The Boisvert Life

on August 26, 2006

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… would choke on her bacon, vomit it back up on her plate, and keep on eating breakfast with the vomit placed neatly next to her eggs.

So Fun

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on June 13, 2006

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Lindsay and I went to try out Gymnastics this morning, and had a blast. It was very structured, which should be good for her, and they focused on learning to take turns while using the equipment, which should help now that Emery is mobile and wanting to share her toys and all that. ;) We played with hula hoops and musical instruments, stretched, jumped on the longest trampoline I’ve ever seen, played in "the pit" which is full of squishy blocks and there’s a rope swing to play on, and did somersaults and such through an obstacle course. I was tired just watching her, and she definitely needed her nap after lunch today.

I think we may end up alternating Ballet and Gymnastics, because she loves dancing, but really wants to do this as well. She’ll be in good shape, that’s for sure! I didn’t get a chance to take pics, because it’s a parent participation class, so I was a little busy, but maybe I can drag Barney or Chloe there sometime to snap some for you all. In the meantime, there are some recent pics from the kiddos’ weekend at Memere and Pepere’s as well as some of Lindsay’s ballet class yesterday.

Just Another Ballet Day…

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on April 10, 2006

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Well Lindsay did awesome at dance class today. She had a blast, payed attention, stayed in the studio, and I snapped some more photos and even took some video.

Once I get Barney to help me figure out how to get the video off of my camera…..I’ll share some clips with you all. For right now though, you can either go look at her original ballet pics, or check out today’s.

For Carrie :)

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on April 6, 2006

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Ok, so it’s not JUST for Carrie, but she’s the one who’s been hounding me the most about this. :) This is also for Carole, for whom I have unending respect and sympathy in regards to being a dance teacher to anyone under the age of 20.

So Lindsay started a "pre-ballet" class after one of her playgroup friends invited her to join. I wouldn’t really say Ballet should even be in the title of the class, except that they do wear ballet slippers. ;) It’s mostly just semi-organised chaotic movement set to background music and squeeling. Pretty hysterical to watch, and I’m sure incredibly frustrating to poor Miss Rebecca, who must go to the backroom after each of our weekly sessions and drink herself silly.

In the beginning I was worried that it wasn’t going to work out because Lindsay’s going through some major seperation anxiety all the sudden, and insisted that I be IN the dance room, dancing with her, which isn’t really encouraged. And when I wouldn’t, she’d just cry and say she didn’t want to dance anymore. But after a few times, I think this was our third, she has really taken to it now that she feels more comfortable. However, because I told her that she needed to stay in there and dance until Miss Rebecca told her she was done and then she could come out and see me, this last class she pestered her every five minutes, going up, tugging on her skirt and asking, "Am I done now Miss Rebecca?" Poor woman.

Lindsay really did have fun though this time and I’m so glad, because I didn’t want it to turn into one of those battles where you don’t want to force the kid to dance, but you just spent a bunch of money on the classes, and you wonder if 2 is too young to start instilling the whole, "follow through with your commitments" stuff by not letting her back out. ;) No, it’s not that bad, and I’m just thankful she’s enjoying herself now. I had a feeling she just needed to get comfortable with the people and place, and it seems she has. Look forward to many more "dancing" pics to come.

Lindsay the Musician

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on February 25, 2006

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Lindsay got a pile of percussion instruments for her birthday (thanks Aunt Dot), and we dug them all out last night and between the four of us, made an amazing racket. Even Emery helped out, and wasn’t scared of the cacophony at all, which was a pleasant surprise.

This evening, Lindsay dug them all out again, and was playing with Heather on the floor. After a request for Oscar Meyer Wiener on the kazoo, Heather went right into Jingle Bells while shaking the little "bell guy" in time with the music. After banging the tambourine with the maracas for a while, Lindsay picks him up, starts spastically shaking him, and sings Jingle Bells herself. Note that while she’s gotten pretty good about the different tones, the rythym is, how do you say, lacking. Pretty funny though.

Everybody Pees…Sometimes…

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on February 11, 2006

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YAY! We officially have pee in the potty!

As many of you
know, Lindsay has been pooping pretty consistently in the potty for the
past couple weeks, but for some reason, insisted that pee-pee didn’t
belong in the potty. I would ask her while she was sitting there
pooping, if she needed to go pee too, and she would always say, "not
pee-pee, just poop mommy". And I’d tell her "we go pee in the
potty too", and she’d just say, "no".

But this evening, she has
gone pee in the potty twice, only missing one when we were out and
about. I’m so glad, and hoping that the ball continues rolling
and only gains momentum. I definitely want her trained before
Emery is up and moving around on his own. I can only imagine how
fun that would be to have to try to help Lindsay go potty in a hurry
while trying to corral Emery and make sure he doesn’t unroll the toilet
paper roll or eat a bar of soap at the same time!

I
haven’t really been good about helping her get potty trained…just
sort of ask her every once in a while if she wants to try going on the
potty, but she’s really made some leaps and bounds this past
week. It’d be so nice if she actually trained
herself. I’d be pretty impressed.

