Milestones

Last week brought two wonderful events in our house. Well, maybe wonderful.



Veronica started talking. No, not full sentences, but definitely more than just "mama" and "dada". I've mentioned before that when she's happy she says, "Dat-dat-dat-dat" and when she's sad or wants something it's "ma-ma-ma-ma". But last week she looked over at a mess and said, "Uh-oh!" And, she's started using a "mmmmmaaahh" sound for when she wants more food. And, she's said, "uh-huh" when she knows she's not supposed to touch something. Yeah, she's starting to talk. Hurrah! Now if she'd only start walking.



It's been many months coming, but last Monday I decided that I was ready to work on Miranda learning how to use the toilet. I have dedicated a number of posts to potty training. Did I follow all my own advice? Mmmm, kinda. Did it work? When I remembered to remind her. And, it helped a TON that her sisters were helpful to remind her. And, it helped that she was ready, already understanding the urge to urinate (we're still working on pooping). Of course, both times we went to the farm, she had accidents. I think it's being outside, no toilet, and playing without mom around were huge factors. Still, other than maybe one accident every other day, she's done phenomenally well! And I am SO GLAD to not have to change bottoms! (We're still using diapers at night, but that's for a number of reasons.

Another milestone is I might be the first person in my family to break a bone. Seriously. I jumped into the shallow end of the pool Tuesday night, heel first. My right heel took the full force of the jump, and hurt incredibly. I thought maybe I just bruised it, until I wanted to puke after trying to walk on it. I put off going to the doctor, and placed a call to my internist. He had his nurse call me back 6 hours later and ask me to go to the urgent care. I'm still TICKED about that! Why didn't he just send me there earlier? so I could avoid the dumb three-hour wait to be seen? The x-rays were not exciting, but it seems there might be a crack in the talus (heel bone), right about the place where it's hurting. At any rate, the doctor didn't have much more advice than what I was already doing (stay off it, ice it if it gets swollen, take tylenol or ibuprofen as needed). Although I did come away with crutches. I don't know if they are worth it or not. Maybe if I'm out walking around, but I almost think they are more of a hazard around the house than a help! Besides, although I can't put any weight on my heel, I am able to walk on the side of the ball of my foot. So, I'm somewhat hobbled, but mobile.

Can I just say I'm ready to be DONE with doctors' visits? Only, we have at least 2 more; one a follow-up on Zoë's sleep study, and another visit for Megan's kidney function test (next week in Indianapolis). Hopefully we'll be done for, oh, say, maybe 10 years? or the rest of our lives? Is that asking too much?