How do you Siri?
Cardin has discovered Siri and its opened up endless hours of laughter into our house. The stuff that Siri comes up with is priceless.
She mostly likes to use this Siri to text Brett. So last week, while we waited an hour to see the pediatrician, we took full advantage of all that Siri had to offer.
It started off with something simple like this:
Then it got a little weird:
Then she figured out how to send pictures:
Listen lady, I knew things were on a downward spiral when Cardin started texting Brett pictures of the sink:
Don’t be fooled, kids are cheap entertainment folks.
Carded
Last weekend I took Cardin to the library to get out some books. The girl is hot for reading and writing lately so I thought I would take advantage of the situation.
She loves to go and play on the “puter” and with the germ infested puzzles and toys that are usually strewn about the floor. I usually pick out a few books, but for the most part she selects the books she wants.
Typically, she picks one shelf and manically empties it like the Tasmanian devil. As the books come flying at me, UFO style, she shouts about the contents of the cover. I’ve got all I can do to shield my eyes.
Usually the attack goes something like this…
“Mom, this one is about a cat.”
“Ma, how about this one, it’s got dinosaurs.”
“Mommy, LOOK PIRATES!!!!”
This continues until we fill the library bag or I lose an eye; whichever comes first. I’m excited that she is so pumped about books and reading. I hope the trend continues.
As we checked our books out, I asked the clerk if Cardin could sign up for a library card now that she was 4. Listen lady, Cardin was so ecstatic to have her own card to use; I think she may have shit rainbows and bunnies when I told her she got to sign her name on it. It was a pretty defining moment to watch her write her name on this card and realize how grown up she is.
Say yes to the dress
Cardin has been putting on a myriad of fashion shows lately. She’s stepped out in grunge, shabby chic, couture. Listen lady, I’ve no idea what those words mean, but they sounded pretty important on Wikipedia.
She is really into dress up and accessorizing with necklaces, bracelets, and high heels. And here is where I’m all “how about we pretend this tshirt is like a dress and these Birkenstocks can be fancy glass slippers”. Right now she plays along;it’s all about the imagination I suppose.
I fall short in the girly accessorizing category by about 10 miles. I have 1 necklace and a couple bracelets. Unfortunately for her, I wear them, day in and day out. There is no sparkle or glam to my medic alert bracelet. I won’t even attempt to gloss over the high heels…they don’t have a place in my closet.
The other night she was rooting around in my drawers and came back wearing a three quarter length baseball tshirt and a tankini.
All the more power to her if she can rock the tankini, I certainly will not be sporting it after the addition of my 10 inch abdominal incision.
I don’t quite have the heart to tell her that her mommy is a giant tom-boy. She’ll figure out the grand delusion in time. Until then, she has a grandma, cousins, and aunts to step in for all her fashionista needs.
Huggers
Rory is officially a Mayer and we have the proof.
This picture is a little old since Rory is still in his helmet, but as you can see, he is a hugger. This is usually how he sleeps now; hugging the side of the bumper.
No surprise, since Brett, Cardin, & myself use a hugging pillow when we sleep. It’s comforting folks. It’s like the need to sleep with one foot out of the covers to regulate your body temperature.
FREEDOM!!!!!
Great news listen lady fans!!!! Rory is officially helmet free. He went for his final helmet fitting today and the orthotist gave us the all clear.
Though it seems like its been a long road, it’s really only been about 12 weeks. We had a rough start, what with blister nation and all, but Rory pulled through like a champ.
It’s been amazing to see the progress on the shape of his dome and how quickly the helmet made an impact in readjusting his tiny cranium. What was equally impressive was watching him grow out of the helmet. When he got fitted, the notch that is cut out of his helmet for his ear touched the top of his ear lobe. Now, that very same notch is almost an inch above his earlobe.
When we started, the difference between one side of his noggin’ and the other was 17 millimeters. That seems pretty insignificant overall, but consider that measurement on a orange. Scale it down and it’s a lot more noticeable.
Today, Rory is down to a difference of just 6 millimeters. Since nobody gets to lay claim to the perfectly shaped head….that means you lady…. the average standard deviation is considered to be 3 millimeters. Look at me, whipping out the statistical analysis shit!!! Given where he started, I would say that Rory made considerable progress before outgrowing his helmet.
I’m most excited to be able to spike Rory’s hair and Brett is looking forward to not getting a helmet to the face every night.