she was just trying to communicate in a language that uses sounds similar to that of clearing a hairball out your throat.
Posted by Mistie at 5:52 PM 1 comments
This ones for Angel.
For all you people who said boys don't have cute clothes, check out Knuckleheads.
Posted by Mistie at 4:04 PM 0 comments
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Duane tormenting Avery.
Avery and her daddy are the best of friends. Avery's first word was Dad-da, although I don't think she knows what that means.
Posted by Mistie at 8:24 PM 0 comments
What a weekend.
Avery loves her new toy. However, I'm sure it will be tossed aside to the graveyard of toys in her bedroom only to be replaced by a doorstop.
In her new found health, Avery has decided she loves to scream instead of the cute babble she used to do. Gotta love anti-biotics.
Posted by Mistie at 4:48 PM 1 comments
