In my mailbox today was a white envelope with the test results for my gestational diabetes and anemia screening.
Since the test last week, I have not stopped thinking about how sick I got and how I had never been sick like that in the past. So I was really nervous.
But the results are good! My sugars were not only below the threshold... but they were WAY lower than they have ever been in the past. I started jumping up and down I was so happy.
The anemia results are not so good... I was tested four weeks earlier and already knew I was anemic, but I've been working on improving it. While my levels went up, I am still below the threshold. Still anemic. Boo.
But I would much rather be anemic than have to deal with gestational diabetes. So I am really, really happy right now!!!
Monday, September 28, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Another Month, Another Ultrasound
This morning started at 3:52am, which is when I woke up. This is becoming all too regular of an occurrence! I am giving up on going back to sleep faster and faster... so this morning, at around 4:30 I conceded the battle and took myself downstairs. I was feeling extra sorry for myself because I am fighting a cold, so my throat felt horrible, and because I knew that I already had a big morning before my body forced a wake up call 3.5 hours earlier than planned.
Today was ultrasound #5 for our baby boy. It was also my screening day for gestational diabetes. I have been dreading this test since I found out I was pregnant. I have done it more than once in the past, and I really can't stand the glucola that you have to drink before hand. Add to that the fact that I was not feeling well, had very little sleep, and knew someone would be pushing for at least a half an hour on my fasting-yet-full-of-glucola belly... and I was anticipating unhappiness. Yet, of course I was excited to see our little boy again!
So, I waited until 7:30 and made myself two scrambled eggs with a slice of cheese, took all of my vitamins and started my fast. Then we headed to the doctor at 10:15, which is when I finished slamming the yucky orange drink.
We haven't done an ultrasound at my regular OB's yet, we've had them all with my perinatologist, so I wasn't sure what to expect. The sonographer was very nice to me. And to Charlie - who was very excited at his first opportunity to see his baby brother on T.V. I really appreciated her about 15 minutes in when I started to feel horribly sick. She let me roll over onto my side twice to recover. Thank heaven, because I was feeling pretty rotten.
But still very excited to see Little Bit thriving. Heart beat still going strong, gaining weight right on track. He is estimated at a perfect 1 pound, 8 ounces right now. His cocoon looks good too, they were very pleased with the level of fluid and said that the placenta looks really healthy. He still has a big head and short femurs. Since big heads are a Boyce trait, we're not worried about it.
This time the experience was a little interesting because he was shoving at the doppler a lot. It was odd to feel the tech pushing down as he was kicking up. And it was neat to see the movement on screen that I was feeling so strongly. We got a lot more pictures of this ultrasound, here are a few for you to see!
After the ultrasound and the normal prenatal appointment, it was finally time for my blood draw. (Finally because I really, really wanted to eat the almonds in my purse.) Actually, with how sick I felt my blood pressure was still only somewhere around 115/70 - so that's still going pretty good! I felt much better after being able to get up from the flat-on-the-back ultrasound position, but it is making me very nervous that I got so sick for this test. It's never been quite like that before. Hopefully it has to do with the sugar rush, lying on my back, and fighting a cold instead of a pure reaction to the glucola. Fingers crossed that I do not have gestational diabetes... I do not need a third reason to be high risk! Plus, I am not sure I can handle the three-hour version of the test if I failed this one.
I have to say how much I appreciate my husband. He has come to every single prenatal appointment so far. I have never appreciated it as much as I did today... he has been incredibly supportive during this process. He even stopped for us and picked up McDonald's on the way home... which is exactly what I wanted after feeling so shaky. Now, four hours later, I just have a slight residual headache.
With a baby that's steadily growing and becoming more active every day, the reality of our growing family is really setting in. I can't believe how close we are to the final trimester!
Today was ultrasound #5 for our baby boy. It was also my screening day for gestational diabetes. I have been dreading this test since I found out I was pregnant. I have done it more than once in the past, and I really can't stand the glucola that you have to drink before hand. Add to that the fact that I was not feeling well, had very little sleep, and knew someone would be pushing for at least a half an hour on my fasting-yet-full-of-glucola belly... and I was anticipating unhappiness. Yet, of course I was excited to see our little boy again!
So, I waited until 7:30 and made myself two scrambled eggs with a slice of cheese, took all of my vitamins and started my fast. Then we headed to the doctor at 10:15, which is when I finished slamming the yucky orange drink.
