(Yes, I did write "this afternoon" in relationship to my shower today. When you have nowhere to go and no one around to talk to or who really cares how you smell, motivation does tend to go out the window. Don't judge. I showered eventually.)
I saw my first stretch marks of this pregnancy. I'm kind of surprised by them, since I didn't see any with Caetlin until 7 months or so. These happened to catch the light when I was standing in profile to the mirror. I can't see them head on. They are small, located above my flattening belly button (as it gets shallower, Caetlin still pokes it but it hurts quite a bit, since she's poking the relatively more exposed bottom with the same vigor). They are invisible from the front, but a delicate lavender color from the side.
After I saw those new ones, I looked the rest of my belly over. I saw the faint white lines from Caetlin but no other new purple ones yet.
These might dismay some people, but not me, though I do remember going to some lengths to try to ward off stretch marks with Caetlin- maybe that's why I've got them sooner this time. (It makes me laugh to think of having that kind of time, now.) I've never had the flattest tummy and I stopped wearing bikinis maybe 6 or 7 years ago. Maybe even longer ago than that. It's no hardship for me to have stretch marks. They remind me of Segunda (as if I could ever forget her!) and what is (hopefully) to come over the next months.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Brown Is My Least Favorite Color
It's Saturday morning. Caetlin's Kindermusik class just started ten minutes ago. Obviously, I am not at that class. I'm at home, in bed, bored with the internet and TV. College football hasn't started yet. None of my books interest me and the house is too quiet.
I wish I were there with Bruce and Caetlin.
It all started with a very small brown smudge on the paper when I went to the toilet on awakening yesterday morning.
I realize how ominous that sounds, so I'm going to break the tension right away now: I'm still pregnant. Segunda still does her little ballet across my bladder every hour or so.
But there was the brown smudge.
With Caetlin, I had spotting a couple of times, but only in my first trimester. Nothing in the second or third trimesters. I haven't had any spotting with Segunda at all so far, so the smudge was of some concern to me. I tried to shake it off- it's got to be nothing- but I called the doctor anyway.
The nurse was sympathetic, but clearly thought the same thing: it's likely nothing. She offered to let me come in, if I wanted to, for peace of mind before the weekend. If it had been a different weekday, I'm not sure I would have gone in, but I didn't relish the thought of wondering and worrying all weekend.
They squeezed me in late in the day yesterday. First thing was hearing Segunda's heart; I had felt her moving all day and wasn't terribly worried that the worst had yet happened, but it was nice to hear it anyway. Then the pelvic exam. The doctor confirmed there was not much visible in there except for some more brown smudge, and the brown was actually a good sign. It meant it was older, had already dried and was just being flushed away.
The concern was where had it come from in the first place.
The doctor wheeled in an ultrasound machine, and when he turned out the lights, it became very dark in the room, as it was almost 5 p.m. on a rainy dreary day. He turned the machine on and Segunda flooded the screen, busily kicking and squirming. He didn't focus on the baby, once he ascertained her heart was beating and her cord was pulsing. After that, he looked at the placenta. The resolution was grainy, not good, but he pointed out how very close the placenta was, possibly still covering the cervix. That had been noted in an earlier ultrasound, with the expectation that the placenta would grow away from the cervix. At my 20 week ultrasound last week, done by the perinatal group that did the CVS, I had specifically asked about this. They had assured me that it had grown away, but here was my doctor expressing doubt about that point. He also identified what looked to him like a pocket of blood in the vicinity of the placenta.
He left the room to find a trained sonogram technician, and at first we thought I would have to come back in on Monday to confirm, since it looked like all the techs had gone home. At the last minute, he found one and I was walked over to a different room with a different machine.
She briefly looked at the baby and then also focused on the placenta. Took some pictures, and we chit-chatted, and then I got dressed. We stood in the hall together waiting for my doctor, and she told him it was not covering the cervix, but is very, very close.
