Tuesday, May 30, 2006

May Sylvie photos

I may be getting paranoid in my old age but I'd prefer to think that I am just being cautious; I've password protected Sylvie's photos.
Obviously, I can't post the password here or it would kinda defeat the purpose of having one, so those of you who would like to continue to see Sylvie's monthly photos, send me an e-mail and once I have verified that you are not one of those creepy guys from Dateline's "To Catch a Predator", then I'll send you the password.

Our gal is doing very well, in every way these days. She's crawling like a pro now and almost ready to start walking. She conitnues to add new words to her vocabulary, both vocal and sign, and has developed some very cute habits, such as:

"talking on the phone"-- said phone being her playphone, a spoon, a toy, a doll or even her own fist. She will jabber away, quite aggressively, in a language that sounds like a cross between Russian and Klingon until she very sweetly says, "bye!" Trying to get her to talk on an actual phone when someone is on the other end is another story however as she would rather just push the buttons.

"ticky,ticky"-- whenever we tickle Sylvie we have taken to saying "ticky, ticky" while doing it. She has adopted our habit and loves to poke us in the ribs or belly while saying "ticky, ticky!"

"good doggy...I mean daddy"--sometimes Sylvie decided that we have been especially good parents and favors us with head pats. She'll gesture for Theron to bend his head toward her and she will pat it. Then she will do the same to me, and the cycle repeats numerous times. All the while she murmurs approvingly because we are such good doggies...I mean parents.

"feed the parents"-- this actually started a few months back but I don't believe I've written about it yet. Sylvie likes to pretend to pinch off our moles (and in Theron's case chest hair) and then pretend to feed them to us. Sometimes she "snacks" on them herself. Disgustingly cute or cutely disgusting? You decide.

Speaking of feeding, Sylvie has begun to catch up some on her weight gain. At her last appointment with her nutritionist, we learned that she had gained 2lbs in two months (yay!) and is now back on a growth curve, if still below the 5th percentile. We also saw her cardiologist this past week and he said that things looked the same as before so no immediate steps needed to be taken to address her heart defects. We go back to see him in a year for another checkup and to discuss plans for her surgery, which will probably be done sometime before she turns 5. He has assured us that the surgery is quite common these days so, while we're not thrilled with the prospect, we know that she needs to have it. Next week, Sylvie sees her pediatrician for her 15 month checkup and a week later, she'll see her GI again. I'm hoping that the GI will no longer see the need fot a gtube once she's seen how well Sylvie's been gaining weight on her own. Keep your fingers, toes, eyes...whatever you can cross, crossed!

Saturday, May 27, 2006

I'm an Auntie!!!


Jack Robert Gentry, (formerly known as "Cousin Blob"), was born this morning at 5:15 am, weighing in a 6lbs 6oz and measuring 19" long. My sister, (aka "Wonder Woman") had baby Jack less than 4hrs after arriving at the hospital and without any pain meds. Can I hear a HOLLAH? (I bet the hospital staff and Travis heard some!) I'll post a link to more pictures as soon as I have one!

*UPDATE*

Click here for pictures of the newest addition to the Gentry family!

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Mother's Day and a father's brush with mortality

First of all, let me start of by saying a belated "Happy Mother's Day!" to all of my fellow moms...most especially to my mom and Mom Wallis and to my about-to-be-a-mom sister, Manda.

Now on to the not so happy part of this year's Mother's day. To make a long story short:

my dad had chest pains
he went to the hospital
after some abnormal but inconclusive test results and another episode of chest pains, dad was transferred to another hospital
doctors there found a 90% blocked artery
dad had an angioplasty yesterday where they placed a stent to clear the blockage
thank-any-and-all-deities, all is now good

Dad was reeased from the hospital today but is supposed to follow up with the cardiologist on Friday. Since dad is should not drive for a little while and my mom is as phobic about driving on highways as I am of driving in the city, (it runs in the family), my wonderful, above-and-beyond-the-call-of-duty husband has offered to be the driver. Sylvie and I are going to tag along too so we can all reward my beloved husband by torturing him with Indigo Girls sing-a-longs...unless he claims a driver's right to control the stereo of course.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

On this day, 4 years ago...

Happy Anniversary my love!

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

My MEEZER-obble day aka why I REALLY need to get over my driving aversion already.

I've always loved the rain, even when it's cold and blustery rain. Going for short walks on such a day can be quite invigorating, don't you think? Even better is to spend all day inside, drinking tea and having a rainy day meal of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich.

But.

