The One Where Caleigh is Sick

So it has been quite a long time since I last wrote mostly because I have been sooo busy working on my motor development skills. Becoming a person is pretty much a full time job. Anyways, as you all can imagine a lot has happened in the past two months. I am making all sorts of new noises-everything from screams to coos to more screams, but I am still working on mastering what my mom calls English. I don't know what's so great about English-I mean I manage to communicate pretty effectively with the noises I've got at my disposal. Plus when I cry people respond pretty quickly. I think if I learned English and had to use words to describe how I was feeling things would just take a lot longer. Also, unlike my daddy, I am able to make people other than my Aunt Rach laugh. If I scream a few times, then more often than not whoever is in the room laughs. What can I say-I'm a one baby show. I'm also starting to roll over more often. I rolled over for the first time a few months ago, but I'm getting a lot more enthusiastic about the process these days. My mommy has been ensuring I get plenty of tummy time, since that is supposed to help develop the muscles I need to roll over. After every diaper change she or daddy read me a story on my tummy. My favorite is a book called "Ribbit, Ribbit." It is about these five little speckled frogs that sit on a speckled log eating some most delicious bugs. No matter what's going on around me I always give my full attention when that book is being read. Over the past week I've been really working on rolling over, but mostly just getting stuck on my side. My mommy told me I had a doctor appointment coming up and that my doctor was going to ask her if I was rolling over yet, so I knew the pressure was on! I decided to make mommy sweat though and waited until the last possible moment to roll over-12:40 pm on the Monday of our appointment...our 1:00 appointment! I like to live on the edge!

In other news, I've had the misfortune of being sick the past few days. Mommy was sick first and then I got it too. It's put quite the damper on our social life. We missed church on Sunday. Then we had to cancel dinner with mommy and daddy's friends Miss Jessie and Mr Tim. And today we had to cancel a play date and stay home from our Tuesday night church gathering. But it will all be worth it when we're all feeling better.

Well I'm in bed for the night, so I'll write more later.

xoxo,

Caleigh

I Can Sit Up!

 

I know I promised to talk more about my aunts and uncles today, but I needed to update everyone on a big event in my life! I am quickly becoming an expert at sitting up. Okay, okay I need a little help from mommy, but all she does is let me hold her thumbs for support and then I pull myself up! Watch the video mommy took to see more! (Note: Mommy told me to tell everyone the video looks better if you tilt your computer sideways...)

Over the River and Through the Woods to Grandmother's House We Go!

Go Blue!

Today marks the 12th day that I have been in Michigan spending some time with my grandparents and all of my aunts and uncles! It has been a crazy time and I have met so many people. I don't even know how I can begin to keep track of them all. We spent our first week in Ann Arbor with my Grandma and Grandpa Miekstyn. When we got there I got to meet my Uncle Joe. He is so tall that I only come up to his knees when mommy stands me up next to him. I hope that someday I grow to be big and tall like him!

The next day my grandparents got to babysit me while my mommy and daddy went to the Michigan vs. Nebraska football game. My bottle malfunctioned though so I was rrreeeaaallllyyyy happy when mommy got home and could feed me properly. I also got to meet more of my aunts and uncles that day. First I met my Uncle Ben and my Aunt Rachel or is it Rach? I am not really sure because everyone seems to call her both-it is very confusing to little ol' me. It's like how mommy calls me Cal-Bal all the time. If I could talk I would ask her to make up her mind already-am I Caleigh or Cal-Bal? Whatever Aunt Rachel's name is I like her. She makes me laugh with all of the faces she makes at me and sometimes she sings to me in Spanish. This is super helpful because my mommy keeps telling me that my future cousin is going to be able to speak Spanish and I am going to want to talk to him! Uncle Ben is a pretty cool guy. He lets me hold his finger a lot and tells me what a strong grip I have. I'm not sure why but he keeps telling me he's going to teach me how to wrestle when I'm older so I can fight off all the boys. What's wrong with boys? I have lots of friends who are boys. The only real difference seems to be that they all tell me they can actually pee in their mommy's face when she is changing their diaper. I can't do that so I just have to satisfy myself with pooping enough that it gets out of my diaper and makes a big mess. That will never get old!

Me and my Aunt Rachel/Aunt Rach!

Later that same day I met my Aunt Michele and my future Uncle Matt. I do not understand what makes him my future Uncle Matt. My mommy said that they are getting married in July and then he will be my official Uncle Matt-sounds like a bunch of funky grown-up stuff to me, but everyone at the Miekstyn house is pretty excited about it! My Aunt Michele takes care of animals for a living which is super awesome because my sister Lucy is a dog and it is good that there is someone around to take care of her when she is sick. My future Uncle Matt is a teacher and he is very smart. If I hang out enough with him maybe it will rub off.

Well I have to go now because I am getting hungry from all this typing, but I will write more later and tell everyone more about my wonderful aunts and uncles!

Bye!

Ah! Shots!

Today was a rough day in my life! Everything started out fine. I woke up, ate, pooped. It was great. I even managed to explode out of my diaper and mom's reaction to that always makes me laugh! We went for a walk with my sister Lucy and then I helped my mom fold some clothes. Then my mom put me in the car seat and we headed out on the town...that's when things started to go horribly wrong!

We pulled up in front of a building that I vaguely recognized from my younger days, you know when I was just a newborn, turns out it was my pediatrician's office. Normally I don't mind going there. The doctor weighs me (would you believe I'm almost 13 pounds!), checks my heart rate and stuff- the stethoscope can be kind of cold but that's just a minor inconvenience-talks to my mommy for a while and tells me over and over again how cute I am (duh!). It's really not a bad deal. Today though, when all that was over, she got the crazy idea to send some nurse in to do when I can only describe as her dirty work. My mommy took my hands in hers and then next thing I knew I was being stabbed in the leg...not once, not twice, but three times!!!! Needless to say I started screaming! You would too if blood were coming pouring out of your legs...okay maybe I'm being a little melodramatic, I mean maybe it was just pinpricks of blood, but to me it seemed like a lot. Then, oddly enough, the same nurse who'd just finished stabbing me bandaged me up with these cute little circle band-aids. She was all trying to be my friend and I was like, "hello!!! You just stabbed me and now you want to be all nice to me?" I wasn't having any of it, so eventually she just gave up and left the room leaving me alone with my mommy who I must say did little in my defense when the nurse was stabbing me. I mean come on-how is holding my little hands and telling me everything is going to be okay supposed to help? But she redeemed herself a minute later when she offered me food. My mommy made a joke that she was teaching me early to use food for comfort, but I didn't really get it. Anyways, after all of that horror and excitement I felt pretty wiped out so I've been sleeping most of the afternoon. I was so tired I even slept through our play date with all the mommies from our new church. What can I say, it's hard work being little. Now I'm conked out on the couch next to my mommy trying to pretend that today never happened. Hopefully tomorrow we'll have more positive news to report.