Sunday Sundry

We took advantage of the weekend hours at the pediatrician office yesterday. We saw some orange spots in James's diaper, and although it didn't look like blood, it also wasn't exactly normal (and it seemed unlike that he'd choose this method of decorating for Halloween), so we thought we'd get it checked out. It turned out to be crystals that were precursors of kidney stones. The usual treatment is to have people drink a lot of water, but since James also needs his calories, that's not necessarily the best thing in his case. So the doctor recommended that we just give him unfortified formula and breastmilk for a couple of days (so, 20-22 calories instead of 24 calories per ounce), so that he'd have more fluid. Since then we've been careful about trying to give him as close to full amounts as possible at each feeding, too, and it seems to be working -- no more orange spots so far, and the doctor called tonight to let us know the urine analysis looked great (no blood, no infection, etc.). I was impressed that she called personally at 8 PM on a Sunday!

He also had a little rash on his chest that she thought might be viral, but nothing to worry about unless it got a lot worse. It seems to be mostly gone today. (I mention this only because one day down the road we might say, "hey, when did he have that little rash?" And then we'll say, "I don't know, let's check the blog." It's our own version of electronic medical records.)

We put the airplane mobile (thanks, Auntie Jess and Uncle Chris!) lower down over the crib, and James was fascinated by it. This one doesn't have batteries, though, so he has to wait for mom or dad to push it around!

Mattie seems to be entering the "let's put everything in my mouth" phase. He's especially fond of gnawing on his hands, but toys are another favorite. (I find it especially amusing that he's trying to eat the Very Hungry Caterpillar stuffed animal. "But he was still hungry!")