Imagination

One of my kids very favorite games right now is "doggies".  Everett is the only one who is not a dog.  He is in charge, and the three "doggies" follow him around and do what he tells them to do.  I love watching the things they come up with.  Yesterday Everett even made them a little dog house.  It's nice to have an older sibling to be the leader sometimes.  (As long as he's leading the girls to do good things--or at least not BAD or destructive things.)

Some more things kids say

As Lana's linguistic skills improve and develop, I have gotten some cute insights into how her little brain works.  Here are a couple from this week:

We had another plumbing problem.  (Poor Cary is learning a lot about plumbing this year.)  He once again removed a toilet.  He had been working in the upstairs bathroom when I took the kids up to get ready for bed.  I tucked Maddie and Gwyn in, and Lana and I started downstairs for her last feeding.  Lana looked into the bathroom, saw the hole in the floor, and said "Dada all gone!  Dada all gone!"  I reassured her that Dada was downstairs, and all was well.

Today we were having a snack.  Lana was a little slow eating her cheese puffs, so Gwyn asked if she could eat them.  I asked Lana if she wanted to give them to her sisters.  She said something like "No--two Gwyns can't have them."  Wow.  I think that's pretty creative.  I wondered how she thought of her sisters.

Maddie and Gwyn can obviously easily tell each other apart.  Everett sometimes asks them who they are or "Which one is Maddie?"  I think that he sometimes knows which one is which (perhaps by where they are sitting), but really can't tell them apart yet either.  I can often tell who is who just by their personalities, but if they are wearing identical clothing, I sometimes can't tell just by looking at them unless I find the freckle on Gwyn's cheek!  (So now you all don't feel so bad, right?)

Things kids say

Sometimes to help Lana eat, we pretend that the bite is an animal or vehicle of some sort. Today at lunch, Gwyn decided that one of her bites was a shark. She started in with the "Jaws Theme", but then decided that it was a little shark and repeated the theme in a higher register. I don't know if you've ever heard a baby shark before, but I sure wish I had a recording! Priceless.

Everett was putting forks on the table for everyone at dinner one night. He brought one over for me, and explained that it was the perfect fork for a "broken pancreas girl".

Little Bright Eyes is back

Lana is her happy, healthy self again.  In fact, I couldn't get her to stand still for a picture at all.  (I'm sure I did something wrong with the camera too, but you get the idea.)  It is wonderful to have her running around and giggling again.

 

Mistaken Identity?

Our neighbor Amy was at our house today when a friend called her on her cell phone.  She decided to let Maddie and Gwyn say hello, and told them to say their names.

Maddie: "My name is Maddie."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gwyn: "I'm the Nutcracker."

Sunshine and blessings

Lana is still weak, but perked up considerably this evening and ate some more real food (meaning real Lana food). Her Dada and Grandpa were able to give her a priesthood blessing this afternoon. I am so grateful to have the priesthood in my home, and in my childhood home.

We had some sunshine today, and it was SO NICE to be able to go out and play in the back yard without coats. Sunshine has a tremendous effect on how I feel. That, combined with Lana's blessing, has me feeling much better this evening.

Indicative of our current state

Lana is sick.  She had some kind of stomach bug, and pretty much didn't hold anything down yesterday.  So we took her to the ER at Children's.  Cary spent 8 hours there with her last night, most of which was waiting while administering tiny amounts of fluids.  When they were finally seen, the staff tried 4 times to put in an IV unsuccessfully and then sent them home with anti-nausea meds and some Pedialyte.  Yes, awful.

Thankfully today Lana has held down at least 18 oz. of fluids, and managed to get off the couch and play for a few minutes.  I was a mess yesterday until Cary took her.

This morning Cary and I were talking over the game plan for the day when we smelled something suspicious.   Cary was talking about the recommendations and cautions he had received the night before at the hospital and the need to follow up with the pediatrician today.  He said we needed to call the diaper.

I think I will call the diaper from now on.  It is much more fun than calling the doctor!

Would that be 1-800-STINKY?