seventeen weeker, four monther

Okay we are doing a bit of back-tracking with the blog. Sorry about that, but we are getting down to business today and will be all caught up!

So since I last posted I have turned 17 weeks old. You can see how wickedly handsome I was that day. Oh, I know, I know, I am wickedly handsome every day, but don't make the other babies of the world feel bad by pointing that out to often. So I was 17 weeks old, but we count my age in both weeks and months for picture purposes. This gets confusing in my ever so humble opinion, but its important to Mommy and Daddy, and hey, I figure if it keeps them happy its worth my effort. So bottom line, I only hit a new "month" in age when it hits the 8th of that month. So I will only be 5 months old on September 8th and so on.

Keeping this in mind, it wasn't until August 8, 2011 that I officially turned four months old.

I was a little busy dealing with my fish in my swing, so Mom had to get a smidgie creative with the picture taking. What can I say, that's how I roll these days! Busy dude, people call for appointments now.

aawwww

This is my cousin, Emma. She heard I wasn't feeling super duper and this is what she had her Mommy do.

Thanks Auntie Mel and Emma, I feel better already! :)

note from me madre

Couple of quick updates, I haven't felt up to blogging much so I am napping and Mommy is typing super quick for me. Clearly the post will lack all my usually wittiness, so try to be patient with her.

Test on the 3rd was a bust. The problem with the type of test they did was that it was only good to see what was happening right then. As in while we were there. This would work, had reflux been a problem at that precise moment. In reality, its a problem about an hour or more after eating is done. So about 2 oz into the barium bottle Kellan refused to eat any more so they had me just feed him so that his tummy was full. After we got done they watched on the screen for like 5 minutes, then sent us home. Kellan seemed to feel okay while at the hospital, but he usually is okay at first. Sometimes, like yesterday, he is in pain and refluxing/spitting up immediately. Most of the time however, it takes a little while. From what we have heard this is pretty typical.

On the drive home he go the "wet" hiccups. Got a little fussy while we were running an errand, then at Micah's swimming practice Kellan threw up. We are not calling it spit up because that would be a misnomer, when it has any real force when it comes out its vomit. Pure and simple. This splattered the floor, its not spit up.

Unfortunately, while this is all clearly reflux he didn't do any of it while being monitored, so the test results were "mild" reflux. This couldn't be further from the truth. We go back to the family practice doctor on the 16th and will do so armed with information. My concern is that the last time we spoke (prior to the test) she commented that Kellan just may be a "burpy" baby and implied that we may just need to put up with this. While there may be babies out there with a tendency to be gassy or burp a lot I do not feel Kellan qualifies as one. His symptoms are classic severe reflux, I don't need a test to confirm it when we are living it.

I think when we see the doctor and discuss how things have been she will be open to trying more. Right now we are researching treatment options so that we can walk in with a plan and know what we're talking about so that the doctor can quickly hear us out and take action. I want to have ideas under my belt so that when we get in there we don't waste a second of those short appointment times. We need some other form of treatment as the 1 ml twice daily of Zantac 75mg/5ml is not working well anymore. Zantac is apparently very weight sensitive, and Kel has gained a lot of weight since that script was first given, thus rendering this dose fairly useless. In the long run though we want something that will yield more consistent control.

To top off all the fun we are having with that, poor lil dude is cutting his first tooth I think. He chews everything he can reach ... including the toys on his swing ...

you won't believe what they did to me

We had to go back to the children's hospital yesterday for a test. While we don't know what the results of the test were just yet I wanted to tell you a bit about it anyway. We will update you as soon as we know anything.

The first horrible part of my sad tale is that they made me stop my medicine for 24 hours. I didn't much like that. It made me feel pretty icky, but to add insult to injury they wouldn't let Mommy feed me for a few hours. Seriously, how rude is that?

Then we got to the

hospital and they strapped me down to this thing ... I know, its getting worse, isn't it? You can see the thingy they strapped me to up there, Mom took a picture before the test because I had fallen asleep while cuddling with her. I don't think I would have minded the strappy thing if I had eaten and if they hadn't held my arms over my head. Oh I didn't mention that part? Yeah, those evil people put my stubby little baby arms up over my head and then held them there. I know they didn't want my arms and hands in the way when they did the test but they could have just asked. I might have worked with them. But the strappy thing could roll back and forth, which like I said it would have been cool but for the hands and the hungry.

Then they were really really mean. They fed me this bottle of the nastiest nasty you have ever had. It k

ind of looked like my usual milk, but any similarities end there. It was gross, and I told them that I thought their milk was bad and not to worry, my Mommy had some good stuff, but they kept saying I needed to drink the nasties. I was a bog boy and tried to drink the nasties hoping they would just give up soon, but they didn't seem to want to. Eventually I had to put my foot down and I stopped taking it but I guess they got enough in me because they let Mommy feed me REAL food.

After they took some more pictures of my insides they said we could go and Mommy gave me my medicine that

I wasn't allowed before and took me home. I didn't spit up or feel too bad there, but on the drive home I had the hiccups and I spit up a lot about an hour later. In fact, I threw up at my brother's swimming practice. Too bad they didn't see that on their pictures, eh?

I rolled over!

So here's the big announcement:

I CAN ROLL OVER NOW!

I have done it a few times now, and I am not 100% sure of how I do it yet, but I am getting the hang of it! I can go from my tummy to my back and I am working on going from back to tummy.

My parents are pretty proud -- though I have heard them say its the "beginning of the end" now that I can move on my own. Whatever that means.

Hee hee, I can't wait to climb stuff and jump off of tall things!

I have also made another discovery. It turns out that sometimes I have feet. I say sometimes because I don't see them all the time. But when I do see them I love playing with them! Toes are pretty cool.

sweet sixteen

Well I am the big one-six in weeks now, which is a pretty good age for me I gotta say. I am learning lots of cool things, and will actually have a pretty big announcement for all you bloggies tomorrow ... no, no hints, you just have to wait! ;)

But anyway, here is my sixteen weeker pic:

While taking this picture I guess I was feeling particularly expressive. So much so that my parents actually had a hard time taking some of them because they got a bad case of giggles. We decided to share some of them here for you because I hear my goofy expressions make people other than my parents smile sometimes too. So here you are, me in all my glory ...

That's my "hey mom, check out that cool thingy over there" face.

That's my "ohmigosh, please don't drop the camera on me!" face.

That's my "Sweet, there is a blinky red light on top of the camera" face

That's my "Holy Pacifiers Mommy! Whatever noise you just made to make me smile scared me to death!" face which is often followed by the

"Are you really, truly, absolutely sure we are related?" face.

There is never a dull moment around here, I tell ya.

I heart the Peacemakers :)

In continuing with my regular awesomeness, check out these threads! Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers are one of my favorite bands. Mommy sings them to me bunches and we all listen to them in the car and at home, so my Auntie Raychel and Uncle Kyle got me this super cool onsie.

So, does this make me a groupie now?