Sick, With Kids

Saturday 2:30pm - Libby starts throwing up & having diarrhea

Sunday morning, 4am - Emma gets sick

Sunday 3pm - Mommy gets sick

Monday morning, 3am - Daddy gets sick

Meanwhile, Chucky's sister and her husband got sick on Sunday also (her baby and Libby go to day care together). Amy, Kevin, Chucky and Kate had all gone out until 12:30 Saturday night - you know, just to make everything worse with little sleep and a few beers mixed in.

Ugh. Little kids just throw up wherever they are. My washing machine has definitely been worth every penny this weekend.

Now aren't you glad I shared all this information!

9 Months

Libby is nine months today. Agghhhhh! My little baby is almost crawling. I won't know what to do with a mobile baby! We took her to the doctor this morning, her ear is totally healed and she weighs 20 pounds, 6 ounces and is 28 inches long. She is in the 75-90% for weight and 50-75 for length. That means she is a little long for her age . . . and a lot heavy for her age! The doctor asked if she could pick things up, and I said yes, she can feed herself! The doctor said "Yes, I see that food is not a problem!" Libby was only wearing her diaper, and her big belly and her tire-thighs were being giggled at by all of us. Libby's new foods: stuffing, turkey, grilled cheese, hamburger meat, broccoli, fruit bar, and pretty much anything soft! She has almost figured out the sippy cup, and made a crazy face the first time she tasted grape juice. She babbles, sometimes waves her whole arm and shows her one tooth with her big grin and adorable laugh. She rolls over onto her tummy sometimes to sleep, loves blankets (plays peek-a-boo with them), and still thinks her toes are good snacks. I need to take more pictures of her . . .

Snow!

I don't throw like a girl.


Maggie, Emma, Chucky. The picture is from a distance as I stand in the house. Too cold for mommy! I love having the excuse that I have to stay inside with Libby.

Saturday was quite a frusterating day for Emma. She watched by the window as it snowed on and off all day, and finally around 3pm it started to stick. She got her snowsuit on and I bundled her up. Chucky took her outside for an hour of play. There wasn't much snow to play in, but it was great for making snowballs.
Sunday morning she was pulling on her boots before breakfast. We convinced her to eat first, then Chucky grumpily took her outside - on the coolest morning we had seen a while, about 17 degrees. They walked around and discovered the snow was now just like powder, it wasn't wet. They couldn't make snowballs . . . or a snowman. Emma has been asking every day when it was going to snow, I was so happy for her that it had finally snowed, and now she can't make a snowman! Bummer.
We took her to Amy, Kevin, Maggie and Mason's house for lunch, then she and Maggie rode on the sleigh as Kevin pulled them with the truck. Meanwhile their dalmation ran around the backyard with part of a dead turkey. Gross. Emma and Maggie went out about three times and never could build a snowman. It takes a great amount of patience to bundle up a three year that wants to do it all herself, long johns, pants, shirt, sweater, snowsuit, boots, hat, gloves. At least it has snowed and maybe she will stop asking me when it will snow!

Tent

Notice that Emma has made a pile for herself and a pile for Libby. Two girls in a tent:

Look What My Kid Can Do, Part 2

Drawn by Emma Oliver, age 3.5 years

My favorite part is the hair! It looks like Emma (and mommy) when she wakes up in the morning.

Big Bike

Bike, training wheels, helmet, bandaids, warm day in January - we are ready!

New Year's Day

Libby woke up today with a tooth! She can eat puffs, cheerios, green beans (real ones), mashed potatoes, bread, ham . . . and the best part is she can feed herself! She has also started holding her own bottle. Yes, she loves to eat!

New Year's Eve

I woke up Monday morning, saw the weather forecast, and decided today was the only day left to go shopping, since I had to take the girls, and the mall I needed to go to is an outdoor mall. I needed to take my new bracelet to the jewelry store to get sized. At this particular mall, there is a small train that weaves its way around, ringing a bell and blowing a horn so all the children are sure to beg for a ride. There is no track, so often you are scooting out of its way and your kids are waving to it and begging for a ride. I told Emma that if she was good while we were shopping, we could ride the train. I think we actually spent more time looking for and using the restrooms than we did shopping. When we finally boarded the train, I thought she might burst. Before it ever started moving she was squealing with delight. Here are the faces of two excited little girls:

Happy New Year, everyone! In 2008 may you experience something that makes you want to squeal with delight.