…you can’t get enough of Jack Ryan pictures, I’ve updated our photo site just for you! Click on the right button “Davis Photos.”
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Caffeine in any form has always been my drug of choice, hands down; but I think I’ve found something better.
My doctor called yesterday letting me know that he was right–my vitamin D levels are really low. I’m at 18, and they need to be between 32 and 100!
After looking up symptoms of vitamin D deficiency, everything seems familiar. Fatigue, check. Symptoms of depression, check. Sleep irregularities, check. Muscle aches, check. Low energy levels, check check. Trouble regulating weight, check.
I’m waiting on my prescription to come in the mail, but until then, I had some vitamin D laying around the house that I started taking yesterday. The doctor suggested 2000 IU a day. My pills are only 400 IU, so I took a few. And hello! I felt like I was on a caffeine high about to grow wings and fly. FROM VITAMIN D!!! Seriously?
Then, I was wondering, if this was how I should be feeling all the time. Maybe not the flying thing, but alert and awake.
I wonder if they make a caramel mocha vitamin D pill.
(PS: I thought this was interesting. I drink a lot of milk, so I thought it was odd that I’m so low on vit. D. Turns out, to get what I need, I’d have to drink 40 glasses of milk a day!!! Do you know how many calories that would be? Besides, I’d be sick from milk overload!)
Reid and I have worked out a schedule as far as sleeping late goes because we’ve noticed it’s very important to both of us to have at least one day to sleep in. Very important. So, yesterday was Reid’s day and today was mine and it was glorious.
I feel like it’s been a lazy day, but I did run this morning and Reid’s done a lot of cleaning.
I drank from my official Valentine’s week coffee mug while I clipped coupons.
Reid and I had smoothies.
I recommend Yoplait’s Smoothies. All you do is add milk and blend. There was a coupon in today’s paper, and one you can print here.
Jack stood up by himself today for the first time (besides in the crib). I think he’s desperate to go outside. Poor baby!
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Reid and Jack deserve gold stars for yesterday afternoon!
I met up with some friends at Barnes and Noble yesterday afternoon. Before we even left the house, Jack started to rub his eyes, so I knew our time there needed to be limited because he’d need a nap soon. No big deal.
Jack did great, but then started to lose it towards the end, so we packed up and headed home.
So I thought.
But the back door of the Jeep wouldn’t close. I tried to rig it, but nothing worked. So, I called Reid for him to come get us. Thankfully, he’d already left work early for the day (although, I’m sure thats not how he wanted to spend his early Friday afternoon off!). Reid works about 45 minutes away, so Jack and I went back inside to kill some time.
Jack actually was really sweet, despite his red eyes. I thought he’d fall asleep in the stroller, but there was too much to look at. I tried looking at magazines, but that tried Jack’s patience, so off to the car we went. I was still hopeful I could fix it myself. But, nope.
Reid went to the wrong Barnes because I didn’t think to tell him which one I was at. Whoops.
So, by this point, Jack and I hung out in the backseat of the car. I didn’t have a bottle for him because I didn’t expect to be gone so long, but Cheerios did the trick. And reading Five Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed about 15 times. (It’s taken me a bit to realize this, but looking at a book and reading really help Jack stay calm.)
Reid got rope from one of the nearby stores and in the cold rain somehow tied the door shut enough for us to make it home. Reid drove the Jeep home– the long way in the 4:30 Friday traffic on 280! Jack and I were able to go to the grocery store, get home, put dinner in the oven before Reid even got home! And he didn’t complain at all.
Jack’s treat was going to bed at 6 pm, haha! Reid’s treat was picking out the movie for the night, which was Star Trek (which I surprisingly liked!).
Here’s the very sleepy baby…I’ve never seen him like this! He was past sleepy, but had entered delirium.
PS: Reid fixed the door today! Hooray!
Jack and I met up with Sheena earlier this week for lunch. Good food and good times, yo.
Jack loved eating off our plates. He ate a lot!
Sheena showing Jack some affection
Commercial time! There’s a new place open at Patton Creek called Treat Yourself. It’s like Yogurt Mountain, but more topping options! So check it out!
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I never knew you could get an ultrasound for your finger, but apparently it’s quite normal. And yes, my finger is pregnant with twins.*
When Jack was younger I had to get Reid to snap all of Jack’s clothes for me, you know, because I’m 80 years old! Well, the ultrasound on my finger was to confirm that I have arthritis in that one spot, which is caused by the psoriasis.
I won’t go into all the boring details, except that I visited another doctor for a second opinion for my psoriasis. The doctor is a good friend of Reid and his family, so I felt very comfortable and hopeful.
Although, I didn’t feel very hopeful when the doctor realized I had psoriasis in my ears and mentioned the danger of eventually losing my hearing if it gets worse. It’s moments like that at doctor’s offices that I have to tell myself “don’t cry, don’t cry!”
