Sunday Snapshots (of a new haircut)

Elly’s hair was starting to get in her eyes. For the first time since she was born, Dan and I talked about getting her hair cut.

I said I would make an appointment for her. Dan asked why I didn’t cut it myself. I used to cut my sister’s hair all the time. Why not Elly’s?

So, I did. I made the smallest of trims across the front and the back. But I don’t think I’ll ever cut it again.

I cut it too short in the front!

And all the curl is gone from the back.

Yeah, we’re going to let the professionals cut Elly’s hair from now on.

No More Withholding

For the past month, Dan and I have talked about and worried about Elly’s bowel movements. She went from a child who excused herself from playtime to go poop in her diaper while rummaging through our bookcases to a child who was scared to go poop and would try with all her might to withhold it.

Her normal pattern was interrupted by a bout of constipation and annals fissures. It was painful. She cried. I cried.

Physically, she was fine in less than 48 hours.

It took a lot longer for Elly to heal emotionally. She was terrified to go poop. She started to withhold her bowel movements. When she could no longer hold it in, she cried.

We tried everything.

Our pediatrician advised us to increase the fiber in her diet. Thankfully, popcorn is high in fiber and is also one of Elly’s favorite snacks. However, getting Elly to eat fruit has always been difficult, since most fruit is squishy. Elly won’t eat squishy food. She just plays with it. So, I increased the amount of smoothies we drank and even added ground flax seed to it. This worked a bit too well. It had me popping Pepto Bismo pills one night.

We also tried talking to Elly. We explained that she should go when she had to go. We promised her that she would feel better if she did go. We told her that everybody had to go, even Santa Claus. This had the biggest impact on her. She seemed to understand this concept and would often tell us that certain people pooped. But, it didn’t translate into her wanting to go poop.

We even had my best friend, who just happens to be a doctor, talk to Elly and draw her a picture of her tummy and her maze (colon).

We also tried reward bags filled with candy, cards and crayons. Though Elly was happy to eat the candy, pigs were going to fly before she was going to go poop just for a few pieces of candy. Despite loving chocolate more, Elly saw no reason to perform for a piece of chocolate either especially when all she had to do was ask Rene, our beloved next door neighbor, for a Hershey kiss. Rene loves to give Elly chocolate.

So what did work?

1. Removal of the iron drops she had been taking because of slightly low iron levels.
2. Minor diet changes.
3. Swimming.  (odd, yes. Elly would withhold for days. I would take her swimming for 2 hours and without fail she would have to go poop.)
4. Patience.
5. Constant reassurance.
6. Breastfeeding. (It sure is nice to still have this trump card in my pocket. It will go away soon as some days she only nurses a handful of times, but until it does it gets used to cure what ails her).

Of course, we still have to tackle the small issue of where Elly goes poop, but right now I’m just so happy that she is going poop.

Sunday Snapshots (of community service)

The local newspaper, Mercury, published an article about how Edgewood Cemetery needed volunteers to spruce up its appearance. As one who loves old cemeteries, I was thrilled to help out. Since it was a week day, Elly came with me.

She toted her favorite gardening tool around, the shovel.

She helped pick up sticks.

After about a half an hour of working on a day when the temperature was supposed to climb into the high 90’s, she collapsed under a tree and downed a bottle of water.

Smart girl.

Sunday Snapshots (of swinging)

Granny bought Elly her own swing.

She loves it. She’s a little obsessed with it.

Dan had a little trouble hanging it. First, he tried the tree, but it was too close to the trunk.

So, he moved it further down the branch. It no longer hit the trunk. The shade was lovely. Elly could swing really high. The only problem was the swing would get twisted on the ropes and I constantly had to realign it.

Yesterday, Dan hung the swing on the front porch.

It’s perfect. It’s in the sun during the morning hours, but that is only a problem 2 months out of the year.

Elly is happy so long as she has a swing she can go on every single day of her life.

A Day in Pictures

Occasionally, a blog I read would do “a day in pictures” post. They would take pictures of their daily life and post it. It was always so neat to see a snapshot of their daily life. I had thought about doing it myself, but forgot with all the knitting, gardinging and painting projects. When Mercury staff announced to the Town Square bloggers, which I am a member of, that aDay.org was hosting a project to collect pictures from all over the world of people’s daily life on May 15th, it was just the motivation I needed to create a “Day in Pictures” post. So, without further ado, here is a little glimpse into Elly’s and my daily life.





My submission to the ADay.org can be found here.