Transferred from my other blog: The Adventures of Sisterhood.
First published: 2-27-12 at 6:33 PM PDT
Mom's gone on a business trip, so it's just Kylie, sissy, and daddy
for few days. Of course, the moment mommy's plane takes off (or around
that time), Miss Kylie decides to get super moody. A few hours later,
right about when mommy calls to tell us she's at her hotel, daddy and I
take her temperature and she's 38 Celsius (100.4 F), right on for fever.
Kylie
jabbered into the phone with mommy for a while, and ran around in her
PJs playing with her train and her little baby-proof music player (I
think I got it as a prize for reading a lot of books when I was
younger...) and she and I waited for daddy to go get her Tylenol. We
actually had some just in case, but apparently it had expired already,
so it had already been thrown out. The one night where there's only one
adult at home, she decides to get sick. Poor baby.
When
daddy was home again, we read her one of her Llama Llama books and put
her straight to bed, only gonna give medicine if she feels bad at night.
When she wakes up later, she'll probably drink more of the watered down
juice I put in her sippy cup and cry and refuse to go back to sleep
cause she feels bad. So right now we're being super duper quiet for her
to get the best sleep she can before her temperature rises too far.
-Chichi
Monday, February 27, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
Snow Day and Music
Transferred from my other blog: The Adventures of Sisterhood.
First published: 2-20-12 at 7:23 PM PDT
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| Getting hit with snowballs by daddy! |
Last night, after Kylie's bath, mommy dressed her in a pink onesie with a snowman on it. While she and mommy were asleep, daddy and I watched nearly two inches of powdery white snow accumulate on our back porch. Now this isn't the midwest. We live in North Carolina. Before moving to North Carolina, we lived in Georgia. Kylie has never been further north than Washington, D.C., and never lived anywhere but the southeast. This isn't her first encounter with snow, but it's her first time being allowed out while it was there. We were home because today was President's Day; I didn't have school and Kylie's daycare was closed.
The baby has a thing for music. Bob Carlisle's Butterfly Kisses album can silence her on a fussy car trip. She'll shake and dance every time she hears some melody pop up. For several (too many) years, I took piano lessons. I still like to bang around on the keys once in a while, and more often than not, Kylie will come toddling in. She'd ask for permission to play by pointing up at the keys and then making this questioning sound. I usually bring her up onto my lap, but when I don't, she rarely fusses. She usually just ends up sitting in my little piano nook and playing with the old books and sheet music scattered on the floor.
Musically, her most recent discovery is glissandos (glissandi?). I personally despise the musical tool. It's overused in modern band music and sounds silly on the piano unless you use the pedal, which the music sometimes doesn't allow. My baby sister, however, is completely riveted by them. When my thumb starts a gliss, she'll stop smashing the keys and watch. Then she'll place her palms on the keys, fingers facing the higher notes, and brush them down the keyboard, as if doing her own. The keys are too heavy for her to be able to make sound in a gliss by herself. Also, they really hurt your fingers when you're little (at least they hurt mine, which is why I hated them at ages 9 and 10 and below). Naturally, she was unable to produce the gliding staircase sound of the gliss, but the fact that she understood the motions and enjoyed listening/trying was magnificent enough.
-Chichi
Monday, February 13, 2012
Baby Eating Habits
Transferred from my other blog: The Adventures of Sisterhood.
First published: 2-13-12 at 4:46 PM PDT
Kylie, on the itty bitty side, has a pretty big tummy and a decent sized appetite. Some dinners, she literally eats more than me, not accounting for our body sizes.
When she was a newborn, Kylie never drank enough milk. I remember that my mom once made a graph of how much milk she drank every day. It was supposed to be steadily increasing, but Kylie's looked more like the cardiograph diagram of a heartbeat. The amount she took was really inconsistent. When time came for jar food, Kylie definitely had preferences. She hated prunes and peas and carrots, but she liked bananas and some of the other more natural tasting ones (yes, I did try some). She really liked the breakfast flavored ones for stage 2 jar food. But there were few things she hated more than the packaged food that you microwave, jarred meat, and jarred soup. Sometimes, in order to force her to down the food for it's nutrition value, my dad and I tricked her. We'd either tease her into laughing with her mouth open or we'd put something else like a pretzel or a cracker on her lips to get her to open her mouth; it would allow us to stick in that spoonful of food.
