Kayleeism


This is becoming a thing. As I go to give Regan his dinner, Kaylee will announce, “I do it.”

She then takes Regan his food and starts to feed him. It’s so cute/hilarious listening to her say some of the following:

“It’s ok. Eat up Man.” (
It’s too long to say Mister Man. So she calls him Man, Bug, Regan, or Regan James.)

“Is it delicious?”

“Aaaahhh” (She was demonstrating how to open ones mouth WIDE.)

“Open up. Eat. EAT!”

“Regan!”

“Stop moving. Eat!”

“Here you go Man. One mas bite” (LOVE her Spanglish.)

“GOOD JOB Regan.” (After he took the spoon and fed himself)

“Hey. Shake a tushie Regan” (While she showed him how. Never mind that he was locked in his chair! haha)

It’s weird because he hasn’t let anyone feed him (unless he’s mooching off our plats that is) in like 6 months. But if it’s Kaylee I guess it’s cool.

She is such a funny little Mama. I think it’s just in her blood to Mommy everyone. We love it. And her!

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15 months old and a skin prick test

Ya. That about sums it up folks.
When Kaylee saw this picture she said, “Oh, no! Regan is SO sad!”

(Jon had the “lovely” job of pinning him down.)

I love that Jon indulges my need to photograph EVERYTHING! He even smiled for me after I dug out his phone so I could take a picture of our tortured child. (You know instead of giving me the “Woman you’re crazy” look.) He loves me.

Look at my poor poor Bugs back. We found out that he is allergic to eggs (The only new find and not a big deal since we don’t do eggs as Kaylee is allergic.) as well as Wheat, Dairy (all varieties), and Soy. He’s had a rough couple of days, and seems to be coming down with a cough to boot.

Yesterday we took him in for his 15 month well child check. It was a great visit. Minus the shots of course. Here are his new stats from his 2/21/11 WCC.

Weight: 17 lbs 13 oz 1.2 % (He’s back on the chart!!!!)
Height: 31 inches 45 % (Tall and skinny like his Daddy)
Head: 18 inches 12 %

So all in all he is doing GREAT! You know compared to how he was when he was dying the slow mysterious death. We are as ever so grateful that it was never worse that is was at it’s worst. Cause it really could have been SO much worse!

Mister Man is starting to kick his Failure to Thrive diagnosis’ Butt! He is also catching up rapidly in his gross motor skills. (His Fine motor & Language development were never an issue.) Makes his Mama proud! He really is SUCH a trooper. I very much doubt I’d be such a pleasant personality if it was me being poked and prodded ALL the time.

Hears to getting healthy!

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A date and a Kayleeism

I read the story to the children today. It’s such a romantic day. It was of course a children’s version of the story, but still good. Then Carter came over and we made conversation heart cookies. (Sugar cookies, heart cutter, food color pens = FUN!) Happy Valentines Day!


The Kayleeism:

Last night Jon and I were in bed watching a NOVA special. (NOVA rocks!) Kaylee and Regan were eating dinner and finishing up Lilo & Stitch. Well Kaylee finished and ran into our room announcing, “We need to take a bath!” So I asked why (she was clean). She replied, “This toe right here is dirty,“ while bending down and pointing to one big toe.

We laughed. And then a few minutes later discovered that Regan NEEDED a bath. (re-fried black beans EVERYWHERE!) So Kaylee got to have her bath and clean her dirty toe. She was pleased.

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