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| One year old! |
Moses officially turned ONE on August 1st. The girls eagerly helped me make him some allergy-free cupcakes and frosting. And they were more than willing to help him blow out his candle. I got him a balloon from the store, but it was defective, only lasted about an hour. Ah well. Fortunately he has short term memory and forgot all about it.
I called the allergist’s office to see what we can try now that he’s a year old. We were told we could try meats, black beans, white beans, red beans, and oats (last). Well, we started with black beans and he broke out with a rash in the diaper area. So we’ll give the beans a bit more time. So far he seems to be doing okay with chicken. We’ll try beef and fish next, and then oats. He’s to stay on his EleCare infant formula until his December check up with the allergist.
My parents both came down on July 19. We had the joint birthday party for all 3 kiddos that Saturday (see previous post) and then my dad headed back up to NB, while my mom stayed for the week to help watch the kids with our neighbor, Jas. Oh the girls had fun to arts and crafts all week with grandma and Jas. And MiMo had fun too! My dad came back down last Sunday and, at my mom’s urging, installed a nice new tile backsplash for our kitchen. We went with large cream subway-style tiles (neutral and easier for re-sale down the road). They took the girls to the farm. And the girls road the Cow Train for the first time! My folks left the morning of Moses’ birthday so they could give him his birthday greeting in person before they left! Oh we had so much fun with grandma and grandpa, wish they could have stayed longer.
Oh and last week, in the chaos of having my folks here, and my dad doing some tiling in the kitchen, along with the introduction of a new, more powerful microwave, Moses suffered an unfortunate accident. He got burned with some hot food, because he’s a strong kid and able to knock things out of your hands fairly easy. As a result he got a blister on his cheek and 3 blister on his fingers on his left hand. I took him to the doctor’s office since one was close to his knuckle. Fortunately, while “huge and nasty” [the nurse’s words], it was just shy of his knuckle! So he “lucked” out. We put the Neosporin on right away so no infection so far. His blisters popped last week, but skin broke open over the weekend, and he didn’t like that too much. Richard gained more blood stains on his shirts. Poor little dude. But he moves around like nothing ever happened, which is a good sign, the doc says.
I took him for his 1-year well checkup today.
Here are his stats:
Height: 30.8 inches (82nd percentile)
Weight: 25 lbs. 8 oz. (95th percentile)
Head circumference: 48.5 cm (97th percentile)
Comparatively, at a year old, his sisters were about 2 lbs lighter, 0.8 inches shorter, and their heads were about 2 cm smaller.
He cried the whole time. So I knew the shots would be a disaster. He got 3 shots MMR, Chicken Pox, and something else. And he got his finger pricked for anemia test – which came back fine. Poor little dude hated everything. Even getting his head measured.
She said his burns are looking okay. Just keep the Neosporin 3x/day. And she said to put sunscreen or a band aid on them when we go outside or they will burn more (and scar).
He’s doing well. Has a bit of a breakout on his chest. Probably allergy to something new or residual from the beans? Who knows. He’s doing well. He still only has 6 teeth. He says, “Mama”, “dada”, “baba”, “baby” and various animal noises. He can stand up and get down in the middle of the floor with no help, but only on occasion – he’s not making a real habit of it yet. He LOVES playing peek-a-boo with his sisters around furniture. My gosh, they are all so cute when they enjoy playing games with each other. He loves playing with his toy vehicles and pushing them around, he also makes a “mrrrroomm, mrrrooommm” sound too. He loves throwing balls too. He thinks it’s hilarious.
His next appointment is in November.
And the latest Wacha Sayin’?
Frances, upon observing Moses naked, and pulling on his “boy parts”: “Oh no! MiMo gonna pull off his tail!”