The condition is called placenta previa. It can cause bleeding, sometimes heavy bleeding. The previa can be partial, where it partially covers the cervix, or it can be total. What I have is not technically placenta previa, but is actually just a low-lying placenta, where it is very near the cervix. This is almost as bad, because the risk for bleeding is still pretty high. In cases where previa or low lying placenta persists until late stages of pregnancy, a C-section is necessary. However, most previa, and especially low lying placenta conditions, resolve on their own through the pregnancy.
You can read more about it here. There is some freaky stuff here, like placenta accreta and what not, but I don't think that is my situation at this time. I think there is some higher concern that I have had bleeding this early in the pregnancy, but it still remains nothing but brown smudge, probably less than a teaspoonful at this point.
But I'm on bed rest for the weekend. If nothing dramatic happens over these couple of days, I can, in my doctor's words, "Tiptoe into work on Monday." He wouldn't have approved that if I did anything except sit on my butt all day for work. And no sex, heavy lifting or strenuous exercise for the rest of my pregnancy, or at least until ultrasounds confirm the placenta has grown away from the cervix.
No heavy lifting means no lifting Caetlin. I cried over that last night. Not that I- or my back- like lifting Miss Moose. But, especially in the throes of my fears last night about being on bed rest for the rest of my pregnancy (which I now think is unlikely in the cold clear light of day), I mourned the loss of closeness with her. I worried she will think I don't love her. I have 16 weeks until the baby is full term, and that's a long time to be without holding my girl.
I hate being so helpless. I hate not being able to help Bruce more. I hate how quiet it is with no one here. Any other day I would revel in it. It's something about being told, "You can't" that makes it very difficult.
So I have my computer here and I feel like I might have read everything there is to read on the internet. I have a stack of unread books here next to me that I would have jumped at the chance to read last week. Now they don't interest me. I might go blind playing Mystery Case Files. And Caetlin and Daddy are out having fun at Kindermusik and will be off to the park afterward. There might be a hay ride and bonfire tonight for her. I think they are going to be gone all day.
I just stew here, lonely, worried, obsessively checking to feel Segunda moving. I'm sure I'm overreacting. I'm not good at bed rest, I don't think.
Stupid brown smudge.
I wish I were there with Bruce and Caetlin.
It all started with a very small brown smudge on the paper when I went to the toilet on awakening yesterday morning.
I realize how ominous that sounds, so I'm going to break the tension right away now: I'm still pregnant. Segunda still does her little ballet across my bladder every hour or so.
But there was the brown smudge.
With Caetlin, I had spotting a couple of times, but only in my first trimester. Nothing in the second or third trimesters. I haven't had any spotting with Segunda at all so far, so the smudge was of some concern to me. I tried to shake it off- it's got to be nothing- but I called the doctor anyway.
The nurse was sympathetic, but clearly thought the same thing: it's likely nothing. She offered to let me come in, if I wanted to, for peace of mind before the weekend. If it had been a different weekday, I'm not sure I would have gone in, but I didn't relish the thought of wondering and worrying all weekend.
They squeezed me in late in the day yesterday. First thing was hearing Segunda's heart; I had felt her moving all day and wasn't terribly worried that the worst had yet happened, but it was nice to hear it anyway. Then the pelvic exam. The doctor confirmed there was not much visible in there except for some more brown smudge, and the brown was actually a good sign. It meant it was older, had already dried and was just being flushed away.
The concern was where had it come from in the first place.
The doctor wheeled in an ultrasound machine, and when he turned out the lights, it became very dark in the room, as it was almost 5 p.m. on a rainy dreary day. He turned the machine on and Segunda flooded the screen, busily kicking and squirming. He didn't focus on the baby, once he ascertained her heart was beating and her cord was pulsing. After that, he looked at the placenta. The resolution was grainy, not good, but he pointed out how very close the placenta was, possibly still covering the cervix. That had been noted in an earlier ultrasound, with the expectation that the placenta would grow away from the cervix. At my 20 week ultrasound last week, done by the perinatal group that did the CVS, I had specifically asked about this. They had assured me that it had grown away, but here was my doctor expressing doubt about that point. He also identified what looked to him like a pocket of blood in the vicinity of the placenta.
