What a Trooper

My dad commented this weekend how much of a trooper little Emma is.  It's true.  She defintely goes with the flow.  We have cut back a bit on Noah's busy special, but despite that, she is cruising in the car anywhere from 4-6 hours every day.  I took these pictures around 12:30 PM yesterday.  At this point, Emma had been strapped in her carseat or held by Momma since 8:30 AM.  As for Noah, he's of course got it down. Enjoying a "picnic" lunch on the backseat before therapy with Mer. 

And here's Emma. 

What's going on outside?

What is brother doing? 

He's pretty funny!

I love my family.

Sick. Sick. Sick.

Poor baby Emma. Things just went downhill after Wednesday. Thursday morning she was dripping eyes, mouth, nose. She was hoarse and coughing and running fever. She looked and felt totally pitiful.

I called late afternoon to schedule her an appointment first thing in the morning. The night was terrible. Dean was OOT, and my thinking was to sit in the steamy bathroom to help loosen snot and mucus to help her breath. It backfired as the hot steam spiked her temp to 103. Ugh. I spent most of the night nursing her on and off in the big blue chair.

By morning, Emma and I had both seen better days. I think I'm finally learning how to say "uncle," because I called in the G family for reinforcements. They arrived in numbers with a "why didn't you call is sooner," and watched Noah while I took Emma to the doctor. The verdict. Ear infection. The first diagnosed in the C family. Doctor thought the cause ... RSV. We left with an antibiotic script. After much sleep over the weekend, she seems to be on the mend.

Boo for sick babies.

Legos with Noah

On our trip to Target yesterday, I picked Noah up a small Lego set. Spongebob, of course. Noah has still never actually watched Spongebob, but for some reason very drawn to the characters.

Anyway, with Emma napping, Noah and I get to work. Instruction booklet in hand. It takes about 20 minutes, but we get together the Spongebob characters and boat. Keep in mind, I'm using the word "we" very loosely. Noah pretty much supervised the instruction following. Project complete, Noah takes all of about 10 seconds to examine my handiwork, then says, "want to make it again?"

Seriously? OK. Trying to embrace the quality alone time (napping Emma), I start to take the Lego masterpiece apart. Noah has been watching some Sesame Street lately. He's got it on the brain. He then says,

"Mom, what's the word of the day? Separate. What's separate mean? To break into pieces."

Great use of functional scripting, Noah.

Speaking of Sesame Street and scripting... Today he told me, "Mom, today we're going to talk about the word, conflict. Conflict means to plant flowers"

I think you've got your episodes mixed up buddy, but I like your commitment.

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Phone Purge Friday 02.03.12

Taking a cue from my friend Aunt B, here's my most recent iPhone favorites:

 Guess who's not ready for bed. 

A cow dressed as a firefighter? That's silly.

Emma and Pa Pa Harold. We love you so much Pa Pa.

Emma wearing one of Momma's old dresses. What a sweet face.

Playing "computer."

Big brother gives the tightest squeezes.

Little sister coming in for the hair pull.

Sitting pretty.

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And Our Special Activity... Gymnastics

Noah has gymnastics on Thursdays.  When I hear him reciting back the schedule of the day, I hear him say, "and, today... our special activity is... GYMNASTICS with Coach Beau.  For Mom's Day, I got to see first hand how much Noah, really loves his gymnastics class. 

Ready for gymnastics. 

It's very cool to see Noah do things that I didn't know he could do.

The rope swing required some concentration.

A little blurry, but notice the tongue and how much fun he is having.

 

Awesome forward roll.

Mom's Day

Mom's Day 2012. Sick Emma at home. Daddy ready to head out of town. And, a phone call from PaPa Harold sharing the terrible news of his disease.  This post remained in my drafts until the day I started creating my blog book. Major moment in my life.

Poor Baby

Oh no! Bad cold.


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