300th Post

It's a little hard to believe this is my 300th post. It seems like I just started this blog not so long ago but really it's been just under two years, since February 2009. Carry on!

Last night Morgan was up 2x but it was fine b/c they were for 5-10 minutes each. Nothing major even though I think it's obvious I would have rather slept. But maybe a hug from a teeny one was better. :) She hasn't had Tylenol since 1am last night and we're good to go! Her diaper rash looks better and we're back to disposables since she's got multiple butt creams and now pure corn starch baby powder. No need to wreck such pretty diapers...although I'm not sure if she's ever going to get to a point where she doesn't need all these "extras" on her bum. Her doctor thinks she's just super-sensitive and we might have a long battle until she's potty trained...

Which brings me to our play date tonight. We hustled after we got home, ate, and headed to Davenport to my work friend Abbie's house and had a great time playing and holding other kids/babies. Morgan saw Abbie's daughter, Cammie, use her little seater potty and sure enough, Morgan was banging down the closed door when they were done for her turn. :) She tried but nothing happened. I told Adam that I think we need to get her a tiny potty instead of just the insert on the regular toilet. I think she felt more secure with her little feet on the floor instead of dangling there crossed at the ankles. We shall see! Still just taking her lead on it but I think if she has something at her level, she might be more interested. Now we just need a bigger bathroom. Tiny potty = bigger bathroom? I'm in.

New sign to add to the list - cracker. The actual sign is a fist tapping the opposite elbow. Instead, Morgan taps a fist on the other open palm. Close enough for me! She also attempted to imitate "toilet" when I asked her if she had to go potty at Abbie's house. Almost had it...

Tomorrow I get to present on a specific approach to treating articulation therapy/kids and I'm eager to do it. Not so much about staring 50 other more experienced/brilliant/knowledgeable SLPs in the face, but I'm eager to share and contribute to the incredible amount of knowledge that will be in the room between these women (and a few men). Wish me luck that I don't fall on my face. :)

I suppose I should go wash sippies so the child can drink out of something tomorrow. So hard to get up...c'mon...and for the record, I'm SO excited for Adam to come home tomorrow. More than usual. No specific reason. Just miss and love the guy. :)