He left the room to find a trained sonogram technician, and at first we thought I would have to come back in on Monday to confirm, since it looked like all the techs had gone home. At the last minute, he found one and I was walked over to a different room with a different machine.
She briefly looked at the baby and then also focused on the placenta. Took some pictures, and we chit-chatted, and then I got dressed. We stood in the hall together waiting for my doctor, and she told him it was not covering the cervix, but is very, very close.
The condition is called placenta previa. It can cause bleeding, sometimes heavy bleeding. The previa can be partial, where it partially covers the cervix, or it can be total. What I have is not technically placenta previa, but is actually just a low-lying placenta, where it is very near the cervix. This is almost as bad, because the risk for bleeding is still pretty high. In cases where previa or low lying placenta persists until late stages of pregnancy, a C-section is necessary. However, most previa, and especially low lying placenta conditions, resolve on their own through the pregnancy.
You can read more about it here. There is some freaky stuff here, like placenta accreta and what not, but I don't think that is my situation at this time. I think there is some higher concern that I have had bleeding this early in the pregnancy, but it still remains nothing but brown smudge, probably less than a teaspoonful at this point.
But I'm on bed rest for the weekend. If nothing dramatic happens over these couple of days, I can, in my doctor's words, "Tiptoe into work on Monday." He wouldn't have approved that if I did anything except sit on my butt all day for work. And no sex, heavy lifting or strenuous exercise for the rest of my pregnancy, or at least until ultrasounds confirm the placenta has grown away from the cervix.
No heavy lifting means no lifting Caetlin. I cried over that last night. Not that I- or my back- like lifting Miss Moose. But, especially in the throes of my fears last night about being on bed rest for the rest of my pregnancy (which I now think is unlikely in the cold clear light of day), I mourned the loss of closeness with her. I worried she will think I don't love her. I have 16 weeks until the baby is full term, and that's a long time to be without holding my girl.
I hate being so helpless. I hate not being able to help Bruce more. I hate how quiet it is with no one here. Any other day I would revel in it. It's something about being told, "You can't" that makes it very difficult.
So I have my computer here and I feel like I might have read everything there is to read on the internet. I have a stack of unread books here next to me that I would have jumped at the chance to read last week. Now they don't interest me. I might go blind playing Mystery Case Files. And Caetlin and Daddy are out having fun at Kindermusik and will be off to the park afterward. There might be a hay ride and bonfire tonight for her. I think they are going to be gone all day.
I just stew here, lonely, worried, obsessively checking to feel Segunda moving. I'm sure I'm overreacting. I'm not good at bed rest, I don't think.
Stupid brown smudge.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
A Fall Complaint
So, it's finally fall down here in the land of 2.5 seasons (we have summer, spring and fall which are generally so similar as to be one season, and half a season that approximates winter). The nights are finally getting cooler, there is a definite nip in the 70+ degree air, and the leaves are falling off those trees that do that each year.
The leaves are falling.
Gah!
Do not get me wrong; I love watching the leaves change colors. And I love seeing the carpets of pretty colored leaves on bright green grass, or lining the street getting stirred up by passing cars, etc. I love the smell of burning bonfires which truly says fall to me (admittedly less common here in the middle of the city than it was when I was growing up in the sticks). I even love how they look in the cold rain that comes in November, all shiny and slick and sad at the passing of the year. I love deciduous trees, okay?
But the thing that I cannot stand, the thing that drives me batshit crazy, the absolute worst thing about fall, also comes along with the falling leaves.
Leaf blowers.
They drive me out of my ever-loving mind.
