tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11023783846397303142024-02-06T23:33:00.690-08:00Faith Precedes the MiraclesBonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.comBlogger144125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-47775441399009202742017-12-06T23:14:00.000-08:002017-12-06T23:14:21.624-08:00AnswersIt's been a long while since the last post but I knew it was time to start up again.<br />
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Q and I went down to Seattle Children's Hospital again on Monday in another attempt to figure out what the heck is going on. This time we were seeing a genetic doctor. So far the last year we have seen: urology, nephrology, neurology, allergy, ophthalmology, auditory, psychiatry, and GI. I walked in hoping for answers but expecting to once again walk away disappointed. Most of the specialist couldn't explain what's been going on or offer any insight. A couple had passed us on to genetics. Now, HERE we were...at genetics. After a six month wait for our appointment we were not disappointed.<br />
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I gave the genetic counselor as complete a family history as I had and waited for them to tell me it was nothing and they couldn't help. The doctor came in and knew exactly what was going on. FINALLY! He said Q has something called Hypermobility EDS (Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome) which accounts for his hypotonia (low muscle tone), autonomic instability (dizziness, headaches, auras, pain episodes, etc), gastro-intestinal problems and anxiety. Everything that we thought was RND (reflex neurovascular dystrophy) is actually EDS. Add in the trauma our family has experienced the last two years and boom - you have Q's current state of health.<br />
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Eight years we have been trying to figure out what is wrong with our boy and we finally have a solid diagnosis. I feel so much lighter now. It feels so good to have a legitimate explanation for what has been going on. It's NOT all in our heads, and Q isn't making this stuff up.<br />
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He doesn't need any limitations aside from no dead lifting or cross fit types of exercise. And no yanking on his extremities. Mainly he needs to empower his body and learn what his limitations are and honor them. Overdoing himself is a bad idea. The doctor recommended; biofeedback (luckily Q is already on the wait list for that), the pain clinic (also already on the 1 year wait list), acupuncture (HAHAHAHA! Yeah right! My 7 year old who's terrified of needles?), hydrotherapy, warm heat packs, continuing with GI, Occupational and physical therapy. Lucky for us, we have already been on the right track for his treatment, we just didn't know what was wrong. I'm unsure if this diagnosis will inform his practitioners on their treatment, but it sure is great to have answers!<br />
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Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-15630846184357521752017-12-06T22:44:00.000-08:002017-12-06T23:18:09.390-08:00Crazy Day never posted back in 2012Last week Q, E and I were finishing up an appointment at the osteopath in Seattle when I started seeing 'snow.' Not real snow, but the 'no signal on the tv' type of snow. It was pretty distracting when I was trying to write a check for the appointment and have a discussion with the receptionist. I sat down on the couch and let Q play for a while as I waited to see if it would go away. As I sat there I discovered that it wasn't actually black and white static but ripples of color in my field of vision. It was on the right side in both eyes, in the exact same pattern! That told me that it wasn't on or in my eyes themselves but in my brain! This was going to be pretty annoying if it was here to stay.<br />
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I decided that I could drive home because I could see around it. About that time I started getting a headache. As I got the kids in the car I called one of my doctors to inquire if this might be a side effect of the new medication I was on. About this time my eyes cleared and were fine. The nurse was quite alarmed, told me to get off the road and then determined that I needed to go straight to the walk-in clinic. I was quite unhappy with this as I had both of my children with me and this was the FIRST time I had ventured out with <i>both</i> of them on my own. I didn't want to add another stop (long one, and in my opinion unnecessary) to our morning. She talked me into it anyway, but I still called Ian to see if he had an opinion. Unbeknownst to me, my symptoms got immediate attention and I didn't have to wait to see someone. Due to the fact that I have a blood clotting condition, currently being treated by blood thinners, the likelihood of something happening in my brain was very likely. Plus I was right, the visual phenomenon was a nerve/brain thing rather than within the eye. The amazingly kind and thorough Dr was great with my tired Q (who insisted on getting his reflexes checked as well as Momma's). He explained to me that I was going to get an MRI that day to see what was going on.</div>