Anyway, I know you
all wanted to hear about Lindsays toilet habits. She’ll be
mortified when she comes back and reads this in thirteen years, I’m
sure. ;) Keep your fingers crossed for more good potty
news!

Innocence

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on October 6, 2005

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Lindsay and I were watching T.L.C. (A Baby Story) while we ate our
snack the other day, when a commercial came on about Hurricane Katrina,
and helping the victims and all that. Lindsay looked up when she
heard the music, and got this look of concern and sadness on her face
that almost broke my heart. She looked over at me and said, "Lady
sad. House broken." I told her she was right. The
lady was crying because her house was destroyed in a big storm. Lindsay
walked over to the t.v., looked back at me and asked, "Kiss better?"
and without waiting for an answer, planted a long kiss on the screen,
and looked back at me, smiled, and said, "All better now".

If only it were that easy my sweet girl. If only.

Of Elbows and Corn

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on August 29, 2005

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So Lindsay’s had a rather rough last couple days. Saturday
evening, while we were getting ready for dinner, she was climbing down
from her bookcase and suddenly started screaming. Quickly obvious
that it was her arm; the same one she’d hurt at my cousin Matt’s
wedding in June. Unlike at the wedding, however, her arm didn’t
get better within half an hour or so, so after letting her eat what
dinner she could, my mom and I took her to the ER. Not really an
emergency, per se, but not a lot of doctors offices are open at 8pm on
Saturdays.

After working our way through the receptionist, the
triage nurse, and the paperwork lady, we finally went back to see the
doc, and he said it’s most likely "nursemaid’s elbow", which is
apparently very common in in kids from when they start getting really
active up until age 4 or so. The triage nurse (with nothing more
than a "how it happened" said that’s probably what it was, so
definitely not rare). Basically some of the tendons pop out of
place and it’s crazy painful to move around. The cause is
hyperextension and/or twising, and apparently nursemaids carring
infants are common adults to be affected. Seems weird, but
whatever.

While we were waiting for the doc, the nurse was doing
some preliminary stuff, and we got her to listen to Lindsay’s
heartbeat. She’s been obsessed since seeing the stethescope at
the hostpital after Emery was born, and the nurse even let her listen
herself. A high point in what had thus far been a hellish evening.

Next
stop was X-Ray, where they do everything digitally. Just have a
pad that they shoot the x-rays into and it makes a digital image, just
like a digital camera. Pretty nice not having to switch film and
all that. Again, Lindsay didn’t care too much for moving her arm
all around, but like a "big strong girl" she is, she sacked it up and
did very well. Best of all, she got a piglet sticker from the
tech, which she insisted on holding in her good hand and looking at for
the rest of the evening.

Once back at her bed, the doc came back
and confirmed that there was nothing broken, and said the fix should be
as simple as pinching her elbow in a certain place and twisting/lifting
her forearm to coax the tendons to snap back into place.
Squeeze-twist-pop, and back to normal. We got a blue popsicle for
Lindsay, which she thoroughly enjoyed while waiting to make sure she
was going to start using it so we could leave.

Sure enough, after
a couple minutes, we gave her a paper cup and asked her to crush it,
and holding it in the good hand, lifted the bad arm’s fist and squished
it right down. But she didn’t open her fingers. So we tried
counting my fingers: ten. And then her fingers: five on the good
hand. Only two on the bad hand though, her thumb and index
finger. But she wasn’t snatching her arm away any more, so I
rolled it over to uncurl her fingers and found the reason. One
solitary kernel of corn, smashed in there from dinner three hours
before.

We were discharged within a few minutes, and drove home with one tired girl who was ready for bed.

Update:
This morning, Heather called me at the office, saying she thought she’d
done the same thing again, but to her other arm. I tried to
explain what the doc did over the phone, but it didn’t work, so she
came in to see me at the office, and sure enough.
Squeeze-twist-pop, and back to normal. I explained to Heather in
person, using my arm, and hopefully she’ll be set to deal with future
occurrences that I’m not around for.

Ear?

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on August 1, 2005

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So we’re all sitting on the floor while the lasagna finishes
cooking. We’ve flipped through the "Big Book" numerous times, and
while Lindsay repeatedly kissed the racoons, I started playing with a
couple quaters I had in my pocket. Needless to say, Lindsay
wanted them, and so I gave them to her. She decided that one was
enough, and dropped the other one, and climbed into her "couch".
Picking up the other one, I reached over and "pulled it out of her
ear". Very unimpressed, though she gladly took it from me.

A
little later, Heather was playing the "put my hands behind my back, put
the quarter in one, and make Lindsay guess which hand" game. That
only takes one quater, of course, and after a few runs, Lindsay sat
down, and Heather asked her where the other quarter was (I had it in my
hand, having picked it up a bit earlier). She looks around
briefly…….. "Ear?" Needless to say, the quarter magically
appeared from her ear again.

Froggy Friend

Published

on July 25, 2005