During mentioning treatment options, he mentioned several things I’d never heard of. One was some type of something involving human or mouse protein. I just nodded and went with it because I’m not sure I even want to know what that’s all about.
BUT he was out of that sample and gave me two injections of Humira instead. I’ll go back every two weeks to get another injection because I’m too much of a baby to do it myself.
(Sidenote: My dear sweet Holly described these what the injections feel like just a few weeks ago. So, when he said injections, my heart skipped a beat. I’d like to say it wasn’t as bad as I thought, but it was like I imagined. Sidenote in this sidenote: Holly is a champ for giving these things to herself. I’m in awe!)
Oh, this was interesting. My vitamin D levels are low, so I’m being put on medication to balance it out. The reason this is interesting to me is that over the past few weeks I’ve been very low on energy and felt a little (and sometimes a lot) down and this could be a contributing factor. Oh, psoriasis, you really are not my friend.
I said I wouldn’t bore you with all the details, but I’ve lied. So sorry.
All this to say that if you have a friend with psoriasis, give them a big hug.
*Don’t get too excited people, I’m not pregnant! Let’s not start any rumors…
In apologies for this long, boring, medical post, I shall give more pictures of Jack, with a guest appearance by Sheena Patton.
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After taking FOUR naps yesterday, Jack has boycotted all naps today.
So, we played in his room instead.
PS: Here’s a picture of us from last week’s date night. I forgot I had the camera on manual focus. Whoops! It would’ve been cute, I can tell.
PSS: Today’s suggestion of a blog to read is Ben Finch’s post on Renewal.
And visit his wife’s blog, too. Joy is so cute and very insightful. (And yes, I actually know Ben and Joy; they’re not random blogs I found…)
I don’t think I mentioned this loud enough last week, but we have a TEN MONTH OLD living in our house!!!! I can’t believe how close we are to the big one year birthday celebration!
((Btw, I want to have a huge birthday party for him because hello, he’s turning one! And you only turn one once and I know he’ll cherish the memories. Ok, maybe I will more than him…Regardless, Reid’s not sold on the huge party yet…))
Here’s some info on our 10 month old:
* Favorite foods include oatmeal and sweet potatoes. I need to find a way to make oatmeal bites because he’s obsessed.
* He started for real crawling on his actual 10 month birthday last week. Favorite things to crawl towards? Cords. Any kind of cord.
* He loves playing in his room. He’s gotten to where he can pull out the toy baskets and drag everything out.
* Cat food is apparently appetizing in his eyes.
* He mimics us more and more. Like with “shh” and other noises. I still haven’t heard mama yet. Just dada. And he’s close to saying his name, “jaaa jaaa.”
* He clapped for me when I found him while playing chase. It was too cute!
* He’s been going to bed earlier and earlier lately, sometimes at 6 pm – and that’s after two or three naps during the day, so it makes me wonder if he’s starting to teeth again.
We learned a valuable lesson this past month: strip Jack down before letting him eat spaghetti.
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I feel that there is a monster of some sort in the Davis household. Not just any monster, but a monster that feels the need to steal things and hide them from us.
I’m not kidding.
Ok, maybe it’s not a monster, but if it’s not, then what else can explain disappearing things!??
I noticed it last Thursday when I sat a couple of grocery bags on the floor. Reid claims to have put up the watermelon, but left the bags on the floor. No big deal- we were about to watch a movie before it got too late.
The bags were gone and neither of us remember putting up the items. The items in question (food for Jack) are a sweet potato, can of black beans, and some bananas…. and no where to be found in this house. What in the world!
We’ve thought about what if we threw these things away, but that’d be wierd since the bag would be heavy, so we couldn’t have thought it was empty. I’d dig threw our trash can, but there are diapers and shrimp peelings from last night and some smells are not worth it.
I’m also missing a black ring.
To my beloved casserole dish,
I liked you. A lot. You were pretty and had all the right curves. I liked how my casseroles looked with you; it made me feel grown up. I hope you accept this apology and know how sorry I am for the misfortunate mistake from this past Friday night.
All I wanted to do was make hot chocolate when I turned the burner on; I had no idea it’d end with a loud KABOOM and then you, in a million teeny tiny pieces all over my kitchen. I have this bad habit of turning on the wrong burner, but usually it’s no harm done because nothing’s on the other burner. This time, however, you were the victim.
Thankfully, and don’t take this the wrong way, no one was in the kitchen with you when this happened. It could have been a lot worse.
Again, casserole dish, I’m very sorry. Know that you will be missed. And if you’re in kitchen ware heaven, please look up my old red crockpot dish and tell her I’m sorry, too. At least you two will have something in common to talk about.
Sincerely,
Ashley