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Great! I'm thinking. I have a 2 year old and a newborn an hour away from home with no one to come take care of them. Luckily the MRI got scheduled 3 hours out so I had time to rush home and find a sitter.<br />
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Funny thing. Actually getting to lay down was such a relief when I went in for the test I just sat there enjoying the rest.</div>
Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-39037262508201176822017-12-06T22:40:00.000-08:002017-12-06T22:40:48.271-08:00Thanksgiving 2011<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI14MImuZgvVnHt8qn8WIzI8pHGo5vF4teID10V6DDL7X6VbvIQCLGuw9EXkhXEff9tKp2qrsFD5otXwfkCuW4ug7TJkSTILnkpVEHl13KcfRGeNuNxVhsGx0Qd2YeQbWCVuUYMNffvS8/s1600/IMG_0319.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689516632837911602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI14MImuZgvVnHt8qn8WIzI8pHGo5vF4teID10V6DDL7X6VbvIQCLGuw9EXkhXEff9tKp2qrsFD5otXwfkCuW4ug7TJkSTILnkpVEHl13KcfRGeNuNxVhsGx0Qd2YeQbWCVuUYMNffvS8/s320/IMG_0319.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 239px;" /></a><br />
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Ian's brothers Nowell and Nate were there visiting with their families so it was like a half family reunion. On the day before we went out visiting the local parks with Nate and Katie while the rest went to Vancouver for the day. Q was deliriously happy to be playing with other boys (except for those times when he was cranky), and got lots of exercise. Ian and I did too because on top of the hiking on our own we had to cart around a 30 lb almost 2 year old after about an hour.<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689516609758593282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiazAawaksYpQQQSVWhg9Je8oor_Flz_Y_8W9R39KLkCE1rYsa5KtOK6xP8DAMsNDCJFkiQFw1wD_P2o66hnFuU38Y0lCGrthrq-_KefLQZLeC-1fFYbb3CmNicKsFSxz2rwQQk89Vq25k/s320/IMG_0331.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 239px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689516601165144098" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhke13DW9Ud3M_elGsf_lrn5bTNUADzXhQFqWS6L-gQeIhmSC9OjaJ6lR9gPVEO6MTiCgcENbCjwMtAzh_sxiAOT-N3QD0pTG8coGDIR99Fkp3LshM8mXGmJ-oFnuDq7QQdUuJ_28c5zm0/s320/IMG_0329.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 239px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" />Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-3223799151032710922012-06-23T17:45:00.005-07:002012-06-23T17:45:53.379-07:00Father's Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A week or two ago a sister at church stopped me in the parking lot to tell me how touched she had been during the closing song of Sacrament meeting. She looked up and saw Ian walking and cradling E and tenderly singing the closing song to her. It made her day.<br />
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My friend Juanita told me that a little trampoline was the best purchase she had made for her kids. I happened to find one last week for a great price and Q has already gained loads of coordination! And he's loving bouncing! He can bounce on both feet or one, already! He loves jumping onto it from the couch.<br />
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Of course I didn't pull the camera out until he was getting tired (again!) but I did get some cute footage. My favorite part is "Good job, Momma! Good job!" How adorable is that? And with a thumbs up!<br />
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At three months old our little E has DOUBLED her birthweight! Wow. She ain't starving, eh?<br />
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She's also laughing and giggling. Here's a clip of playing with Daddy.<br />
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It is definite now that E is allergic to strawberries. When I eat them she is screaming, writhing and not sleeping or eating for days. Bummer. I'm noticing that my diet is seriously hampered without any dairy as well.<br />
