Thanksgiving 1: Moulton
More that just that Alison's grandmother doesn't recognize anyone but her own direct offspring, and that we get smoked up out there, I just am not fond of going to Moulton becuase we just don't relate to anyone out there. I can't say I had a good time, really. I guess my highlight was just talking with my nephew Brad outside for a while. The food was ok, but we couldn't smell it because everyone was smoking (around my infant and Alison's 88 year old grandmother).

Most interesting is that one of Alison's cousins has clearly gotten a boob job. They are big boobies on a tiny petite gal. I think she works at Discount Tobacco Outlet, so I'm not sure how you justify that. Cheaper than a car, I guess.

Thanksgivng 2: Marietta
While we had much more fun in Marietta, we drove over 9 hours and only saw my family for a little under six (2pm to 7pm Friday, 9:30 to 10:15 Sat). I would link to pictures I took, but Pbase is not responding right now. The food was great, and we could smell it since there was no smoke. Friday, we hung out at Kelley's house and Nina walked around outside and my mom did her signature overstimulation of Nina. We'll not know if it does mess with her sleep since, while Nina didn't sleep for anything, we were in a hotel room which was a strange surrounding. Saturday we ate at Dwarf House, the Chick-fil-A breakfast place, and then after we (just Alison, Nina, and me) went to Old Time Pottery (which wasn't nearly as good as it used to be) we took our sleep deprived child home. She slept from the entrance ramp for I-75 until we got to Scottsboro. Alison slept some too. I drove in silence as my bladder tried to burst itself.

Do You Need To Baba?
Two weeks ago, Nina obtained the ability to say yes, which now gives her the ability to say both yes and no. This is the most amazing thing ever. And while Nina's not really trying to speak, she's decided that she wants to be fully potty trained. She will now tell us, via crotch grab, that she needs to go to the bathroom. Also, before we go out somewhere, we'll say either "Do you need to go to the bathroom?" or "Do you need to go baba?" and she'll indicate yes or no. Often, she has not wet her diaper but produces on the toilet.

She's constipated, again. We're going to step up the Ensure with Fiber until she's thouroughly flushed out, then keep it at a maintenance level of one or two a day. I'd rather her be too loose than too firm.

Communication Story: Coffee
Scene: Alison's car.
Nina begs "uh, uh" for Daddy's coffee which is in a stainless steel travel tumbler.
Daddy: "No, you can't have this. This is coffee. It's hot. The last time you had coffee it hurt you and you cried."
After that transaction last week, or was it Friday, Nina has not begged for my coffee.

Communication Story: Constipation
After we got home from church, and Pizza Hut (where we totally messed up Nina's sleeping schedule), Nina indicated she needed to go to the bathroom. I took her and she peed and then just sat there. Usually she askes to see toilet squirrel or have a piece of toilet paper to put into the bowl. But this time she motioned to me a motion like she wanted to be picked up. I asked if she wanted up, she shook her head no. So, I guess she wanted a hug. I scooted forward and she leaned against me and I hugged her. She started crying. I patted her back and said, "Hey, it's ok. You're alright." Splash, splash, splash. She managed to get some poop out, and it hurt. Poor baby. Hence the need for the fiber. After that, she indicated she was ready to get up. Good girl. She has not pooped her diaper since, I think, at least last Tuesday. Nearly a week. Nina turns 17 months old today.
- posted by Nick Postagulous @ 10:25 AM