Thursday, January 3, 2008: Naomi has started referring to herself as Naomi Helen.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008: Dad burped and Naomi patted his chest and said, “Excuse me, Daddy.”
Friday, January 11, 2008: If you pick up a copy of “Hand, Hand, Fingers, Thumb” Naomi will say, “Dum ditty dum ditty dum dum dum.”
Monday, January 14, 2008: Naomi says “sibby ah bee” for silly putty.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008: Mom noticed Naomi talking in her sleep for the first time: “More Play-doh.” At day care, Lygia commented on how well Naomi knows her colors.
Thursday, January 17, 2008: Naomi started counting to ten. Last night she actually slept through the night (a birthday gift of sleep for Mom?) for the first time in three nights. Her eye teeth are coming in and she’s been finding some relief from frozen bagels.
jealous of us holding cat
requested “Ride o”
Sings “Rock a bye baby” and “Rock a bye bear”
“Daddy eat it”
feeds us imaginary cookies and eggs
“That’s your applesauce.” “NaomiSauce”
requests Under the Bridge as a bedtime song
“Happy Tuppy… to you” with a cup on baby’s head in bath
“right der! right here, Daddy!”
Mommy girl. Daddy boy. Devin boy
pots & pans - banging on tray table on plane
February 17, 2008: Naomi peed in the big potty.
“Mommy tickle ME”
“Naomi happy”
“one second”
“I found it!”
“I’m gonna get you!”
March , 2008: “little bit”
March 8, 2008: Put herself to sleep for a nap and at night.
March , 2008: “Oh my goodness”
March 9, 2008: First poop in the potty.
March , 2008: Said “raccoon” for “thank you” laughingly knowing it was wrong.
March , 2008: “Shakesbeard”
March , 2008: Knows the pattycake song.
March , 2008: “I like it.” “I love it.”
Tuesday March 18, 2008: Unprompted, said, “I love you, Daddy.”
March , 2008: Naomi said “yesterday at Sunshine”
March , 2008: “After a while crocodile”
March , 2008: “How old are you, Naomi?” “6!”
March, 2008: “Would you like milk or water?” “No thank you.”
Monday, April 14, 2008: “What’s his name?” is Naomi’s most frequent question. People on the street. Dogs. Bit characters in her books.
Sunday, April 20, 2008: “Daddy’s name is Daddy. He’s a big boy.” Plenty of times she uses my first name though.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008: At pickup Nikki recounted her favorite conversation with Naomi from the other week: “Naomi, did you move to a new house?” “No. condo.”
Monday, May 12, 2008: Naomi said, “Kaiden has a sister.”
What are you talking about?
Friday, May 30, 2008: Walking home: “Don’t run over cars, Daddy. They’re dangerous!”
Wednesday, June 4, 2008: Naomi put herself to sleep without tears. What a big girl. Mom and Dad are thrilled. :)
Saturday, July 19, 2008: We bought a new bed today. Naomi asked if the cat pooped on the old one.
Friday, July 25, 2008: In the bath, Naomi told Teresa that the mommy frog brought the baby frog an ice cream treat. And that the mommy frog was going to work, and then Sunshine. The mommy frog told the baby frog to use her words.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008: As Naomi devoured her sausage she said, “I ate your legs. I ate your hand. I ate your face!”
Saturday, August 2, 2008: “When I bump into your eye, it makes you sad.”
Sunday, August 24, 2008: “Is that God?” “No, that’s a frog.” –reading “No, No, Noah”
Monday, September 8, 2008: “You don’t have a daddy in your apartment, Daddy.”
Tuesday, September 16, 2008: Naomi wore underwear to school and stayed dry all day. She showed off her new underwear to all her teachers. On a related note, poop has only gone in the potty for five days running.
Thursday, September 18, 2008: “I don’t want (kid from day care) at my condo.”
Sunday, September 21, 2008: At the restaurant, I wrote Naomi’s quote, “This whole place is happy.”, on a napkin and Teresa noticed as we were leaving that they hung it up on the front door.
Sunday, September 28, 2008: After Mommy split a banana in three pieces: “Say thank you to yourself, Mommy.”
Monday, September 29, 2008: Said to her daddy: “Come smell my roses, old pal.”
Wednesday, October 1, 2008: “I’m going to drink all my water. I’m very drinky.” Later: “My wife got me milk. I have a wife. You’re Goldilocks and the three HAIRS.”
Sunday, October 5, 2008: That’s the silliest thing I’ve ever seen, Mr. Daddyman.
Monday, October 6, 2008: “I don’t mind.” “Don’t you dare.”
Sunday, October 12, 2008: Pretended she was Pooh Bear, I was Christopher Robin. Rolled in mud to be a little black rain cloud. Had me lift her up to gather honey from the tree. Put some in my my pocket for Owl (Mommy).
Saturday, October 18, 2008: Naomi to her mom: “Why are you looking in my ears?! You are not my doctor!”
Tuesday, November 4, 2008: “I LIKE peeing on my shoes.”
