Piper Marie - 2 and 3 Months (I'm a little behind!)

I'm taking this very rare moment of Piper napping to update the blog that I've gotten very behind on.

At Piper's 2 month appointment she weighed 8 pounds and 15 ounces, which put her in the 25th percentile.  Her height was 21 3/4 inches, and that put her into the 50th percentile. 

Piper is now 3 months old and she weighs 11 pounds and 2 ounces, and is still in the 25th percentile.  Her height is now 23 3/4 inches and she is also still in the 50th percentile. 

She is still such a good baby and such a joy!  She loves to smile and talk.  Hannah seems to be her favorite person right now, as Hannah will act as silly as need be to get a reaction out of Piper.  She really loves to sit in her Bumbo seat, but hates to have to lie down. 

I am still having reflux issues with her and I'm hoping that it will calm down some once we start introducing  fruits and veggies into her diet.  She is still only eating about 4 1/2 ounces (with rice) every 4 hours.  If we don't put rice into the bottle, ALL of the formula comes up almost directly after she is finished.  The rice has helped her reflux a lot, but I always feel like she isn't getting enough to eat.  She is gaining weight just fine, though, and I know that I shouldn't worry.

Piper usually is ready for bed around 9-10, and gets really fussy if she isn't in her own bed.  She normally sleeps all night and is up and ready to eat by 7.  Ever so often, she wants to eat around 5, but those feedings are becoming few and far between.

Piper went on her first lake boating/swimming outing this past Sunday.  She loved the water!  Hopefully she will continue to enjoy the water as much as Hannah and Halle do.

It seems like these past couple of months have went by so fast...I know that her first birthday is going to be here before I know it, and it seems like just yesterday that we brought her home.  Right now we are just enjoying her as much as we can before she starts crawling and getting into everything in sight!

I'm A Little Scared.

This August Halle will start Pre-K at Dade Elementary.  I'm a little scared.  Here, let me explain why.

Hannah is going into 3rd grade this year.  Her Pre-K, Kindergarten, and 1st grade years were full of excitement.  I was at the school A LOT.  She wasn't too terribly bad in Pre-K...she mostly wanted to teach the class instead of her teachers teaching her.  She left Pre-K already reading and feeling very happy with herself. 

Kindergarten was very boring for Hannah.  She refused, and I mean absolutely refused, to do her work unless it challenged her in some way.  If the teacher handed her a coloring sheet or something similiar, she wouldn't do it.  She would however, finish work for the kids sitting at her table.  This happened very frequently.  She sat at a table with a couple of boys and before the teacher figured out what was going on, Hannah had finished more work for those two little boys than she had finished for herself.  This "helpful" nature earned Hannah a seat (by herself) right beside the teacher's desk.  Hannah felt like the teacher really liked her.  It didn't phase her and she still refused to do any "boring" work.  As I look back at the notes that I got from this teacher, I believe Hannah stood in the corner almost every day.  Towards the end of the year she was in trouble so much that she began MEOWING at the teacher anytime the teacher would talk directly to her.  Yes, I said meowing.  Like a cat sound.  Yes.  Like I said, I was at the school A LOT.  Funny thing was, Hannah was (and still is) and exceptional child at home.  I couldn't figure out why this teacher was having so many problems when she was such a great child for me.

Ok, so on to 1st grade.  Hannah had a very amazing teacher that year.  Bless her heart, she was so good with Hannah.  Hannah started the year and all seemed well.  The teacher understood Hannah's aversion to feeling bored and she kept her very busy with work that Hannah loved.  I knew it was too good to last, though.  Every morning Hannah would take a poptart to school for breakfast.  A little boy in 3rd grade noticed this a began to tease her about it every now and then.  One day on the playground this little boy called Hannah "poptart girl".  Hannah tackled (and I mean tackled) this little boy and began scratching him with her nails.  He came away with several scratches and Hannah earned herself a day of suspension.  She had become a bully.  I threatened my child with her life and everything was okay...for a while. 

The next incident had a little girl deciding to tell Hannah all about the word "ass".  Hannah thought that was a very neat word, so after she finished her afternoon work she flipped her paper over and wrote the following sentences, in very neat handwriting and correct punctuation - My mom is an ass.  My dad is an ass.  Halle is an ass.  Mrs. Steele (her teacher), you are an ass.    
Evidently the school was unsure if I would believe a written note, so they photocopied the back of her worksheet and sent the proof home.  I will admit that I laughed a little.  Okay, so I laughed a lot...Chris and I both did. 

Haha, these are just a few of the things that we went through with Hannah her first couple of years.  There were so other many other things that I was at the school for, but these were the ones that stuck out in my mind the most.  Now, to her credit, she was an exceptional 2nd grader.  Not one complaint!   I hope this explains why I am scared-to-death of Halle starting school.  God bless her teacher in advance.  She's going to need it.