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Ian and I have been a bit mystified by Q's refusal to pray with us. We've had about 10 Family Home Evening lessons on what prayer is, what it looks like, why we pray and what it looks like. Ian went up to his parents house last weekend and discovered that Q will pray if everyone is in a circle holding hands! Oh happy day! I was getting worried about my sweet boy.<br />
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I discovered this last week that playing primary songs in the car calms my kids down for long drives. That's lovely since they HATE their carseats!Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-40177525957399276352012-05-10T15:46:00.003-07:002012-05-10T15:48:10.784-07:00Emmeline's Photo Shoot<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Emmeline in her blessing gown.Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-69302918957869336222012-05-10T15:22:00.001-07:002012-05-10T15:22:38.407-07:00Two MonthsEmmeline had her 2 month check up last week. She had gained 6 ounces in one week! She weighed in at 14 pounds 6 ounces! And she's gained 1 to 1 1/2 inches since birth, depending on how you count her birth measurements. She was 23.5 inches long! For her 2 month birthday she's graduated to size 2 diapers. Already!<br />
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A friend shared on Sunday how excited she was to finally figure out what E reminded her of ...a Cabbage Patch Doll! My cute little punkin is quite a chunk. She's got really kissable cheeks!Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-30894766455497868112012-04-01T18:36:00.004-07:002012-04-06T20:05:35.369-07:00My Babes<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">At one month old my little Emmeline is measuring in at almost 13 lbs. That's almost 5 lbs over birthweight! Good grief! At about 2 weeks old she became voraciously hungry and hasn't slowed down since.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">We've noticed a general sense of discomfort in her demeanor as she's almost constantly wiggling and grunting, so this week I'm trying to go off dairy to see if that helps. It has seemed to help as long as I remember. It's easy to remember not to drink milk or eat cheese or yogurt. It's not so easy to remember to avoid cheese crackers, milkshakes or when it's an ingredient. We pay for it when I forget, so that's helping me to remember.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ljbPAuDUXsT9dbbjpHuTf99LrD4-4T3ytxlNgCKGLLElBaRb5gw_gsvowh1uP7zUvuVWo54HivcWk1aGEYHQA4fulrRAbQNJk6vbgaeHnn3gJFDVDphYajgYSmp9Vd6XT6YnSxobqwA/s400/iphone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728489048070941858" /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">Quintin seems to have grown by leaps and bounds the last month. Whe</span><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: left; ">n we came home from the hospital his vocabulary seemed to have doubled! He has such a sense of humor now and says hilarious things.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><ul><li><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Anything with wheels is a 'bicle' and he walks around answering 'No Way!' to most questions. Sometimes he says "Su-ure."</span></li><li><span style="font-size: 100%; ">He cracks up making faces with you and has started playing a little bit of 'pretend.' </span></li><li><span style="font-size: 100%; ">He interacts with the tv now and has to come to me to discuss the latest dilemma on a show that he's watching. "Uh-oh Momma, tapir home!" "Oh-no Momma, snake gone?"</span></li><li><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Not long ago I asked "Quintin, what are you doing?" and he responded "Nuthin." HA! My 2 year old is already starting!</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-size: 100%; ">He's truly turned into a ham when people have come over (lots of helpers coming this last month). They walk in the door and he starts showing off!</span></li><li><span style="font-size: 100%; ">While he's talking he interjects "um" into his sentences!</span></li><li><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Whenever he sees one of our phones he immediately pipes up "Game! Game! Game - phone!"</span></li><li><span style="font-size: 100%; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcwU2YB7N-EU2ruhFNbZRM-u834Flfbc-VEmy01sesvwQ3hC92bNitIEwBw6PHw9T81shnMotHYsg3cIvwRJv0rfHsiUUvwImuC-O60D9yvigcyXzMVALm-SIVpyAkQJYP6ZKSB4i0e4w/s400/iphone1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728489057968651634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></li></ul></div></div>Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-81159436358590883882012-03-18T19:20:00.007-07:002012-04-06T08:42:01.131-07:00Emmeline's Arrival<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; ">Well, so much for my hopes of an easier recovery this time around...