|Lil came out of the bathroom with hair doodles for herself and for Ellie the other day. She was quite proud of herself as she put the bow in the Bean's hair and made it stand up. ;o)|
That said, she seems to be far perkier and more chipper today. I'm blaming the tooth. The fever is MUCH lower and she is continuing to leak like a sieve on the drool front. It's gotta be a tooth, right? RIGHT?!?
There really wasn't much going on today, otherwise. Tomorrow's the biggie since both girls will have well baby/child visits tomorrow--that fever had better be gone!--first thing in the morning. Oh joy. Is there anything more delightful than sitting and waiting around a ped's office with two squirrely children? How in the WORLD am I going to keep Miss Busy contained? Oh dear lord...I'm NOT looking forward to that. I envision much screeching as I try to keep her OFF the floor. HELP!
Lil should be no problem at this point. She used to scream every time she saw the nurses (from the time she was four months on--seriously--until last year) and I know she's apprehensive about going. I'm not sure, but I'm fairly certain she won't have to get any shots tomorrow. I'm not so certain about the finger prick, though. I haven't mentioned it, on the off-chance she won't have to have it. Keep your fingers crossed.
Ellie should have no shots tomorrow, thank goodness. I'm predicting she's not much bigger than 16 pounds. Lil was around there at 9 months, and since Ellie's a peanut like her big sister, I think it's a fairly safe guess.
Lil is around 33 pounds and 40" tall. I'm not sure where that falls on the growth charts, but I'm willing to guess peanut-y. ;o) Once again I'll say it. I have NO idea how Brien and I spawned such dinky kiddos since neither of us are in the least bit dinky. We have petite family members (GG, Jen, Lissie, Jessie), but we aren't by any stretch of the imagination. I suppose they could surprise us and have MAJOR growth spurts, but I really don't see that happening.
I don't worry because I know they both eat very well, they get plenty of rest, and except for the fevers the Bean has had recently, are both quite disgustingly healthy. (An aside, it's amazing just how healthy we all are now that no one is going to a school environment every day. I'm typically sick with some sort of upper respiratory thing from October through March. I've had one cold this year, and it wasn't nasty like the ones I usually get. Who knew there were even more bennies to this SAHM gig?) They're just small--and there's not a thing in the world wrong with that. :oP
1. My bathrooms are sparkly and smell good too. I just LOVE the aroma of pink grapefruit and it makes a lovely bathroom cleaning agent. :o)
2. Did I mention the pink grapefruit? Yeah, I also put a bit of the essential oil on a tissue I then sucked up in the vacuum. The air was fresh and crisp as I went about the vacuuming today.
3. A Beanie that's feeling better.
4. Chatting with Robin. I don't know what I'm going to do in the afternoons when she starts back to work...Eek!
5. Another card made. Woo hoo!
6. There were some snow flurries during lunch today. :o)
7. Being home and not having to worry about teaching on a day when I'm so sleep deprived I can barely function. Again, another benefit I hadn't considered...
Sometimes I wonder if I only dreamt my time with Hannah--it's seems so far away and illusion-y. I've lost the frustrations and strains of daily life, the beauty and love and daily observances of the extraordinary and am left with soft, subtle memories. I KNOW she drove me batty with her theatrics and drama, I KNOW she loved to be cuddled and snuggled and adored, but I can't REMEMBER. I mean, I remember, I know it happened, but I can't remember the feel, the frustration, the love, the EMOTION. Does that make sense?
I can't remember the feelings of being with her, the intensity, the love, the way she felt in my arms, the way she smelled. I'll have glimpses of the feeling of holding her when Lil throws herself on me and wraps her arms around me and squeezes so tightly, but it's not the same. It's like a mirage in the desert--it's there, in the distance, and when I try to reach for it, it's gone.