I think they are wildly unnecessary (if you want your yard leaf free, get out there and rake it like we did when we were kids). I also think the piles of debris they create are far, far uglier than the leaves, pine straw, etc. where they originally fell, and that they are ridiculous on their face- what, you'll blow the leaves to...where, exactly? Just...where no one objects to them piling up?? It doesn't get rid of them, or use them for any useful purpose, just...moves them. Next door. Or where ever. I swear, we saw someone blowing leaves down the turn lane of the road we live next to this morning. We had to be careful not to run the man over on the way to work this morning. Why would anyone care that that particular section of turn lane would be leaf free, for crying out loud? But the main reason I hate them, beyond all of that, beyond the gas that is inevitably wasted on these infernal machines and the nasty fumes that they spill in the crisp fall air, is the noise. Oh, God, the noise. I swear to you, we have someone in the immediate vicinity of our house blowing leaves every single day of the week. It does not matter which day. I hear leaf blowers nearly every day when I am home at lunch. This morning, it started up right outside our house at 8 a.m. on the button. I'm sorry, that is too early for leaf blowing! (I'm sorry to say it may have been the people who care for our yard. These folks are engaged and paid by the landlord, so we have no say whatsoever in what implements they use or what time they use them.) If I am trying to have a restful afternoon at home, invariably the minute I turn off the TV and computer and snuggle under the covers for an illicit afternoon nap, someone starts a leaf blower.
And it's not just the amount of noise pollution these things create. It's the quality. That start-stop intermittent noise that burrows into my skull and makes it impossible for me to sleep through it, or ignore it in any way. Rrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrr. Rrrr-RRRRRRRRR. RRRRRRRRRRRR. Rrrrr-rrr-rrrrrrrrrrr.
I know I'm fighting a losing battle here. I will never convince people to let the leaves be, or at least go back to rake and lawn & leaf bags or bonfires. People, at least in my neighborhood, seem to want the beauty of large trees but think their waste products are bothersome and must be dealt with in the least (visually) obtrusive way possible. Most of my neighbors take immaculate care of their lawns and landscaping and surely would not stand for any of that hard work to be covered by or- gasp!- even killed by an accumulation of leaves. We must control nature! By paying other people to do it while we're working!
I've said it before- I'm no nature-obsessed hippie. I don't live a particularly green life, and while I love the outdoors, I don't commune with it terribly regularly. My irritation here is far more selfish than planet-centered, but it does seem as if our needs align this once. The planet needs for us to stop wasting gas and venting nasty fumes in the ridiculous vain pursuit of taming the falling leaves. I just need some peace and quiet.
The leaves are falling.
Gah!
Do not get me wrong; I love watching the leaves change colors. And I love seeing the carpets of pretty colored leaves on bright green grass, or lining the street getting stirred up by passing cars, etc. I love the smell of burning bonfires which truly says fall to me (admittedly less common here in the middle of the city than it was when I was growing up in the sticks). I even love how they look in the cold rain that comes in November, all shiny and slick and sad at the passing of the year. I love deciduous trees, okay?
But the thing that I cannot stand, the thing that drives me batshit crazy, the absolute worst thing about fall, also comes along with the falling leaves.
Leaf blowers.
They drive me out of my ever-loving mind.