We haven't done an ultrasound at my regular OB's yet, we've had them all with my perinatologist, so I wasn't sure what to expect. The sonographer was very nice to me. And to Charlie - who was very excited at his first opportunity to see his baby brother on T.V. I really appreciated her about 15 minutes in when I started to feel horribly sick. She let me roll over onto my side twice to recover. Thank heaven, because I was feeling pretty rotten.
But still very excited to see Little Bit thriving. Heart beat still going strong, gaining weight right on track. He is estimated at a perfect 1 pound, 8 ounces right now. His cocoon looks good too, they were very pleased with the level of fluid and said that the placenta looks really healthy. He still has a big head and short femurs. Since big heads are a Boyce trait, we're not worried about it.
This time the experience was a little interesting because he was shoving at the doppler a lot. It was odd to feel the tech pushing down as he was kicking up. And it was neat to see the movement on screen that I was feeling so strongly. We got a lot more pictures of this ultrasound, here are a few for you to see!
After the ultrasound and the normal prenatal appointment, it was finally time for my blood draw. (Finally because I really, really wanted to eat the almonds in my purse.) Actually, with how sick I felt my blood pressure was still only somewhere around 115/70 - so that's still going pretty good! I felt much better after being able to get up from the flat-on-the-back ultrasound position, but it is making me very nervous that I got so sick for this test. It's never been quite like that before. Hopefully it has to do with the sugar rush, lying on my back, and fighting a cold instead of a pure reaction to the glucola. Fingers crossed that I do not have gestational diabetes... I do not need a third reason to be high risk! Plus, I am not sure I can handle the three-hour version of the test if I failed this one.I have to say how much I appreciate my husband. He has come to every single prenatal appointment so far. I have never appreciated it as much as I did today... he has been incredibly supportive during this process. He even stopped for us and picked up McDonald's on the way home... which is exactly what I wanted after feeling so shaky. Now, four hours later, I just have a slight residual headache.
With a baby that's steadily growing and becoming more active every day, the reality of our growing family is really setting in. I can't believe how close we are to the final trimester!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
3 Months In
Today marks 13 weeks, or 3 months, since I found out that I'm not so infertile after all. My goal has been to post about how things are going at least once a month. I hope that it helps me to remember this time, which is going soooooo slow, yet concurrently so fast.
Here is what Little Bit and I looked like this past Sunday, at 23 weeks.
For comparison purposes, this is what we looked like at 16 weeks. I think my baby boy has grown! And I'm hoping that most of the growing is sticking right there.
The past month has been a whirlwind. Little Bit, so far, has been great for my blood pressure. Despite the odds, I have actually had my blood pressure decrease to a level where it was too low. The lowest reading I took, about three weeks ago, was 82/53. If you don't know - that is very, very low. Really good blood pressure is usually about 105/65 or so. When I first was pregnant, as I went through the struggles of changing medications and grappling with my unexpected, happy surprise, my blood pressure was sometimes hitting 160/105. So this is a big change. I don't know how long it will last, but I am hoping that we can carry through to the end and still be so healthy. After reducing my blood pressure medications twice, they decided to fully take me off of it. So for the past week and a half, I have not taken a single blood pressure pill. The medicine I was taking is also sometimes used as a sleep aid, so I was constantly drowsy. It has been nice to be more awake again.
I did have a "rebound" affect about 4 days after I stopped taking the medicine and my blood pressure shot up. They didn't want to immediately put me back on the medicine, because they wanted to first see if my body could fix itself. So, lucky me, I spent about 2 days in bed doing nothing. It was pure torture. It didn't help that Charlie and Boone could both sense their opportunity and went all-out crazy for both days. Let's just hope that I do not develop pre-eclampsia, because if I am long-term bed-rested... I may not survive!
I had another fun little mishap a couple of weeks ago. I mixed up a batch of banana bread, which has been a pregnancy favorite of mine, and slid it into the oven one night. Then I went outside to play with Charlie for twenty minutes. When I came back in my house stunk, was smoky, and one look at my oven showed flames covering the bottom. Some (read: a lot) of the mix had dripped out of the pan and fallen onto the bottom coils. A full flaming fire resulted. As I ran to the oven, grabbing the phone, the clearest thought in my head was: "Do I want to use the fire extinguisher or baking soda?" I chose baking soda and the fire was quickly out. Afterwards I realized that I was just sitting there breathing in smoke. I aired out the house and immediately started to panic about the safety of my baby boy. I had no idea how smoke affects a 21 week old fetus. I swore I couldn't feel him. I called the nurse line twice. I went to sleep that night and woke up still panicked. I called my OB, who had me do a fetal movement test... I wasn't sure it would work so early. But I counted 10 movements in 12 minutes, and then finally started to calm down.
