Butterflies
Monday, May 14, 2007 by Amy
An old post that I'm letting go as-is:
So all of our butterflies have hatched out of their crysalides. It happened so fast that we didn't actually see any of them come out, which was a little disappointing. Contrary to what I thought, Riley is eager to let them go outside. I thought that she wouldn't want to let them go and we would have to watch them die in a couple of weeks and she would be upset. I'm trying to make sure that she understands that once we let them go outside that we will not see them again, that they'll be gone. This all makes me think about butterflies, and how they came to us a couple of weeks ago just a few millimeters big and ate and ate and grew into fat caterpillars, then grew into crysalides, went through all the trouble of becoming butterflies, and then they only live for a week or two. It all seems futile, but who am I to judge...Oh, see things have already changed. Riley no longer wants to let the butterflies go. So it looks like we'll be watching the butterflies complete their sad and futile life cycle here in our apartment.
The other night, Riley and Avery went to bed at 7:30 and woke up at 7:30. It took a traumatic bath to facilitate the early bedtime. Avery no longer enjoys her baths, in fact she downright hates them. And she has quite the scream. Riley doesn't like getting her hair washed. She gets really nervous, but it's nice to see her try to be brave so that Avery learns not to be scared. So after the bath, they both hit the sack. Sounds like it should have been a good night, but for my girls, early bedtimes always mean restless nights. It seems like one of them was up every minute of the night. Even though I went to bed very early as well, I woke up in the morning with eyes and lips so puffy and swollen I looked like I had stayed up all night crying, when I had actually done neither. Ugh. I'm such a complainer, but that's what blogging is for, right?
I am starting to maybe think that Avery is not all that allergic to dairy. Crazy, I know. It just seems like the times when she has accidentally ingested diary, nothing has really happened. I guess I could test on her again. Maybe she's outgrown it, although it seems a little early. Oh, who knows? These kids with allergies...and is Riley really that allergic to dogs? I really can't tell. The diaper shop lady has dogs and the three times that we've been there, Riley has gotten a rash shortly after, even though the dogs don't go in the diaper shop and there's no hair laying around. Then one of the NINO meetings is at a woman's house who has some huge dogs, with dog hair all over everything, and Riley was actaully playing in the dog kennels and nothing happened. It's baffling. Is it possible to be allergic to certain types of dogs? Are some dogs less allergenic? Or maybe there's another explaination for the rash. Although Riley has never had a problem with Duke and Dingy, and we've stayed in Maryland for three weeks at a time. She did have a strange reaction when she was licked by Duke, but that was just once. I'm sure that everyone is probably allergic to something and most don't know it, we just live with it. It's kind of like anyone that goes to a psychiatrist will probably go home with a prescription for depression. It almost seems like a scam. I think that Riley just has really sensitive skin, and although she has allergies (supposedly) I think that her rash is just dry skin. I'm sure not going to giver her prescription allergy meds on a regular basis.
*update* Avery is definitely still allergic to dairy. I don't know what I was thinking...
Oh, I have to go to the store and get something for dinner. It's getting harder and harder to please everyone with dinner and I refuse to be one of those mothers that makes the kids something different. Actually, it's usually Rudi that's the problem. He's been refusing to eat rice lately and for a while. A few months ago, we tried to do two weeks worth of grocery shopping at once and not go again, and we bought too many rice side dishes and not enough meat, so we ate rice for over a week at each dinner, and then he would take the leftover rice to work for lunch the next day. I read a book in translation by a Japanese author (I'd site the author and book but the book really really sucked-okay,it was Kafka on the Shore) and the characters literally had rice with every meal. Crazy. Rice and salmon for breakfast, seriously. So it's a good think Rudi's not asian.
So all of our butterflies have hatched out of their crysalides. It happened so fast that we didn't actually see any of them come out, which was a little disappointing. Contrary to what I thought, Riley is eager to let them go outside. I thought that she wouldn't want to let them go and we would have to watch them die in a couple of weeks and she would be upset. I'm trying to make sure that she understands that once we let them go outside that we will not see them again, that they'll be gone. This all makes me think about butterflies, and how they came to us a couple of weeks ago just a few millimeters big and ate and ate and grew into fat caterpillars, then grew into crysalides, went through all the trouble of becoming butterflies, and then they only live for a week or two. It all seems futile, but who am I to judge...Oh, see things have already changed. Riley no longer wants to let the butterflies go. So it looks like we'll be watching the butterflies complete their sad and futile life cycle here in our apartment.
The other night, Riley and Avery went to bed at 7:30 and woke up at 7:30. It took a traumatic bath to facilitate the early bedtime. Avery no longer enjoys her baths, in fact she downright hates them. And she has quite the scream. Riley doesn't like getting her hair washed. She gets really nervous, but it's nice to see her try to be brave so that Avery learns not to be scared. So after the bath, they both hit the sack. Sounds like it should have been a good night, but for my girls, early bedtimes always mean restless nights. It seems like one of them was up every minute of the night. Even though I went to bed very early as well, I woke up in the morning with eyes and lips so puffy and swollen I looked like I had stayed up all night crying, when I had actually done neither. Ugh. I'm such a complainer, but that's what blogging is for, right?
I am starting to maybe think that Avery is not all that allergic to dairy. Crazy, I know. It just seems like the times when she has accidentally ingested diary, nothing has really happened. I guess I could test on her again. Maybe she's outgrown it, although it seems a little early. Oh, who knows? These kids with allergies...and is Riley really that allergic to dogs? I really can't tell. The diaper shop lady has dogs and the three times that we've been there, Riley has gotten a rash shortly after, even though the dogs don't go in the diaper shop and there's no hair laying around. Then one of the NINO meetings is at a woman's house who has some huge dogs, with dog hair all over everything, and Riley was actaully playing in the dog kennels and nothing happened. It's baffling. Is it possible to be allergic to certain types of dogs? Are some dogs less allergenic? Or maybe there's another explaination for the rash. Although Riley has never had a problem with Duke and Dingy, and we've stayed in Maryland for three weeks at a time. She did have a strange reaction when she was licked by Duke, but that was just once. I'm sure that everyone is probably allergic to something and most don't know it, we just live with it. It's kind of like anyone that goes to a psychiatrist will probably go home with a prescription for depression. It almost seems like a scam. I think that Riley just has really sensitive skin, and although she has allergies (supposedly) I think that her rash is just dry skin. I'm sure not going to giver her prescription allergy meds on a regular basis.
*update* Avery is definitely still allergic to dairy. I don't know what I was thinking...
Oh, I have to go to the store and get something for dinner. It's getting harder and harder to please everyone with dinner and I refuse to be one of those mothers that makes the kids something different. Actually, it's usually Rudi that's the problem. He's been refusing to eat rice lately and for a while. A few months ago, we tried to do two weeks worth of grocery shopping at once and not go again, and we bought too many rice side dishes and not enough meat, so we ate rice for over a week at each dinner, and then he would take the leftover rice to work for lunch the next day. I read a book in translation by a Japanese author (I'd site the author and book but the book really really sucked-okay,it was Kafka on the Shore) and the characters literally had rice with every meal. Crazy. Rice and salmon for breakfast, seriously. So it's a good think Rudi's not asian.