I think they are wildly unnecessary (if you want your yard leaf free, get out there and rake it like we did when we were kids). I also think the piles of debris they create are far, far uglier than the leaves, pine straw, etc. where they originally fell, and that they are ridiculous on their face- what, you'll blow the leaves to...where, exactly? Just...where no one objects to them piling up?? It doesn't get rid of them, or use them for any useful purpose, just...moves them. Next door. Or where ever. I swear, we saw someone blowing leaves down the turn lane of the road we live next to this morning. We had to be careful not to run the man over on the way to work this morning. Why would anyone care that that particular section of turn lane would be leaf free, for crying out loud? But the main reason I hate them, beyond all of that, beyond the gas that is inevitably wasted on these infernal machines and the nasty fumes that they spill in the crisp fall air, is the noise. Oh, God, the noise. I swear to you, we have someone in the immediate vicinity of our house blowing leaves every single day of the week. It does not matter which day. I hear leaf blowers nearly every day when I am home at lunch. This morning, it started up right outside our house at 8 a.m. on the button. I'm sorry, that is too early for leaf blowing! (I'm sorry to say it may have been the people who care for our yard. These folks are engaged and paid by the landlord, so we have no say whatsoever in what implements they use or what time they use them.) If I am trying to have a restful afternoon at home, invariably the minute I turn off the TV and computer and snuggle under the covers for an illicit afternoon nap, someone starts a leaf blower.
And it's not just the amount of noise pollution these things create. It's the quality. That start-stop intermittent noise that burrows into my skull and makes it impossible for me to sleep through it, or ignore it in any way. Rrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrr. Rrrr-RRRRRRRRR. RRRRRRRRRRRR. Rrrrr-rrr-rrrrrrrrrrr.
I know I'm fighting a losing battle here. I will never convince people to let the leaves be, or at least go back to rake and lawn & leaf bags or bonfires. People, at least in my neighborhood, seem to want the beauty of large trees but think their waste products are bothersome and must be dealt with in the least (visually) obtrusive way possible. Most of my neighbors take immaculate care of their lawns and landscaping and surely would not stand for any of that hard work to be covered by or- gasp!- even killed by an accumulation of leaves. We must control nature! By paying other people to do it while we're working!
I've said it before- I'm no nature-obsessed hippie. I don't live a particularly green life, and while I love the outdoors, I don't commune with it terribly regularly. My irritation here is far more selfish than planet-centered, but it does seem as if our needs align this once. The planet needs for us to stop wasting gas and venting nasty fumes in the ridiculous vain pursuit of taming the falling leaves. I just need some peace and quiet.
Embarrassing
You know what's embarrassing? Going to the bathroom at 2 p.m. for the first time since getting dressed that day and realizing that your maternity pants have been unzipped the whole day.
You know what's even more embarrassing? Realizing that your pants have been unzipped for a good 5 or so hours and not having your first reaction be, "Oh no!" but instead "Eh. My maternity shirt was long enough to cover it. Plus I'm wearing dark colored underwear. We're good."
You know what's even more embarrassing? Realizing that your pants have been unzipped for a good 5 or so hours and not having your first reaction be, "Oh no!" but instead "Eh. My maternity shirt was long enough to cover it. Plus I'm wearing dark colored underwear. We're good."
How Things Have Been Around Here Lately
At work: s-l-o-w. I even managed to finish a library book the other day- one of the short term in-demand new releases too!- thanks to the generous "free" time I have at work. I'm there, I show up, I put in 8 "hours" a day. I usually manage to bill something every day; I think there has only been one day this month that I didn't bill anything. But making it to 7.5 is a pipe dream. Usually I don't finish my to-do list on purpose, just so I'll have something to do the next day.
At home: Caetlin is awesome, and wearying. I know, I know, she's two, she's supposed to be energetic, but she wears me out. She's decided lately that she doesn't want to sleep or do anything associated with going to nap or bed. So naptime is traumatic. Bathtime is traumatic (because it comes before bedtime). Storytime is traumatic (because she's rather be playing). We have, fortunately, taught her the magic words, "Would you rather have story time or night nght?" She learned quickly that asking for door no. 3, "Play, please," doesn't get much traction. It's cut some of the trauma out of storytime. Only some, though.