All of my experiences in the past month have reinforced to me just how attached I am to this little baby. He's still a big mover, and is keeping me awake at night now. To me, he's already a part of our family and there are days when I want him to be here right now. I want to be able to hold him, and to be able to debate about who he resembles. But at the same time, I want him to stay where he is for much longer than is really physically possible. It's nice to always have him with me. I enjoy talking to him, and I enjoy feeling him move around.
Next week we have our next ultrasound. In two and a half weeks we'll be in our third trimester. I can't believe it. I still worry that he might come very early. If pre-eclampsia develops, it could happen any time... and if it worsens quickly, he could need to be delivered as early as 26 weeks. (Gasp! That's only two weeks away!) Of course, that scenario is very unlikely... but it is not as unlikely that he may need to be delivered at some point pre-term. At my last appointment, when I asked my OB what I should expect, she told me that she doesn't know... that I might go all the way to my due date. Actually, what she told me is that I have the lowest blood pressure she has ever seen in a high blood pressure patient. So, that's a good thing. But all of this uncertainty is making me feel like I need to rush to be ready, and worry that I might actually be pregnant for 40 (or even 42) weeks.
One thing that I do know is that Little Bit is growing, that he is very active, and that I love him very much. He is our miracle baby, the one that just happened to be when it was his time. The one that helped put our family life in perspective. The one that seems to be good for my health. Knowing all of that, I have to have a little bit of faith. So I guess he'll get here when he gets here.
Here is what Little Bit and I looked like this past Sunday, at 23 weeks.
For comparison purposes, this is what we looked like at 16 weeks. I think my baby boy has grown! And I'm hoping that most of the growing is sticking right there.
The past month has been a whirlwind. Little Bit, so far, has been great for my blood pressure. Despite the odds, I have actually had my blood pressure decrease to a level where it was too low. The lowest reading I took, about three weeks ago, was 82/53. If you don't know - that is very, very low. Really good blood pressure is usually about 105/65 or so. When I first was pregnant, as I went through the struggles of changing medications and grappling with my unexpected, happy surprise, my blood pressure was sometimes hitting 160/105. So this is a big change. I don't know how long it will last, but I am hoping that we can carry through to the end and still be so healthy. After reducing my blood pressure medications twice, they decided to fully take me off of it. So for the past week and a half, I have not taken a single blood pressure pill. The medicine I was taking is also sometimes used as a sleep aid, so I was constantly drowsy. It has been nice to be more awake again.
I did have a "rebound" affect about 4 days after I stopped taking the medicine and my blood pressure shot up. They didn't want to immediately put me back on the medicine, because they wanted to first see if my body could fix itself. So, lucky me, I spent about 2 days in bed doing nothing. It was pure torture. It didn't help that Charlie and Boone could both sense their opportunity and went all-out crazy for both days. Let's just hope that I do not develop pre-eclampsia, because if I am long-term bed-rested... I may not survive!
I had another fun little mishap a couple of weeks ago. I mixed up a batch of banana bread, which has been a pregnancy favorite of mine, and slid it into the oven one night. Then I went outside to play with Charlie for twenty minutes. When I came back in my house stunk, was smoky, and one look at my oven showed flames covering the bottom. Some (read: a lot) of the mix had dripped out of the pan and fallen onto the bottom coils. A full flaming fire resulted. As I ran to the oven, grabbing the phone, the clearest thought in my head was: "Do I want to use the fire extinguisher or baking soda?" I chose baking soda and the fire was quickly out. Afterwards I realized that I was just sitting there breathing in smoke. I aired out the house and immediately started to panic about the safety of my baby boy. I had no idea how smoke affects a 21 week old fetus. I swore I couldn't feel him. I called the nurse line twice. I went to sleep that night and woke up still panicked. I called my OB, who had me do a fetal movement test... I wasn't sure it would work so early. But I counted 10 movements in 12 minutes, and then finally started to calm down.