Now, Kylie eats everything as finger food-sized. For dinner, we tear up her meat and veggies, and give her small chunks of sticky rice. In Chinese, tang means too hot. She understands what it means, when we say tang tang, but sometimes she'll still screech and cry until we give her the rice or the vegetable that was cooling in her view. She's gone past the phase of hating milk, and now we give it to her instead of water. If she's thirsty, that's what she's gonna drink. She loves Chobani Greek Yogurt, or probably any yogurt (we get Chobani because of its high fat content), and does okay with avocados. I go with my dad to pick her up from daycare every day of the week, and if it's not Monday, we don't head straight home. On those other days, we drive for 10 more minutes to drop me off at gymnastics practice. In the car on those days, Kylie will question my sanity with her tiny eyes and give me facial expressions and funny sounds if I don't bring her a snack. Whether it be veggie chips (not exactly health food for babies there, but she likes them), a whole milk cheese slice with some crackers, or a cup of yogurt, as long as there is a snack, she's happy.
-Chichi
EDIT: And of course, 40 minutes after I hit publish, she tries a new food. Today, Kylie discovered the magic of hard mini pretzels. She's having a hard time sinking in her teeth, but she thinks they're delicious, and is extremely persistent in finishing each one. But oddly, she keeps putting it on the ground and re-picking it up...
First published: 2-13-12 at 4:46 PM PDT
Kylie, on the itty bitty side, has a pretty big tummy and a decent sized appetite. Some dinners, she literally eats more than me, not accounting for our body sizes.
When she was a newborn, Kylie never drank enough milk. I remember that my mom once made a graph of how much milk she drank every day. It was supposed to be steadily increasing, but Kylie's looked more like the cardiograph diagram of a heartbeat. The amount she took was really inconsistent. When time came for jar food, Kylie definitely had preferences. She hated prunes and peas and carrots, but she liked bananas and some of the other more natural tasting ones (yes, I did try some). She really liked the breakfast flavored ones for stage 2 jar food. But there were few things she hated more than the packaged food that you microwave, jarred meat, and jarred soup. Sometimes, in order to force her to down the food for it's nutrition value, my dad and I tricked her. We'd either tease her into laughing with her mouth open or we'd put something else like a pretzel or a cracker on her lips to get her to open her mouth; it would allow us to stick in that spoonful of food.
Now, Kylie eats everything as finger food-sized. For dinner, we tear up her meat and veggies, and give her small chunks of sticky rice. In Chinese, tang means too hot. She understands what it means, when we say tang tang, but sometimes she'll still screech and cry until we give her the rice or the vegetable that was cooling in her view. She's gone past the phase of hating milk, and now we give it to her instead of water. If she's thirsty, that's what she's gonna drink. She loves Chobani Greek Yogurt, or probably any yogurt (we get Chobani because of its high fat content), and does okay with avocados. I go with my dad to pick her up from daycare every day of the week, and if it's not Monday, we don't head straight home. On those other days, we drive for 10 more minutes to drop me off at gymnastics practice. In the car on those days, Kylie will question my sanity with her tiny eyes and give me facial expressions and funny sounds if I don't bring her a snack. Whether it be veggie chips (not exactly health food for babies there, but she likes them), a whole milk cheese slice with some crackers, or a cup of yogurt, as long as there is a snack, she's happy.
-Chichi
EDIT: And of course, 40 minutes after I hit publish, she tries a new food. Today, Kylie discovered the magic of hard mini pretzels. She's having a hard time sinking in her teeth, but she thinks they're delicious, and is extremely persistent in finishing each one. But oddly, she keeps putting it on the ground and re-picking it up...
