We have had no more wheezing incidents since we checked out of the hospital. Annie isn't taking any more prescriptions and I -- perhaps foolishly -- didn't even pack the inhaler before we left for Massachusetts two days ago. I'm going to hope that her breathing troubles were a fluke.
For awhile, Annie was at least doing Number 2 on the potty on a regular basis. But as of the last month or two, she wants almost nothing to do with the potty. She'll sit on it every now and again when it suits her, but is perfectly content in diapers. I'd just as soon she stayed in diapers at least another couple months anyway, with all of our traveling. She knows how to go in the potty, and I think when she's ready, she'll just do it. I did pack all her undies just in case seeing her almost-3-year-old cousin/doppelganger Natalie going potty, would inspire her. But I'd rather she waited until after we've made the 15-hour drive back to North Carolina in January. I don't know if we need one more variable for that trip on top of weather, traffic, and an infant.
She is the worst little backseat driver ever. "This is the way, Mama?" "Why our not going, Mama?" "Why our going slow?" "Our going fast!" It's funny, but sometimes it's a little unnerving to have a little voice right behind me wanting to know why I'm doing everything I'm doing.
She doesn't eat much besides Goldfish crackers, bread, and other starchy, processed foods. She avoids anything that has nutritional value. As a result, she might work on one bowel movement for two days. I keep telling her, "If you'd eat something besides crackers, you'd have an easier time!
|Eating the crackers and bread and avoiding Grandma's meaty lasagna. I know, I should just not give them to her, but it's hard not to when I like to eat them too!|