All of my experiences in the past month have reinforced to me just how attached I am to this little baby. He's still a big mover, and is keeping me awake at night now. To me, he's already a part of our family and there are days when I want him to be here right now. I want to be able to hold him, and to be able to debate about who he resembles. But at the same time, I want him to stay where he is for much longer than is really physically possible. It's nice to always have him with me. I enjoy talking to him, and I enjoy feeling him move around.
Next week we have our next ultrasound. In two and a half weeks we'll be in our third trimester. I can't believe it. I still worry that he might come very early. If pre-eclampsia develops, it could happen any time... and if it worsens quickly, he could need to be delivered as early as 26 weeks. (Gasp! That's only two weeks away!) Of course, that scenario is very unlikely... but it is not as unlikely that he may need to be delivered at some point pre-term. At my last appointment, when I asked my OB what I should expect, she told me that she doesn't know... that I might go all the way to my due date. Actually, what she told me is that I have the lowest blood pressure she has ever seen in a high blood pressure patient. So, that's a good thing. But all of this uncertainty is making me feel like I need to rush to be ready, and worry that I might actually be pregnant for 40 (or even 42) weeks.
One thing that I do know is that Little Bit is growing, that he is very active, and that I love him very much. He is our miracle baby, the one that just happened to be when it was his time. The one that helped put our family life in perspective. The one that seems to be good for my health. Knowing all of that, I have to have a little bit of faith. So I guess he'll get here when he gets here.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
First Day of Preschool
Charlie started preschool this week. Last year we did a little co-op preschool with some friends, but this year he is going to preschool all on his own. (Some of his friends from last year are in his class, which he is extremely excited about.) We have been reading about preschool and talking about it for a little over a month. Two weeks before we took him school shopping. He was very excited to shop just for Charlie. He even found a backpack. We were a bit surprised at his choice, but couldn’t turn him down because he was over-the-top excited about it. It was Go, Diego, Go – which is a show that we have watched maybe 3 times in the past year and a half. We started a countdown the week before, and so by the time the day arrived, he was so excited he couldn’t contain himself. He woke up at 6:30, which is VERY early for him, and ate his oatmeal mega-fast. And then we had some time to kill before we left, so we did a quick photo shoot. (This means he had about 20 minutes to run, jump and play outside.) It was a good thing, because I think he really needed to get outside to run off his energy!!!
Finally, it was time to go. He very excitedly put on his new Go, Diego, Go backpack and ran out the door... Literally. On the way out, he noticed the moon was still up in the sky. It was a gibbous moon, and he kept telling me that someone had taken a bite out of it... He was in a very comical mood! I finally managed to get him over to the car, and he agreed to take the backpack off so he could get in, and we were off. Unfortunately, he still had quite a bit of energy – nerves is probably a better descriptor – when we got there, and he wouldn’t let go of my leg when it was time for me to walk away. But he ended up having so much fun and has been talking about it endlessly for the past few days. He is really excited to go back on Tuesday!
Finally, it was time to go. He very excitedly put on his new Go, Diego, Go backpack and ran out the door... Literally. On the way out, he noticed the moon was still up in the sky. It was a gibbous moon, and he kept telling me that someone had taken a bite out of it... He was in a very comical mood! I finally managed to get him over to the car, and he agreed to take the backpack off so he could get in, and we were off. Unfortunately, he still had quite a bit of energy – nerves is probably a better descriptor – when we got there, and he wouldn’t let go of my leg when it was time for me to walk away. But he ended up having so much fun and has been talking about it endlessly for the past few days. He is really excited to go back on Tuesday!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
The Adventures of Bernie Fern-Flop
Meet Mr. Bernie Fern-Flop. One special-delivery bunny that showed up in this year's Easter basket.
Bernie and Charlie are very good friends. Bernie goes with Charlie in the car a lot. One day Charlie decided that Bernie should go with Daddy to work. Daddy found Bernie sticking outside of his backpack that morning, and agreed to take Mr. Bernie Fern-Flop on a grand adventure.
It just so happens that Bernie is pretty good at this working stuff. He was very excited to help Daddy, and Charlie received pictures all day long of his many adventures. Here Bernie is, helping hold a laser.
A few minutes later, it was his turn to help with some measurements.