Monday, February 6, 2012
Kylie and Chichi
Transferred from my other blog: The Adventures of Sisterhood.
First published: 2-6-12 at 4:33 PM PDT
My baby sister is named Kylie. Currently, I'm watching her chug milk from the sippy cup that she's balancing with one hand and pick at a plate of egg-bits with the other. She was born on October 22, 2010, and is currently 15 months old. She and I are 12 years and 8 months apart, and I love her with all of my heart.
For the almost 13 years before Kylie was born, I was an only child. As I got older, our schedule completely revolved around me and my extracurriculars. When my mom told me that she was pregnant, I didn't believe it. Literally. I thought she was joking. I thought she was far too old to have another baby. When reality hit, I'll admit, I had my doubts about having a sibling. How was I supposed to go from the only kid to the older kid? Sister? That word was foreign to me. Would we be close? Would she do gymnastics like me? What happens if she asks me to do her hair? I could barely do my own. For a few weeks, those were the only thoughts that ran through my mind. The one friend I told about her nicknamed her "the baby cow" completely by chance. I gave updates like, the cow kicked today! or the cow is 20 weeks old! Mutual friends would look at us like we were crazy. The day that Kylie was born, my science teacher gave me permission to text my dad to ask for pictures during class. He sent two, of her laying inside a little NICU, and the moment I saw them, I knew I had the most beautiful baby sister in the world.
At 15 months old, Kylie can walk, almost run, clap her hands, and say about a dozen words in Chinese and English. Her shining eyes are brown-black, and her hair is thin, short (we shaved it twice so she'd have full, healthy hair in the future - it's a long backstory), and also brown-black. She's petite for her age, and she likes to be tickled. She loves reading books and pointing to the pictures to ask you what they are. She knows how to share her toys. She loves sliding. Her favorite part of stuffed animals are the eyes and the tag. She likes to copy the sounds that you make. She dances when she hears music. I could go on for days about her, but at her 15 months old, our adventures together are just beginning.
-Chichi
First published: 2-6-12 at 4:33 PM PDT
My baby sister is named Kylie. Currently, I'm watching her chug milk from the sippy cup that she's balancing with one hand and pick at a plate of egg-bits with the other. She was born on October 22, 2010, and is currently 15 months old. She and I are 12 years and 8 months apart, and I love her with all of my heart.
For the almost 13 years before Kylie was born, I was an only child. As I got older, our schedule completely revolved around me and my extracurriculars. When my mom told me that she was pregnant, I didn't believe it. Literally. I thought she was joking. I thought she was far too old to have another baby. When reality hit, I'll admit, I had my doubts about having a sibling. How was I supposed to go from the only kid to the older kid? Sister? That word was foreign to me. Would we be close? Would she do gymnastics like me? What happens if she asks me to do her hair? I could barely do my own. For a few weeks, those were the only thoughts that ran through my mind. The one friend I told about her nicknamed her "the baby cow" completely by chance. I gave updates like, the cow kicked today! or the cow is 20 weeks old! Mutual friends would look at us like we were crazy. The day that Kylie was born, my science teacher gave me permission to text my dad to ask for pictures during class. He sent two, of her laying inside a little NICU, and the moment I saw them, I knew I had the most beautiful baby sister in the world.
At 15 months old, Kylie can walk, almost run, clap her hands, and say about a dozen words in Chinese and English. Her shining eyes are brown-black, and her hair is thin, short (we shaved it twice so she'd have full, healthy hair in the future - it's a long backstory), and also brown-black. She's petite for her age, and she likes to be tickled. She loves reading books and pointing to the pictures to ask you what they are. She knows how to share her toys. She loves sliding. Her favorite part of stuffed animals are the eyes and the tag. She likes to copy the sounds that you make. She dances when she hears music. I could go on for days about her, but at her 15 months old, our adventures together are just beginning.
-Chichi
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