Our situation may've been different if everyone wouldn't have been reassuring us that we were having a boy. There may not have been that shock value. I think Nanny may've thought we were having a girl but all of those "Girl" people were pretty wishy-washy. I don't know why everyone assured us it was a boy. We totally avoided that area during the ultrasound and no one honestly knew. Even Ginny and Gina didn't have a clue. Why were we so dumb to believe everyone and convince ourself that she was in fact a he?
One of my very best friends from highschool just found out she is expecting. I've been thinking about what I would like for her to have. (Like I have a choice in the matter.) I can guarantee that her daughter would have a princess room, always be dressed to the nine's, have a big fluffy Easter dresses with tights and patent leather shoes, have big bows and be spoiled rotten. But on the other hand, I can see her having a boy just the same. She would be the booster-club sponsor, the Mom that took sandwiches to the baseball game for the boys to eat in between games, and the family that went to every sporting event proudly wearing their son's name on the back on their shirt. She is going to be a great Mom no matter what they have and I don't know that it matters to her. As it shouldn't. I sat and thought about the pros and cons of what she may have and tried relating it to our birth story. There wasn't a single reason I could come up with as to why I want her to have one sex over the other. I couldn't come up with a single reason that a girl would be bad for them. Then I switched to a boy. All I could think was good things there too.
I can't even imagine how different my life would be if Tylee was in fact, Tryp (Trip, Trypp...however we were going to spell it). Not better. Not worse. Different. Instead of fun pictures with hot pink cakes, outfits and bows, bracelets and babies, we would be playing ball, buying golf clubs, mini four-wheelers, going fishing and catching frogs. No matter how important and how anxious we were to hear the words, "It's a.....", it truly didn't matter. They were the most important, life-changing, words that I would ever hear in my whole life, but that last word truly doesn't matter. No matter how much you think it does at the time.
Tylee was hesitant of the water at first but warmed up to it fairly quickly. I think she liked running over the sand the best and spent most of her time out of the water. I only got a couple pictures of Tylee and none of Josie or Cooper. I think Gina got some pictures of the girls playing in the sand together but they are hard to keep contained individually, let alone side-by-side long enough to get a picture.
This was the best we could do of Grandma Ann with all 4 grandchildren. Hey, at least everyone is looking the right direction! Saturday evening we had another 1st birthday party to attend and the only picture I got all night was of Tylee and the chicken. Not much to say about that but thought it was a cute picture. She wasn't sure what to think.
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I should've known...if she thought that chicken was scary, the zoo wouldn't be much better. I was most excited for the Petting Zoo and she clung to Tj tighter than I've ever seen her cling. She wanted nothing to do with those goats. It was fun though and although I can't really say I remember what any other Zoo is like, I thought Tulsa's was great! All the animals were out, it wasn't overly crowded, it was very spacious, and they had several air conditioned buildings along the path to cool off. We were only there for a couple of hours but saw everything we wanted to see. I knew Tylee was a little too young to enjoy it but wanted to take her to see the animals. She was most fascinated by the fish and bird exhibit and moo'd everytime we saw a larger animal. Cow/Rhino - it's all the same to a 1-year old.
And it looks like she has ringworm again. But I know it's not. So it must just be excezma. I'm assuming that it is somewhat heat related but we haven't been swimming, at the park, or really out in the heat. Who knows. As long as our ointment works (it is pretty much gone this morning) I guess I'll keep chasing it around her body. She isn't really scratching at it or anything so I guess it isn't hurting anything.
On another note, we are going on 48 hours without much milk. She takes the sippy cup and starts to drink until she realizes that it is milk. She did, however, carry her sippy cup around all night with apple juice in it chugging away. She ate really well at dinner so I know she is hungry. I gave her yogurt for a snack last night so she would have some dairy intake for the day. I held her and read her books in the chair last night with her milk but she was too busy pointing and jabbering at the book to drink any milk. We'll keep trying but how important is her milk intake? How many days can we go without it if she keeps refusing?
None of that matters. I've wasted enough time and we've gotta get rid of the bottle. (Although to be honest, I don't really understand why. What is really the difference between a normal bottle nipple and this slightly shorter and wider sippy cup nipple? Both put milk in their mouth, one goes a little deeper than the other but so what? Milk is getting on their teeth more with the sippy cup nipples because it doesn't go as far back. Is it because they have to close their lips tighter around the bottle, thus pushing their teeth in strange directions? I think a phone call to my Dental Hygienist friend Jayci is in order soon. We need to catch up anyway.)
So Operation: Sippy cup starts right now. And the winning cup?
It's the cheapest, has no "plug" to put in the lid, and is most like a bottle. I think it is a good transition cup to the hard(er) cups and is the one that I've gotten the closest to her actually drinking milk out of. I'm definitely taking my Mother-in-Law's bottles from her house and considering packing mine away too. It's too easy to just grab a bottle when times get tough, or maybe I should say at 3am when I'm rudely awaken. We won't even go into how old my sisters kids were when Nanny and Grandma Ann still let them have bottles at their house. We'll just say that the kids were old enough to tell on them. You think they cared though? Grandmas do no wrong.
I am headed to the pharmacy tomorrow to get the cream to put on. She started itching and was pretty fussy tonight at our friends birthday party. I use Tide Free and Clear (and have since I started using Cloth Diapers), don't have new sheets, haven't introduced a new food group, haven't switched juice...anything. I wish I could figure out what is causing her to break out though. Excema is a reaction to something. Some outside variable is causing it but how do I even begin figuring out what it is?
I was trying to get a picture of the rash this morning but the lighting was messed up. However, this series of pictures crack me up and I wanted to share. Could Dutch look any more annoyed? Can Tylee drink her juice any cuter?*I try not to post two posts in one day but wanted to show my sister these pictures and this is way easier than trying to email large images.
Time to go home! What a great weekend! I'm already ready to go back!