In the closet: My rapidly expanding size is also the reason why Caetlin wears me out so much. I have a very small- by comparison, anyway- baby belly, but it's enough to crowd my digestive system and my lungs, and to make hauling a 30+ pounder around tough, especially over the crib railing. It also means I have officially grown out of non-maternity clothes. Thanks goodness for Liz Lange maternity for Target. It's not the height of fashion, but it's serviceable, and very reasonably priced. I wish I had known about it when I was pregnant with Caetlin. I probably spent, no joke, $600 on crappy maternity stuff from Mimi Maternity. I had to do more shopping this time because I needed maternity wear through the spring and summer last time. Those skirts and sleeveless tops aren't going to cut it, even here where it doesn't get that cold.
In the uterus: Segunda continues to grow (see above, although some of that is due to my complete lack of discipline around food in the last month or so) and kick. I can feel her moving around pretty regularly now, even at work or if I'm not paying attention. I'll be glad when Caetlin can feel her moving, since I hope that will help explain to Caetlin that she has a baby sister on the way. So far, it really doesn't seem as though that idea is taking any root in Caetlin's mind. We talk about it daily, and she has several books on the subject that she likes, but I just don't get the feeling that she understands. I'm not sure why she would, though, at this point. Abstraction isn't her strong point yet.
On the educational front: We've decided to start making a concerted effort to teach Caetlin how to read. She seems to want to be able to read by herself, taking books and "reading" them out loud to herself, yanking them away when one of us offers to read it to her. We bought some phonics flashcards and right now are working on her recognition of lowercase letters and her awareness that each letter makes a sound. I don't have super high expectations regarding how fast she'll be able to read, but she enjoys the cards, and it at least gives us some focus. I learned to read when I was three, so it can be done, and she has a great memory- she knows all the uppercase letters, numbers through ten reliably and twenty intermittently, and many colors. I know, it seems like we're pushing her on this, but I don't have any real expectations for it. I don't personally care whether she reads early or not. She just seems like she wants it and it makes a fun addition to night time reading.
At home: Caetlin is awesome, and wearying. I know, I know, she's two, she's supposed to be energetic, but she wears me out. She's decided lately that she doesn't want to sleep or do anything associated with going to nap or bed. So naptime is traumatic. Bathtime is traumatic (because it comes before bedtime). Storytime is traumatic (because she's rather be playing). We have, fortunately, taught her the magic words, "Would you rather have story time or night nght?" She learned quickly that asking for door no. 3, "Play, please," doesn't get much traction. It's cut some of the trauma out of storytime. Only some, though.
In the closet: My rapidly expanding size is also the reason why Caetlin wears me out so much. I have a very small- by comparison, anyway- baby belly, but it's enough to crowd my digestive system and my lungs, and to make hauling a 30+ pounder around tough, especially over the crib railing. It also means I have officially grown out of non-maternity clothes. Thanks goodness for Liz Lange maternity for Target. It's not the height of fashion, but it's serviceable, and very reasonably priced. I wish I had known about it when I was pregnant with Caetlin. I probably spent, no joke, $600 on crappy maternity stuff from Mimi Maternity. I had to do more shopping this time because I needed maternity wear through the spring and summer last time. Those skirts and sleeveless tops aren't going to cut it, even here where it doesn't get that cold.
In the uterus: Segunda continues to grow (see above, although some of that is due to my complete lack of discipline around food in the last month or so) and kick. I can feel her moving around pretty regularly now, even at work or if I'm not paying attention. I'll be glad when Caetlin can feel her moving, since I hope that will help explain to Caetlin that she has a baby sister on the way. So far, it really doesn't seem as though that idea is taking any root in Caetlin's mind. We talk about it daily, and she has several books on the subject that she likes, but I just don't get the feeling that she understands. I'm not sure why she would, though, at this point. Abstraction isn't her strong point yet.
