Alison still loves her Rody toy, and still uses him to perform stunt falls. She still rates her falls as Weak, OK or Extreme. Most are rated "weak", no matter how crazy they are, because it's the funniest to say. Here she is launching herself over Rody's head. This is one of the aftermath photos of the fall and one of the cutest pictures ever. There are a bunch more "Rody Stunt Fall" photos on flickr, so go look. Also, we now have ultrasound photo proof that baby #2 is a girl! The doctor checked again last night at my 32-week appointment. The baby must be getting too big to hide - because that's what she managed to do every other time we tried to look. I will spare her any future embarrassment by not including the photos here, so you'll just have to trust us.
Last weekend we went to a pumpkin farm. Alison was very excited and had been looking
forward to going for days as I had marked the day on the calendar with a pumpkin sticker. We told her that we would see some animals, go on a hayride and pick out some pumpkins. She wasn’t too thrilled about the
animals. They had goats, sheep, geese,
chickens, cows and turkeys. She kind of
thought the turkeys were silly and the cow reminded her of the one at the state
fair that tried to lick her – she still talks about that one a lot. She did like this tractor a lot.
Here we are on the hayride. She was excited about this, I think because there was a tractor involved
and it was kind of like a big wagon ride. She thought all of the things that were supposed to be scary along the
way were “silly”. Which reminds
me: when we were at Target a few weeks
ago, she saw some huge hideous looking Halloween decoration of a guy that was
supposed to be crawling out of his grave or something and much to my surprise, she
said “silly guy, he needs a hug”. Don’t
know what that means, I thought he was pretty gross, but it made me laugh.
After the hayride, we went up the hill to pick out some
pumpkins. She had a hard time choosing
one. She seemed to like them all. I can’t blame her though, it took Daddy and
I a while to choose too. There were so
many. We even picked out a little tiny one for the baby - he he. We took some cute pictures of Ali
up on one of the tables and one of them could be a candidate for the month
of October on next years calendar. Grandparents can go to flickr to tell me which one you like best.
Anyway, it was a good day and when we were on our way back
to the car she was already asking to do it all over again. “Ali go to pumpkin farm again and go on
hayride”. We told her that with special
things like this, we only do them once a year and so we would have to wait until
next year to do it again. She wasn't
happy with that answer but she accepted it.
At the 26-week appointment, Alison was so cute. She danced and mimicked the sound of the baby’s
heartbeat on the dopler machine – she has always been a master of the sound
That was the appointment where I had the Glucose screening
test. Well, I failed that and so a week
later I had to go into the hospital for the 3-hour Glucose test. It was not cool. They had to take blood every hour on the hour for four
hours. After the first baseline draw
(after fasting for 12 hours), they gave me yet another Glucola and with TWICE
the amount of sugar – even more disgusting than the one for the previous
test. By the time I went in an hour
later for the second draw I was nauseous and felt like I was going to pass
out. They gave me a sick bag and there
was talk of taking me down to the ER and putting me in a bed. I was determined not to make that happen,
instead they sent me on my way and I sat in an empty waiting room somewhere in
the middle of the hospital and tried not to pass out. At that point the thought of me passed out on the floor, laying
in a pool of my own sick and no one finding me for hours, crossed my mind. So I called Chris and made him bring my
sister Laurie (she was in town at that time) so she could wait with me. It also occurred to me that if I did get
sick maybe it would affect the test and I would have to do it again. I was not about to let that happen, so I
pulled myself together and willed myself to make it through. The rest of the test went ok. The blood draws got a little more painful each
time, as they used the same vein all four times – I looked a little like a heroin
addict by the end. Aside from that, it
was ok and the lab even bought me lunch when the test was finished. They still wouldn’t let me leave until the
last test result came back. So we
waited a little longer, but by that time I was better, having eaten
something. Let me just say that it is
cruel to deprive a pregnant woman of food for that long.
The next day, my doctor’s office called and said that the
test came back NORMAL! Apparently they
just wanted to bring me in for a morning of unnecessarily torture. I’m just glad that I don’t have to go
through the holidays without any sugar. Oh the Halloween candy, pumpkin pie and Christmas goodies! Chris was glad about that too.
I also had my 30-week appointment a week and a half
ago. That one was pretty boring. I have gained about 17 pounds, and I feel
huge. I go in every two weeks for a
while and then at 36 weeks I go once a week until the baby comes. I still can’t believe how fast this has
gone. I only have 8 weeks left and if
this baby is born as early as Alison was, only 6. Yikes, there is so much to do before then, I can’t even think
So the other day, Ali and I were looking at some magazines
and when I started reading an article, she got bored and grabbed her
Magnadoodle. She put the circle magnet
on it and said “Ali make a circle”. Then a couple seconds later she says “Ali draw an A” and I glance up
from my article and sure enough she had drawn an “A”. “Yes you did!” Then she
said, “Ali write her name?” The rest of the conversation went a like this:
Me: “Ok, what comes
next” Ali: “I” Me: “L”, so she made
an upper case “L”, “Then what” Ali: “I” Me: “Yes” Ali: “A line with a
dot” Me: “Yes, Oh my
goodness you wrote your name!”
I had to convince her not to erase it immediately, so I
could run and get the camera for proof that she actually did this. She did make a tiny dot over the tall "i" but you can't see it very well.
The next day she experimented with her name on paper with
markers. She got a little frustrated
with the L’s after a while, so I had to instruct her a little “big line down
and then over a little”. Some of them
worked, some of them didn’t but even with a lot more coaxing, I’m not sure how
many other 2 year olds could write their name. She truly amazes me everyday.
Here are the only fall-like pictures we have of Alison so far. This particular day was very nice with temps in the 60s but the leaves weren't the best - they were kind of dry and brown. The weather has not been very cooperative - too wet or too windy (all the leaves blow away).
The one below is not the best of Ali but it is a nice picture and many peoples favorite of the bunch. Chris and I like this sassy one. I will make a baby update post soon, with pictures. Every thing is still going well, I've just been, busy and tired and SICK.
Alison has a new obsession. Santa Claus, please take note.
Several weeks ago, Alison found an advertisement in PARENTS magazine for a device called Clocky. This is an alarm clock, invented by an MIT student a few years back, that essentially "runs away from you" in order to get you out of bed. Her daddy explained to her the Clocky concept, and she immediately recognized the brilliance of the product. Somehow, still lacking the knowledge of what "time" means, what "alarm clocks" are for, and why it would be necessary to "get out of bed at a certain time", she still could appreciate the genius behind Clocky.
Now she wants one.
Every few days, Alison will grab the PARENTS magazine, flip to the very back section, and find Clocky. From this point, her monologue is quite predictable:
"Silly Clocky!" (pause) "Clocky gets you out of bed!" "Clocky run away you!" "Clocky run away you go catch him!" "Silly Clocky!"
We recently found several videos of Clocky on YouTube. She is clearly enamored with the wheeled robot clock. She has nowhere to go, no reason to get up early in the morning, but she knows a good invention when she sees it. So Santa, please take note. Alison has been very good this year. It might not make a whole lot of sense, but she wants "an alarm clock that runs away from you, to get you out of bed."