I Called It

We went to the Opthamologist today for LilB. I had mentioned to MrB that I bet he would get glasses. MrB disagreed, but mostly I think because he knew LilB would never go for that.

I was right.

They dilated his eyes and said almost immediately that he has a Astigmatism with near sighted vision. We didn't go get glasses because we were starving and I'm sure LilB wouldn't have stood another minute of people touching his head. He was pretty tired.

So I'm hoping they have some special glasses, though I doubt he'll tolerate them very much. I didn't have to get glasses until I was a teenager. Poor thing will probably wear them for life.

Boy or Girl?

So what do you think I'm having? A boy or a girl? With LilB, I KNEW it was a boy, but this time around, I'm not as sure...

Shave and a Haircut....To bits

"His hair is awfully long," some would say, oh-so-subtly.

"Aww, your hair is in your eyes" GrandmaB would say, frankly.

"I like his curls," I'd reply. "I'm also his mom so I decide when and how my sons hair should be cut."

Ok, so I never said the last remark, but my hormones have REALLY wanted me to. A few other mothers were supportive of my decision on letting his shag and all natural curls hang. But those were few and far between.

Still, I'm not one to give into "peer pressure". Or listen to adult authority (I guess that means with one baby and another on the way, I still consider myself a kid...or at least a rebellious teenager).

When people stopped bugging me on when they thought I should cut my son's hair, I started thinking about it. Really, it was when I was trying to comb the food out of his hair, him screaming bloody murder at me for even touching his head.

I knew I would be the one to cut it. I know my son and I've been to beauty school, most of it anyways (before actual completion a miscarriage led to depression which led to the lack of motivation to actually get out of bed). I knew he would scream. I knew once he was pissed, he'd throw his upper body in anyway that would permit movement.

After scouring the Internet for the perfect little boy cut, I finally came up with one. I didn't want to cut it short, like many of the boys in the pictures had it, and I finally found out I wasn't the only mother to let her baby have shaggy hair. In fact, comparatively, LilB's hair wasn't bad at all.

I finally found the perfect cut on none other then Amalah. Be sure to scroll down past the first pic, which is exactly how she (and I) did not want our babies' hair to be.

Without further adieu, I give you his first haircut. The before...

So happy...

During...

And after!

I have no regrets and I didn't even cry (probably because I was too busy fighting him).

I did, however, tell MrB that when people remark how we finally cut his hair, we can tell them, "Yeah! Now you can stop bugging the shit out of us!"

Preggo Photo: 17 Weeks

Not much has really changed. Except maybe stronger cravings...mmm, fried mushrooms.

Therapy Update

I haven't really done an update on LilB in awhile. Here we go.



Megan (PT) is still coming every other week, co-treating with Amanda (OT). Amanda still comes every week. I've been a little frustrated with Amanda because I don't feel like we get much done. I know I'm probably comparing her to Denise, our old OT, who was amazing and very experienced with a nice mix of OT and PT, but still. It bugs me that she doesn't always seem to listen to what I have to say and it also bugs me that she doesn't leave a copy of her weekly reports with me, like Denise use to. Denise use to give me specific instructions on what to work on every week and though some days I would only have 15 minutes to devote to that therapy, it was immensely motivating for both myself and LilB. He wouldn't be so pissed off when she came around the next week, because he knew what to expect and had already been practicing.


I like Amanda. She's nice, but it also seems like she gets other kids confused with mine. Not with major things, but it still bugs me a bit. I don't know if I'm just knit-picking or what.


Megan is very nice as well. She's not too deterred by LilB when he screams through most of the session. I suggested to her that we move his sessions up to every week, like we originally planned (I backed off because it was IR season at work) and I know once the baby is born, there won't be even less available time for me. She wants to start after Christmas because we have our 6 month reviews coming up and our coordinator would just have double the paperwork. I'm fine with this. Megan still thinks she'll be able to come at the same time on her off weeks with Amanda. She also doesn't give me a copy of her reports but I can see what she does better and she explains to me specifically what she's doing and times when I could practice (like bearing weight through his legs while sitting on my lap and watching tv).


Her and Amanda get along very well, and during their sessions together, they talk a lot. Sometimes I wonder if this is a little distracting to LilB. During my stay at my aunts', when my grandmother died, he did not do so well with the loud noises from the large crowd. LilB is use to both of them and two people aren't really hard for him, but I wonder if they're giving him as much undivided attention as they should be. Maybe it's just too much work for him at once. Maybe it's because I don't do enough with him during the weeks.


Kelly (vision therapist) is great, still. I love her dearly because she loves LilB and does so well with him. I think she's his favorite. She's noticed an improvement on his vision and can't wait to see what the eye doctor says next week. I'm a little frustrated because he still isn't very interested in the light box (it's exactly how it sounds) and yet he use to have a huge fascination with lights; so much so, we had to start turning them off during therapy to get his attention. It's hard to come up with toys to put on the light box and he seems more interested in the casing, which has a scratchy feel and his dark grey, then the actual light.

The other thing is, that while Megan will be able to just do the same time on the opposite weeks of co-treating with Amanda, Amanda will have to move her time, which she offered to do. I'm not sure why since she only has two days she works, Monday and Thursday, both days that already or will have therapists on. LilB would not do well with two therapies in two days, especially if one is PT and one is OT. And I really don't have time in my work schedule to try to fit two in on the same day.

Kelly offered to move her time, which I guess would be okay. Kelly is way more flexible then othe other two therapists and works with me a lot.

I guess we'll just have to suck it up and take a hit in my hours. It will be easier once MrB's new contract starts up, which should be soon.

Preggo Photo: 16 weeks

Not too different, just a little rounder. And people are noticing. Last night, MrB and I went out to eat (for the first time in what seems like forever-which the hostess probably knew since MrB asked for a non-smoking table). When we were leaving the waiter, a male, asked very politely if I was having a baby. Turns out he was expecting any day as well. That was the first time I've ever had a guy approach me about any pregnancy, though.

Also wanted to shout out my congratulations to Morgan who gave birth to her beautiful baby girl on November 30!

Thanksgiving

I love Thanksgiving. And more so, I love being pregnant on Thanksgiving. I can eat a whole lot more.

This year I felt a little guilty because I knew my mom wasn't going to see her family. What's worse is that she can't go anywhere for Christmas because her work is moving right around then. I asked her too little too late to come stay with us. I hate that she's alone. I hate that two days after Thanksgiving, when her birthday rolls around, no one is there to force her to celebrate with fattening cake and a delicious dinner. She deserves more then simple phone calls. I wish I had money to send her something nice, or even to go see her, but when I do have money I always get stuck on what to get her. She's a simple woman.

LilB has discovered how much he loves sweet potato casserole (just like his mom, minus the nuts). It was adorable and he ate the batch GrandmaB (MrB's mom) mad just for him in two days. She was impressed.

We wandered around on Black Friday and bought a few cheap movies but went home early. MrB isn't one for shopping crowds. And the deals weren't too spectacular this year.

I was a little reminiscent this year, thinking about all the Thanksgivings I spent with my family when I was young. I would stay at my grandmas' or my aunts'. There would be so many people that we'd have tons of dishes, including a turkey and ham. Before we ate, we'd all hold hands, no matter how large the group was that year, and grandpa would lead us in prayer. I miss those times. I miss my grandma's cooking.

It's been a rough year. I'm hoping next year isn't so bad.

Happy Thanksgiving all.