On the educational front: We've decided to start making a concerted effort to teach Caetlin how to read. She seems to want to be able to read by herself, taking books and "reading" them out loud to herself, yanking them away when one of us offers to read it to her. We bought some phonics flashcards and right now are working on her recognition of lowercase letters and her awareness that each letter makes a sound. I don't have super high expectations regarding how fast she'll be able to read, but she enjoys the cards, and it at least gives us some focus. I learned to read when I was three, so it can be done, and she has a great memory- she knows all the uppercase letters, numbers through ten reliably and twenty intermittently, and many colors. I know, it seems like we're pushing her on this, but I don't have any real expectations for it. I don't personally care whether she reads early or not. She just seems like she wants it and it makes a fun addition to night time reading.
Friday, October 10, 2008
More Video, This Time With 39% More Hilarity
So, despite the lack of comments left on the blog, I have heard through back channels that the video in the last post was very popular. It not being much of anything except Caetlin desperately trying to get the camera from me, I thought I might try again. So tonight Caetlin and Bruce were having some post-bath, pre-bed fun and I pulled out the trusty Flip. Caetlin managed to ignore it this time.
I titled the video "Caetlin Bosses Daddy" because the entire video consists of her ordering Bruce around. She tells him to sit on the couch and gets upset when he doesn't sit where she tells him to. She orders him to put his fingers on the arm of the couch so she can drive over them with the car. When she tires of that, she emphatically and repeatedly orders him off the couch- "Daddy get out, please!" Then she turns the lights out on all of us, and refuses to turn them back on. Good times.
She's already got Daddy wrapped around her little finger, I think. Anyway, you can hear from my chuckles that I found this all fairly amusing. Forgive the poor camera work- I had a lonely cat frantically making out with my camera hand.
Enjoy!
I titled the video "Caetlin Bosses Daddy" because the entire video consists of her ordering Bruce around. She tells him to sit on the couch and gets upset when he doesn't sit where she tells him to. She orders him to put his fingers on the arm of the couch so she can drive over them with the car. When she tires of that, she emphatically and repeatedly orders him off the couch- "Daddy get out, please!" Then she turns the lights out on all of us, and refuses to turn them back on. Good times.
She's already got Daddy wrapped around her little finger, I think. Anyway, you can hear from my chuckles that I found this all fairly amusing. Forgive the poor camera work- I had a lonely cat frantically making out with my camera hand.
Enjoy!
Friday, October 3, 2008
I Know How to Pander
Yes, despite the fact that the VP debate was last night, this post and its title have nothing to do with politics. But I do know how to pander. I know my core audience, see. And I know what they want. I know why (most) of my readers come back here.
And so, because it has been awhile, I give you...a video of Caetlin.
Little background here- I took this with our Flip camera. When we were in Alaska, we took a few movies of her being her, not doing anything special, and used them as Caetlin crack to help her stay calm and quiet during the many times she was strapped into her car seat. The girl LOVES watching herself. So this entire video is her attempt to get the camera. She's asking for "Smile, please" because in the most-watched video during our time in Alaska, Caetlin herself was saying, "Smile! Say cheese!" So the camera is officially "Smile." You can see about halfway through she wonders if I don't understand her and switches to asking for "Caetlin" which is kind of more accurate.
The camera work is shaky because I was trying to move away from her so I could keep her in the picture, which involved moving from furniture to floor, etc.
Anyway, enjoy! See what a big girl she is!
And so, because it has been awhile, I give you...a video of Caetlin.
Little background here- I took this with our Flip camera. When we were in Alaska, we took a few movies of her being her, not doing anything special, and used them as Caetlin crack to help her stay calm and quiet during the many times she was strapped into her car seat. The girl LOVES watching herself. So this entire video is her attempt to get the camera. She's asking for "Smile, please" because in the most-watched video during our time in Alaska, Caetlin herself was saying, "Smile! Say cheese!" So the camera is officially "Smile." You can see about halfway through she wonders if I don't understand her and switches to asking for "Caetlin" which is kind of more accurate.
The camera work is shaky because I was trying to move away from her so I could keep her in the picture, which involved moving from furniture to floor, etc.
Anyway, enjoy! See what a big girl she is!
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