At lunch time, Bernie snuck into the fridge... turns out he really likes chocolate milk. Not such a big surprise, because this is Charlie's favorite also.
When Charlie got this picture he was very jealous. Until Mr. Bernie Fern-Flop sent him a text message to say that he would bring Charlie home a chocolate milk that evening. Then Bernie got a texted picture of Charlie with two thumbs-up and a HUGE smile.
When it was time to leave work, Daddy let Bernie make the call to say they were on their way home.
And then he helped navigate their way out of the dark parking garage... one chocolate milk for Charlie safe and secure in the car.
When Mr. Bernie Fern-Flop arrived home and handed over the chocolate milk, Charlie drank it very enthusiastically. He thought that the adventures were grand, and has been wanting to have his own adventures ever since... maybe soon!
Bernie and Charlie are very good friends. Bernie goes with Charlie in the car a lot. One day Charlie decided that Bernie should go with Daddy to work. Daddy found Bernie sticking outside of his backpack that morning, and agreed to take Mr. Bernie Fern-Flop on a grand adventure.
It just so happens that Bernie is pretty good at this working stuff. He was very excited to help Daddy, and Charlie received pictures all day long of his many adventures. Here Bernie is, helping hold a laser.
A few minutes later, it was his turn to help with some measurements.
At lunch time, Bernie snuck into the fridge... turns out he really likes chocolate milk. Not such a big surprise, because this is Charlie's favorite also.
When Charlie got this picture he was very jealous. Until Mr. Bernie Fern-Flop sent him a text message to say that he would bring Charlie home a chocolate milk that evening. Then Bernie got a texted picture of Charlie with two thumbs-up and a HUGE smile.
When it was time to leave work, Daddy let Bernie make the call to say they were on their way home.
And then he helped navigate their way out of the dark parking garage... one chocolate milk for Charlie safe and secure in the car.
When Mr. Bernie Fern-Flop arrived home and handed over the chocolate milk, Charlie drank it very enthusiastically. He thought that the adventures were grand, and has been wanting to have his own adventures ever since... maybe soon!
Monday, September 7, 2009
New Chair
Since I've been pregnant, I've found that every passing week brings more concern about being ready for our second little boy to arrive. I've also found that the heartburn at night is becoming increasingly unbearable. Every week I am up and out of bed several times at night... trying to prop myself up on pillows on the couch so that I don't have to lay flat. It works okay at first, until I inevitably wake up with a sore neck. I have spent many weeks with an average of four hours of sleep already, and that just isn't working for me. My baby boy is always very active overnight though, so we have a lot of conversations during the witching hours. :)
So, everytime I obsessed on being ready for Little Bit to arrive, it was a pretty fast conclusion that the first step was to find a chair. One that I can start using while I'm still pregnant to help the heartburn problem too.
I'm a picky chair person. Traditional gliders and rocking chairs aren't really my cup of tea. I wanted something extremely cushiony... something that I can fall asleep in now, and while holding either of my boys. My sister told me years ago about her LaZBoy, and how nice it was. I've always pictured myself with that kind of chair too.
We decided to take advantage of Labor Day weekend deals and went chair shopping all weekend. The first place we went was LaZBoy, but they didn't have any chairs with the gliding motion that were comfortable enough. So we left, with the model number of an incredibly comfortable chair that didnt' glide, and pursued the perfect chair elsewhere. But nothing else measured up! I sat in at least 50 chairs... and let me tell you, it is not so easy to sit down and stand up that many times right now!
Well, that night I had a dream. One of the most comforting vivid dreams I have ever had. In my dream I was holding my Little Bit in the chair we'd sat in at LaZBoy. I could feel him, I could smell him, I could hear him. And we were so comfortable and happy. I had this dream several times through the night, sometimes Charlie or Andy were there too. I decided that it was my brain's way of telling me that this chair was just perfect.
So we went back, we tested out the rocking motion... it is very, very easy to rock back and forth. The arms are at the right height, the reclining is easy, and the back of the chair cushions your head. And, we could put a swivel base on it so that it can turn around and do a side to side motion as well.
So, hopefully next week, my new chair will join the furniture in my room. I am so glad to have found this chair that I've been way too worried about!
So, everytime I obsessed on being ready for Little Bit to arrive, it was a pretty fast conclusion that the first step was to find a chair. One that I can start using while I'm still pregnant to help the heartburn problem too.