Wednesday, November 5, 2008: “It’s Wednesday.”
Tuesday, November 9, 2008: Uncle Beardie dugg Naomi’s video: http://digg.com/2008_us_elections/2_year_old_reacts_to_Obama_victory
Tuesday, November 11, 2008: “A fox was going to eat Harry’s spots. And he was not going to eat the white part (of Harry the Dirty Dog).”
Saturday, December 13, 2008: “I’m going to be the flower girl and I’m going to throw flowers.
Sunday, December 14, 2008: A dialogue: Daddy: “… this old man came rolling home.” Naomi: “Why?” Daddy: “It was time to go to bed. He was tired.” Naomi: “From rolling home??”
Monday, December 15, 2008: A dialogue: Daddy: “Mommy is flying home tomorrow.” Naomi: “Why?” Daddy: “Because her grandma died.” Naomi: “Why?” Daddy: “Why did she die?” Naomi: “Yeah.” Daddy: “She died because she was old.” Naomi: “She swallowed a fly??”
Monday, December 15, 2008: Naomi was home sick today with croup. As usual, she was refusing to wash her hands, despite the fact I was offering to let her help make cookies. “You want to eat dirty cookies you make with dirty hands? Dirt and germs can make you sick!” I said. To which she replied, “I’m sick already.”
Tuesday, December 16, 2008: Naomi was home sick again today, even worse than yesterday. Around two in the afternoon, I decided she needed some fresh air and brought her to the library, which is only a block away. We picked out a few books and Naomi kept saying she needed to go to the doctor, which was true enough. I called the doctor’s office a second time and was told I would be called back soon. Since the doctor is only a couple blocks away, however, I decided to go ahead and bring Naomi over to see if I could at least chat with a doctor briefly. The receptionist was very nice and told us we could see Naomi’s doctor in half an hour, so we went downstairs to buy some snacks.
The moment we enter an exam room Naomi starts scanning for something. “I want a lollipop,” she says, her eyes fixed on her prize.
The doctor said Naomi’s ear infection is gone, and I was optimisitic that my ploy to cancel’s Friday’s doctor appointment (a follow up on last week’s ear infection visit) was working. Then Naomi’s doctor says it’s definitely croup and points out how rapid and labored Naomi’s breathing was. She pulls out a mask like you’d see if the cabin was losing pressure and tries to put it on the kid. She plugs it into a nearby machine and flips the switch, which causes it to roars to life. Steam pours out of the mask and I am instructed over the din to keep in on Naomi’s face for ten minutes. Naomi was having none of it, her instincts telling her to fight for her life. When the ten minutes are up and Naomi’s doctor learns of my failure, I am told to do it again. I actually have some moderate success this time and tell her I kept it on at least 80% of the time.
“Great,” she says, “now I need you to do that every four hours for the next two days and then three times a day for the next few days.”
“Oh,” I said. “Um, do I borrow the machine, then?”
“Nope. This one is yours,” she says, handing me a ten pound box that says “MisterNeb” on it. “It’s a nebulizer. They go for two hundred dollars but fill this out and your insurance should cover it. And here’s a prescription for 75 Albuterol Sulfate bullets. Does Naomi’s day care know how to use a wheezer?”
“Come again?”
“A nebulizer.”
“You got me.”
“Well, maybe one of you can go over at lunch. You definitely need to stay home with her tomorrow though. Just try to relax. And go ahead and take the tubing you used. See you Friday.”
Hefting a sick kid and my expensive brick, trying to keep the tubing off the floor, I ask the receptionist if they have a bag, which they don’t. I push Naomi home in her tricycle, deposit the brick in the back of our car, and head to the pharmacy.
Back home, bullets and a burrito in hand, Naomi refused to eat. She’s feverish and listless again so I dose her with motrin. Five minutes later she’s puking her guts out. She’s still hot so I dose her again with half the amount. Twenty minutes later she’s feeling better and I hit her with MisterNeb.
“This is your new medicine, honey. You need it,” I say.
“I want the old medicine,” she says.
Eventually, the evening becomes relatively normal. She eats something before bath, books, brush, and bed.
Friday, December 19, 2008: Naomi’s doctor prescribed a steroid.
Sunday, December 21, 2008: I drove my wife and daugher to the airport yesterday evening. Last night was the first night since my daughter was born over two and a half years ago that we haven’t slept under the same roof.
Monday, December 29, 2008: Today Naomi witnessed a crime for the first time. We were riding the T home from the airport when the door opened for the Hynes stop. Suddenly there was yelling and two men ran out the door next to me. A moment later one of the men returned to his two small children saying, “He stole my iPhone.” The kids were crying very hard and we were above ground several stops later before they stopped. Naomi was very confused by it all, and as is her custom, asked, “Why?” to every response I gave her. I didn’t actually get a good look at the thief but people near the victim were giving him a detailed description.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008: I brought Naomi to the doctor for a follow up visit. Her breathing is normal and she has a clean bill of health!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008: “Daddy, turn off your music (Red Hot Chili Peppers).”