Seeing as how I am possibly one of the most foolhardy people on the planet, I decided that I simply had to go shopping for art supplies yesterday. In case you haven't already figured out the punchline, it was a VERY cold, blustery, rainy day yesterday. What's the big deal? I hear you thinking...well, ya see...despite the fact that I do have a driver's license, I also have an almost pathological aversion to using it. So Sylvie and I, as we usually do, took public transit. I went online to the mbta website to get directions and bus info...and here's where the day started to go wrong:

1) The first bus was late
2) The bus I was supposed to transfer to was VERY late.
(small bit of luck here...the rain held off until we were on the second bus)
3) After much twisty, wind-y backroads, we arrive at supposed destination only to find that IT IS NOT WHERE I MEANT TO GO AT ALL. Turns out I was wrong about the name of the final destination, which I found out after having gone way out of my way. I explained my dilemma to the nice bus driver and he told me to stay on the bus and he'd take me back to where I could catch a bus that did go by the store I needed to visit. He tells me to tell the next driver to let me "off as close as possible to Michael's." which did not sound good.
4) Got on 3rd bus and after more twisty, wind-y (did I mention I have a slight problem with motion sickness?) roads, am dropped off within site of the shopping center where the art supply store is. My concern is realized as It immediately becomes apparent that I must navigate through a NO PEDESTRIAN ZONE, crossing SEVERAL LANES OF TRAFFIC with a BABY IN A STROLLER in the WIND AND RAIN...in order to actually GET there. Why on earth was there a bus stop there and why the hell did the busdriver let me off there??? So after much hemming and hawing, cursing and verge-of-hysteria-laughter, I very cautiously made my way with Sylvie out of the lion's den and into the shopping center parking lot, all limbs intact. All told, it took a little over 2 HOURS to make what should have been a 30 minute trip. I had had to pee, quite badly, for most of the trip; and when I say 'quite badly' I mean I felt like the just the insignificant pressure generated by breathing in and out was gonna make me start to leak urine. I made an immediate beeline for the Babies R Us store in the shopping center as I knew them to have a public restroom. Sylvie, who had slept through almost the entire ordeal, awoke as I was finishing and I took the opportunity to change her diaper before heading out to complete the intended purpose of the trip.

I had been itching to paint again lately so I bought myself a couple of canvases and replenished my acrylic paints along with getting some odds and ends for my more crafty stuff. (I've pretty much given up on the book purses after being disappointed with the way the two I finished turned out so I'm putting the covers to another use. I'll have a whole slew of new art/craft/design projects to post online soon, so keep an eye out!) Afterwards, I hit a couple of the other stores--figuring that after such a hellish journey I should make the trip worth my while--and picked up some new clothes (all on sale!) for Sylvie and I. Just so you know, this shopping center is the kind where you can only access the stores from outside...and the sheltering overhangs did not extend far past each stores entrance. We ended our shopping trip at Target, (which is in it's own separate building so we had to cross the semi-flooded parking lot yet again to reach it), where Sylvie and I had a bite to eat. I asked a security guard if he could tell me where the bus that actually came into the shopping center--as opposed to the one that drops you off in the frickin' no pedestrian zone--and he kindly told me that it was just down the walk way and around the corner from the entrance to Target and that while there was no posted bus stop sign, there was a bench where the bus dropped off/picked up. I was worried that I wouldn't get enough warning when the bus came to catch it at the stop of I stayed inside the store, so with much regret, I wheeled the stroller back out into the howling gale and pelting rain. The paved walkway ended right at the corner and turned into rocks briefly before becoming grass and mud. It was in the grass and mud area where the bus stop bench was located. For several minutes I was literally trapped at the corner because, continuing in my vein of ill-luck that day, that spot was apparently a nexus for hurricane force winds and it was all I could do to keep the stroller from blowing out into the parking lot while simultaneously holding onto my ridiculous (now inverted) umbrella. I somehow eventually managed to push the stroller over the rainslicked rocks, onto the grassy patch around the corner where the bench was and out of (thank any and all deities!) the main force of the wind.

The bus arrived about 15 minutes later, took us to a station close to home where we hopped one last bus (bringing the total to 5 if you're counting). The stop closest to our house was a 2 minute walk so I plodded along home, close to thoroughly exhausted by this point while Sylvie happily jabbered away in her cozy stroller tent, attempting to touch the raindrops that rolled down its sides.

Sylvie, despite being mostly strapped in her stroller under a plastic tent for several hours, was a complete and total angel for the entire time. What did I do to deserve such a great kid?

Today, I feel like I was out shoveling snow all day yesterday and I think I even mildly pulled a left tricep (probably while trying to keep the stroller from being wrenched from my grasp while trapped in the hurricane nexus). I cancelled a lunch date downtown with my friend Caryl because I couldn't face wrestling the winds for control of the stroller because the weather today is about as bad as yesterday. Given my druthers I wouldn't step outside at all today except I have to go get groceries. But this time, I'm taking the car.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006