Ouch

After several years of trying to get rid of that growdee (how in the world do you really spell that?) nail fungus, I had my right-footed big toe nail removed today. And no matter what the dr. says, it hurts like a mother. I'm in the process of soaking it so I can get the blood-caked bandage off it. The only good news is that it only takes a month to heal completely, and I will be able to walk around barefoot again without being self conscious.

Here's how it went: the dr. sprayed my toe with "instant freeze" spray and then shot me up with Novocaine. A few minutes later he returned and used a mini crow bar to pry my nail off. Then he treated the nail bed with some chemical to kill it so my nail will never grow back. The whole thing took about 15 minutes. I am eternally grateful I had Ivy along to distract me. I almost fainted twice.

Tonight, I made Jeremy take off the bandage. Again, almost passed out. I will not post or even take a picture. It's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen. I might puke putting a new band-aid on it.

A Baby Journal

I think I should be doing a better job of writing down all the amusing things Ivy does. The problem is: I can't find any time to do it. She's awake a lot. And when she's awake, she really wants my full attention. We read books, practice crawling. I move her arms and legs for her so she gets used to the movement. I don't think it's really helping, but she is frustrated that she can't move. I know this because she cries any time I leave the room. I don't necessarily think it's separation anxiety, because she's fine if someone else is in the room. I think she just likes being around people. She has been talking alot lately. She has discovered screeching--it's still an adorable high-pitch "ba ba ba ba ba." High pitch and loud. The other thing is that she's drinking out of a sippy cup. I have to hold it for her, but she is very proud of herself. We've started swimming lessons, which she loves.  My five minutes of peace have passed. She's awake.

It's a beautiful day

For those of you who live further south than Le Centre, this may seem funny.

It's gorgeous out today, so Ivy & I took advantage of the spring and went for our first bike ride. We picked up a new bike for me and a Burley Lady Bug for Ivy over the weekend. At the bike shop, we took the rig for a test ride. She wasn't too sure about it. She didn't cry, but she did look scared. This afternoon, we rode around our 1.5 mile loop. Had I had mittens on, we would've ridden it twice but my hands were turning purple. All I have to say is that riding with a Burley behind is a lot tougher than plain old biking. I mean that has to add 40 pounds to the whole experience. I know I'm out of shape, but woo, that was tough.  Again, no crying from the backseat, but she did look really happy to get out of there. We have yet to figure out how tight/short the straps have to be. She looks like she's going to fall off the seat. Her little yellow helmet is adorable though.

Too bad snow is in the forecast for tomorrow.

Updating?

So I got called out for not updating my blog or the Monthly News in so long. I've joined Facebook and am totally addicted.

I read this story this morning and just had to share:

Punk'd 

But, I don't wanna eat.

I was feeding Ivy some oatmeal cereal and apples yesterday morning. She was happy and chatty, but uninterested in eating. I didn't realize how uninterested until I tried to get a spoon in her mouth. She was sucking BOTH of her thumbs. I tried to get a picture, but I missed that magic moment.

Moving on up

Ivy got on her hands and knees today! Before that, she was doing little baby pushups and scooting all over the floor at ECFE. She spins in circles on her tummy. In the midst of all this moving and rolling, she got up on her knees. Crawling, here we come!