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the_rckMy mother visited for a week in September. She arrived in the evening on the 23rd and flew home on the 30th. She brought some very nice cotton pajamas for Delia. Scott and I had been searching for footed pajamas in Delia's size without much luck, and Mom found these while she and my step-father were in Scotland (he had a conference, and the school paid for an apartment for him for the week). They're still big on her, but that doesn't much matter when she's sleeping. When she walks around in them, she'll sometimes pull them up around herself, which is very cute.
While she was here, Mom did a few home repairs and guilted me and Scott into some things we'd been meaning to do for a while. I sorted through Delia's toys and pulled out some that are now too young for her or that she's never really liked, and Scott put latches on the most crucial of the kitchen cupboards. We got the dining room cleared out so that it's safe to let Delia roam there (except that she pulls the books off the shelves. She seems to prefer the bigger books. Scott suspects they make a more satisfying 'clunk' when they hit the floor. It's hard on his Tom Clancy collection), and Mom and Scott hung the basement door. Mom also fixed the various doors in the basement so that they'd latch.
She's suggested that the best way to deal with the basement ceiling is to replace the damaged tiles and then paint everything. I've been trying to come up with a good way to do something down there ever since we moved in. The tiles are ugly, may well contain asbestos and are water damaged underneath the bathroom (when we moved in, some of the tiles in the shower were held on with tape). We've also had to pull a few down to deal with wiring issues for the overhead lights. Putting in replacement tiles and painting would solve the problem of not being likely to find anything to match the old pattern. Of course, we'd have to decide on a color to paint things and move stuff out from underneath and... Long term project, I think.
She says that next time she comes she'll help us organize Scott's things in the study so that we can find things and really make good use of the storage space. I hope that she's able to do that. I'm not going to hold my breath, though. These things never quite work out as planned.
Mom took me and Delia to Delia's appointment with the nutritionist. When I'd made the appointment, they told me that I didn't have to bring Delia along, but really, where was I going to leave her? Fortunately, Mom was able to keep her from completely demolishing the office while I talked to the nutritionist (so many very tempting things at floor level!).
The nutritionist said that she suspects that Delia's only about 200 calories a day short of what she needs to gain weight and said that she understands that we can't force her to eat. The big suggestion was that we add canola oil to pretty much everything Delia eats, and we're trying. We've also added bacon to Delia's menu (the nutritionist wasn't enthusiastic about that since we'll have to remove it from her diet later when heart healthy/unhealthy fats start to matter). We've tried a few other fatty meats, but bacon's the only one Delia will pretty much always eat.
We'll be going back to the pediatrician in a couple of weeks, and then we'll see if Delia's gaining weight properly again. I can only hope. At least, she's acting healthy otherwise. More words all the time, dancing to music, demanding to have books read...
While she was here, Mom did a few home repairs and guilted me and Scott into some things we'd been meaning to do for a while. I sorted through Delia's toys and pulled out some that are now too young for her or that she's never really liked, and Scott put latches on the most crucial of the kitchen cupboards. We got the dining room cleared out so that it's safe to let Delia roam there (except that she pulls the books off the shelves. She seems to prefer the bigger books. Scott suspects they make a more satisfying 'clunk' when they hit the floor. It's hard on his Tom Clancy collection), and Mom and Scott hung the basement door. Mom also fixed the various doors in the basement so that they'd latch.
She's suggested that the best way to deal with the basement ceiling is to replace the damaged tiles and then paint everything. I've been trying to come up with a good way to do something down there ever since we moved in. The tiles are ugly, may well contain asbestos and are water damaged underneath the bathroom (when we moved in, some of the tiles in the shower were held on with tape). We've also had to pull a few down to deal with wiring issues for the overhead lights. Putting in replacement tiles and painting would solve the problem of not being likely to find anything to match the old pattern. Of course, we'd have to decide on a color to paint things and move stuff out from underneath and... Long term project, I think.
She says that next time she comes she'll help us organize Scott's things in the study so that we can find things and really make good use of the storage space. I hope that she's able to do that. I'm not going to hold my breath, though. These things never quite work out as planned.
Mom took me and Delia to Delia's appointment with the nutritionist. When I'd made the appointment, they told me that I didn't have to bring Delia along, but really, where was I going to leave her? Fortunately, Mom was able to keep her from completely demolishing the office while I talked to the nutritionist (so many very tempting things at floor level!).
The nutritionist said that she suspects that Delia's only about 200 calories a day short of what she needs to gain weight and said that she understands that we can't force her to eat. The big suggestion was that we add canola oil to pretty much everything Delia eats, and we're trying. We've also added bacon to Delia's menu (the nutritionist wasn't enthusiastic about that since we'll have to remove it from her diet later when heart healthy/unhealthy fats start to matter). We've tried a few other fatty meats, but bacon's the only one Delia will pretty much always eat.
We'll be going back to the pediatrician in a couple of weeks, and then we'll see if Delia's gaining weight properly again. I can only hope. At least, she's acting healthy otherwise. More words all the time, dancing to music, demanding to have books read...
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Date: 2004-10-17 09:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 11:45 am (UTC)There are pages in some of the books that she doesn't like. In her shapes book, for example, she won't let me read the page on ovals. I don't know if she doesn't like the rhyme or if she thinks the picture's ugly/scary or what, but it never varies.
And she still turns One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish back to the beginning well before we reach the middle of the book. Then she'll bang on the first page with glee till I start reading again.