First day of school

We've come a long way since her first day back to school. Today she couldn't wait to get there!

Our trooper

Miss M has another ear infection, this time a double, and they are concerned that she is resistant to amoxicillin. Not the news that you want to hear about your four month old. However, despite her fairly constant ear infections, she remains the most smiley, happy baby. Even her sister says "hi smiley" when she sees her.

Miss M is growing up so fast, although she's the little sister, she is significantly bigger then her sister was at this age. She wore a sleeper the other day that E wore at 9 months old. M has discovered her hands and feet, and has a favorite giraffe toy. She sequels and makes the happiest noises, and has the tiniest pin-prick dimples when she smiles.

Its a Ca-zaster

E has coined the best new word Ca-zaster! Its a combination of Catastrophe and disaster. Its really the perfect word for a three year old. Most everything that happens to her could accurately be defined as a ca-zaster, particularly from her perspective.

Blame it on the Nazis

One of the disadvantages of having parents who are history buffs, and a dad who is a huge Captain America fan, is that your three year old knows about some random things. Things many three year olds probably aren't familiar with. This, along with a three year old who remembers EVERYTHING can lead to some funny situations.

We were driving to Minnesota a few weeks ago, and we noticed that the McDonalds in Baraboo had been torn down. We pointed it out to E, who said, "it must have been the Nazis." Both her dad and I tried to steer this conversation away from the topic, with a "no, Nazis are in comic books and history,they didn't destroy the McDonalds." But, she wasn't deterred, she spent the entire weekend telling everyone that the Nazis had destroyed the McDonalds.

Ingredients

For some reason, we decided to make Smores the other night. We didn't have an open fire, so we just used the microwave. Both Andy and I were excited to introduce E to Smores, since they are such a fun childhood thing. We showed her the process and held her up so that she could see the marshmallow grow in the microwave. It made me miss a year ago, when she would talk about "smarshmellows." When it was done, I handed it to her we had the following exchange:

E: Mommy, you know when we make cookies, we have ingredients.
A: Yes
E: Ingredients
A: We had ingredients for Smores, they were graham cracker, marshmallow, and chocolate
E: When we make cookies, I get to eat the ingredients
A: You are, they are right here
E: No, ingredients!
A: Do you not want a Smore, just the ingredients separately?
E: Yes!
A: Oh, ok, here you go
E: No marshmellow, and more chocolate?

Since that night, she's asked for "Ors" several times, it always takes me a minute to figure it out, since it also sounds a bit like more. Each time, she tries to negotiate for two pieces of chocolate. She hasn't succeeded yet, but I like that she keeps trying.

One huge change!

Well, its been awhile! We've had a huge change, the Queen Bean is no longer the only little girl in her house. Baby Sister M arrived on March 31, one week before we had planned on her arrival. In fact, aside from her room and clothes, nothing was very ready for her arrival. Since she was scheduled for April 8, 2013, we just assumed she'd come as planned. We were totally floored when my water broke around 10:30 on March 30. We rushed out of the house (no hospital bag, no camera) and dropped E off at my parents (no bag packed for her either). Since we were getting ready for Easter, E rushed out past the hidden eggs, and we grabbed her basket on the way out the door. In fact, when we talked to my dad later, he asked if he could go to our house in the morning and pick up her shoes!

We got to the hospital, and as expected, M was still breech. So we waited. We had a lovely family evening on March 30 with an early Easter celebration at Great Gramma's house. Unfortunately, this meant that I had eaten too recently for surgery, so we waited, then we waited for the anesthesiologist, then we waited for an operating room. Once we were in, M's birth seemed to go faster then E's. I do wonder if just being fit into the other deliveries of the night, rather then scheduled makes them hurry! E was born just after 3 am. I got a glimpse of our beautiful girl (she didn't slime me like her sister) and then she was off to be examined.

The operating rooms have changed since E's birth, now the mom can see the examination room while on the operating table. The examined her for quite some time. I found out later from Andy that they wouldn't let him in the exam room, he stood outside the door and had to listen to her cry. He finally insisted that he be allowed in, and they let him. Turns out Miss M. suffered from her breech position more then her sister. M's entire left side was pretty squished, and most alarming to the medical staff, her left leg was swollen to about three times the size of her right leg, and she didn't seem able to move it. Her left foot was bent all the way back and was parallel to her leg. Her left arm also moved a bit funny, and her left ear and eye were visibly squished.

Grandma Ama met us in the recovery room, and got to see baby M. I wasn't in the mood to let anyone else hold her, so I don't think Ama got a turn until the next day. We started debating names, since we were planning on having another week to pick one out. Ama probably went home around 4:30 in the morning, and we moved up to our room around 6. The nurse was very sweet and took our baby girl (no name yet) for a few hours so we could sleep.

Between visitors on the 31st, we debated her name, front runners were Violet and Sophia but neither really seemed right. I don't remember how we handled introducing her to E without a name, but we obviously did, since she didn't have a name until April 1! E was amazing and so excited to meet her sister, she had a huge grin on her face the whole time she was at the hospital. While I stayed for four days, she spent two nights with Ama and Ada, one with Grandma and Grandpa and one with her dad. We even had a movie party at the hospital for her, with E and M in matching PJs.

Mommy's baby

When I picked E up from daycare yesterday one of her teachers came over and said, "hi, I just had to see how you were doing." turns out that in the morning, E had informed her "mommy had her baby this morning, she didn't go to the hospital. It was pretty bad."

I was actually a little surprised that I didn't hear anything from daycare sooner!