February 22, 2008
I'll bet you were wondering if I was ever going to post a photo of Cameron again. Right? How could I not? He's only the cutest little two year old in the whole wide world.
Oh, I'm kidding. I totally know your two year old grandson (or son) (or little brother) is cuter. :-)
There's so much going on in this photo, I don't know where to start. LOL
But first, this was a GREAT day. At 9:30 this morning, Cameron's blood glucose was at 367. That's way high, people. Normal is 70 to 80, although his diabetes specialist is happy if we can keep his levels around the 100 mark. Anyway, I managed to give him exactly the right amount of insulin and two hours later, his count was 85! That's a huge, huge victory. This would make you smile: all I have to say is, "Hey, Cam. Let's do a shot." And he walks over to my ottomon and bends over. Just like that. He also insists I let him hold the monitor and collect the little drop of blood on his finger, when I test him. He's two. Unbelievable.
So Cameron's wearing the pink eyelash yarn hat I made for his little sister, Avery, who's going to be born in nine days (Monday, March 3rd at 7:30 a.m., in case you were trying to forget LOL). You get to guess: does that little stocking cap REALLY stretch, or did Barb totally blow it on the size? Go ahead. Guess. :-) By the way, Cameron doesn't know boys don't usually wear pink hats. Yet.
Notice he's sitting in his high chair. He's pretty much over that and getting way too big and I don't know what I'm going to do. My dining room chairs have wheels on them and besides, they're fabric. Sigh.
Anyway, today I discovered he loves, loves New England clam chowder. And he loves to dip his bread and butter in ketchup. Gag. But it's OK. I checked the nutritional values on the label and there's 2% of an adult's daily requirement of vitamin A in a tablespoon of ketchup (and a smidgen of lycopene - and pretty much nothing else). That's good enough for me. He can have all the ketchup he wants.
And today I sat and watched him and I'm completely convinced, he's as ambidextrous as he can be. He doesn't seem to favor one hand over the other and does everything equally well with either hand, including eating with a spoon and coloring. I think that's great.
About the coloring. Chelsea runs away now when she sees him pick up his crayon bowl. She didn't like it one bit when I had to rub all that stuff off her a couple of weeks ago.
Chelsea dropped like a fly today when Cameron went home. She just completely flopped herself on the floor and passed out. Those two played really hard today.
OK. I'll stop talking about my favorite (and only) grandbaby now.
Posted by Barb at 7:37 PM