I'm a picky chair person. Traditional gliders and rocking chairs aren't really my cup of tea. I wanted something extremely cushiony... something that I can fall asleep in now, and while holding either of my boys. My sister told me years ago about her LaZBoy, and how nice it was. I've always pictured myself with that kind of chair too.
We decided to take advantage of Labor Day weekend deals and went chair shopping all weekend. The first place we went was LaZBoy, but they didn't have any chairs with the gliding motion that were comfortable enough. So we left, with the model number of an incredibly comfortable chair that didnt' glide, and pursued the perfect chair elsewhere. But nothing else measured up! I sat in at least 50 chairs... and let me tell you, it is not so easy to sit down and stand up that many times right now!
Well, that night I had a dream. One of the most comforting vivid dreams I have ever had. In my dream I was holding my Little Bit in the chair we'd sat in at LaZBoy. I could feel him, I could smell him, I could hear him. And we were so comfortable and happy. I had this dream several times through the night, sometimes Charlie or Andy were there too. I decided that it was my brain's way of telling me that this chair was just perfect.
So we went back, we tested out the rocking motion... it is very, very easy to rock back and forth. The arms are at the right height, the reclining is easy, and the back of the chair cushions your head. And, we could put a swivel base on it so that it can turn around and do a side to side motion as well.
So, hopefully next week, my new chair will join the furniture in my room. I am so glad to have found this chair that I've been way too worried about!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Charlie's Quips
Charlie has become VERY talkative in the last two months. He is really opening up. He's also sprouting up! We had a well-child visit for him two weeks ago. Last year he was in the tenth percentile for both weight and height. This year he was in the sixtieth percentile for height! (And the 30th for weight... so he's still a skinny guy.) He's 40 inches tall, but I swear he may have grown more in the last two weeks. I'm trying to figure out what to do because we can't move him to a booster seat until he weighs 40 pounds, and right now he's just pushing 34... but height wise, he is too tall for the car seat. What a dilemma...
Anyway, it's been really fun to watch him changing in these couple of months. I especially like some of the things he tells me. Just a couple of days ago we had this conversation.
Charlie: "Mommy! There's monsters in the bushes!" ("The bushes" he speaks of is actually our downstairs bathroom/laundry room... when we play hide and seek he always hides in the bushes.)
Me: "What kind of monsters?"
Charlie: "Mean, SCARY monsters! So I cannot go in there!"
Me: "Oh no, what are we going to do?"
Charlie went and ran around the house 3 times, which is another current favorite activity, and then ran into the bathroom and ran back to me.
Charlie: "Mommy, it's okay! They don't eat food!"
Me: "Monsters don't eat food? Then what do they eat?"
Charlie: "Chocolate milk!"
Apparently, monsters are not dangerous if they only drink chocolate milk. And about one minute later I heard,
Charlie: "Mommy, I'm a mean and SCARY monster!"
Me: "Well then, I'm glad you don't eat food!"
Charlie: "I need some chocolate milk! GRRRRRRRR!!!"
Well, it was breakfast time, but I gave him chocolate milk anyway because it was just so darned cute. We have similar conversations several times a day now... I wish I could remember them all!
Anyway, it's been really fun to watch him changing in these couple of months. I especially like some of the things he tells me. Just a couple of days ago we had this conversation.
Charlie: "Mommy! There's monsters in the bushes!" ("The bushes" he speaks of is actually our downstairs bathroom/laundry room... when we play hide and seek he always hides in the bushes.)
Me: "What kind of monsters?"
Charlie: "Mean, SCARY monsters! So I cannot go in there!"
Me: "Oh no, what are we going to do?"
Charlie went and ran around the house 3 times, which is another current favorite activity, and then ran into the bathroom and ran back to me.
Charlie: "Mommy, it's okay! They don't eat food!"
Me: "Monsters don't eat food? Then what do they eat?"
Charlie: "Chocolate milk!"
Apparently, monsters are not dangerous if they only drink chocolate milk. And about one minute later I heard,
Charlie: "Mommy, I'm a mean and SCARY monster!"
Me: "Well then, I'm glad you don't eat food!"
Charlie: "I need some chocolate milk! GRRRRRRRR!!!"
Well, it was breakfast time, but I gave him chocolate milk anyway because it was just so darned cute. We have similar conversations several times a day now... I wish I could remember them all!
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