This Just In...

...my kidneys are fine! Hooray. My thyroid, on the other hand, is now acting a little funky. By way of background, all of this blood work was initially done to check my thyroid, and the first round of blood work indicated that it was a-okay. The lab results from yesterday's testing, however, indicated that my TSH levels are 5.3, which is considered high. The doctor is going to have some more tests run on the blood they already have (whew) to check the T4 levels. Mommy hasn't done all the research yet to better explain to me what this could mean, but I wanted to keep you posted. Oh, and I don't know the results of the Celiac panel yet.

Things I Do and Say

This is what happens when I dress myself. I think I look smokin' hot. Who cares that it was 35 degrees outside and that my one boot is on the "wrong" foot?

The following phrases are in heavy rotation lately.

1. I not like it.
2. Dood it again (Pronounced "ah-gi-un" or with the most southern accent imaginable)
3. Hadwee go away.
4. Hadwee drive you crazy, mommy. I not drive you crazy.
5. I want food off my pwate, sweetheart.
6. I not want to.
7. I want daddy come back my house. (Mommy note: Daddy does live here, but is gone before the kids wake up and comes home after they are in bed due to tax season.)
8. Sing "Jesus Wuff Me."
9. I go pee pee Lightning McQueen.
10. Let's go MOPS.

A Bedtime Conversation

Thatcher: "I want see my penis."
Mommy: "Okay,"
Thatcher: "What it dood-n?"
Mommy: "It's just resting in your pants, honey."
Thatcher: "It's a monster. It scare you."

My Battle with Food

This pretty much sums up my relationship with food. I can take it or leave it. Usually, I leave it...and if I happen to take it, I'm going to put it in my hair, rather than my mouth. For the record, that is peanut butter.

My blood work came back a couple weeks ago, and my thyroid is fine. My electrolyte levels, on the other hand, were "a little low" and the doctor said my blood was too acidic. That means that I may have something called renal tubular acidosis (RTA), which (from what mommy can tell) is a disease that occurs when the kidneys fail to excrete acids into the urine, which causes a person’s blood to remain too acidic. Great. Apparently, the altered pH of a person with RTA can decrease the appetite and adversely affect weight gain. Lovely. I go back to the doctor on Wednesday for more testing, so we hopefully will know if there is something really wrong with me or if I am just being stubborn in my battle against food.

Truthfully, I am frustrating mommy to no end with my lack of appetite - especially since her priority in life is to get me to gain weight so I can once again be on the CDC growth chart. Yesterday, I had 3/4 of a cheese egg for breakfast. For lunch, I had two pieces of macaroni and five peas. Dinner was a bit of an improvement - I had about a tablespoon of meatloaf, some green peas, a tater tot, and some dessert Nana left me. She's tried everything to lure me into eating, even resorting to giving me foods Thatcher NEVER would have had (Bagel Bites, fast food cheeseburgers, french fries, daily peanut butter milkshakes) to make sure I am eating the most fattening things imaginable. She's tried everything under the sun and has said she would give me Winston and W's poop if she thought it had a lot of calories and I'd eat it.

Happy Times

Eating the Strawberry Cream Cheese Angel Food Cake Dessert Nana Made

Things I Love

I am a climber. If there is a remotely elevated surface, I am going to climb onto it. Here I am IN the toy basket.

The drawer underneath the oven really is the perfect height for me. Plus, it has the added bonus of holding pans for me to organize. Organizing, by the way, is one of my other passions. I like to sort things, including the food on my high chair tray and laundry. Mommy says I'm a big helper.

My biggest love, however, is daddy. I don't see him much because it is tax season and he goes to work before I wake up and comes home after I'm asleep. If I do catch a glimpse of him, it's all over. He can do no wrong...unless you count putting me down. That really ticks me off because, frankly, if he is home, he should be devoting ALL of his attention to me.

I even try to do things to get his attention. For example, here I am wearing his Masters hat. How can he not want to hold me?

Look Who's Three

Word on the street is that people in Atlanta are staging an uprising if I don't blog soon. I'm nothing if not a man of the people, so here you go. Let's see, since I last wrote, I turned three. It was a week-long celebration with a steady stream of parties, grandparents, and presents. We kicked things off three days before the big day when Granddaddy and Tena flew in to start celebrating. On Friday, I had a big party at school. Mommy brought in Thomas cupcakes for my entire class. It was so cool! It looked like one big cake, but it was really 12 cupcakes put together with Thomas, Percy, and James on top. Saturday morning was the big party! Matthew, Lauren, and Andrew came to my house for a Diego Rescue Adventure Party. We ate Chick-Fil-A nuggets, made animal visors, and went on an animal rescue adventure to find all kinds of animals who had gotten lost trying to make it to my birthday party! Once we finally rescued all of the camels, elephants, monkeys, and skunks that needed rescuing, we celebrated by decorating our very own train cakes. It was really cool. Then, on my actual birthday, we had a Lightning McQueen birthday cake! Really, it doesn't get much better than that.

Eating Lunch with Lauren

Making our Animal Visors

My best friend, Andrew, and the Train Cake Mommy Made

Blowing Out the Candles

The Train Cake I Made!

The Aftermath

I love presents

The Police Officer Costume Granddaddy Gave Me

(Mommy says I look like one of the Village People).