</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-N8RuGIL8WgbXD_ZHp2pEhSYTnKYE4QMx8-gvNBahsr9t1KcmKbjonjd__ko_YuhyTmk5Ch_kub5aWtCAebU5C7RC75py2BPo2GZZCMhPOrrwKFReemaeo8IYhccJ0C3tTHEU96bybVw/s400/IMG_0037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728088899612708706" /></span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Emmeline made her debut on Tuesday, February 28th at 7:54 AM. Our little spitfire was wailing before they even had her out of my tummy. Curiously I did indeed have polyhydramnios again. When they opened the sack the pressure release actually shifted her and they had to use the vacuum on her hairy head to get her out. They measured about 3 liters of amniotic fluid when all was said and done. My doctor commented on it several times.</span></div><span><span style="font-size: 100%; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">I was surprised to hear that she weighed in at the same weight as Quintin, 8 lb 10 oz. But even more surprising was her length; 22.5 inches long. Giant baby! She's certainly started out long and skinny.</span></span><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIWgm5EiET7bx7azN_9npWga5dOr-QSnXx4KvY-6gUCCZP0RiuR93EuqXa2vNk51NIDmXA7i_CbCUv0sTMcOZ3HHRO0WVjYZOtUG900eTBx11Ir_wFP9B267hLUZ6EbU4frxVlReVszb4/s400/IMG_0064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728089258917002882" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; ">I was not fond of the yucky meds I had to take. Even though it was kind of cool that I could feel my feet but no pain, in general I felt </span><b style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; ">awful;</b><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; "> general disorientation, nausea, and I was vomiting during the procedure. Let me tell you, that's not fun when you're flat on your back! It took me hours to feel undrugged. I had to have others put her on me in recovery and try to breastfeed because I was so weak and shaky. Much to our delight she latched to the nipple shield right away. I was so excited. She defiinitely got some colostrum in her first few days, the normal way.</span></div></div><div><div><div><span><span style="font-size: 100%; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZz6gcDyqBtPiYVK81V9VXxCuUsjUOS6cty9qZYYYsYy6_h2L2J-V7LJ9gq5P2hIvCPfJoqRo7og_0AygKqjy8yolUGiND4a9N97gOkNDTQQ4tCZxVLLWh6kV8mmCZ3dQDWfEYaD6vvho/s400/IMG_0048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728088906297179490" /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; ">My recovery was horrid. Much worse than last time. My stomach was so bloated afterwards I looked like I was still about 6 months pregnant. This alarmed me, plus it hurt to even touch my stomach. In addition my GI system stopped, this was what caused the bloating according to them. I was in so much pain I was terrified of what would happen when it started working again. All the staff and doctors were telling me that all of this was common for a repeat C-section...everything was stretched out more. None of my friends every said that. I was so hot from hormonal something the first day I could hardly handle having a sheet over me, poor Ian was freezing. Plus being on my back for so long I was itching like crazy. I was also lucky to get even 4 hours of sleep a day while in the hospital, and once I got home. I was several days after I got home before I got a decent amount of sleep. Lucky for me my ob is LDS, so he and Ian gave E and I blessings after the delivery.</span></div></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILhwmCylPS4tSSw0yRzqsULUV8AGFzlzrBEr8HNidG-VPSUNPB-qUieVmePgk_brF2xcq2QSHmwIByAoX_iNQScBKW2NR_3GFd6RUmUjY_cyQtv7jo_E0qjxV6go1kkkNgtGtKS_N3Ms/s400/IMG_0061.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728088929150352434" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; ">I was afraid to leave the hospital before some of those things started acting normally again. They had started the blood thinners again about 12 hours after the procedure. They took the staples out Friday morning and I started leaking blood in my incision Friday afternoon (during the echocardiogram they were doing on Emmeline to identify the heart murmur they had heard that morning). This also had not happened before. All they did was apply a pressure bandage and call it good. Well, it didn't turn out to be good. I've now been back to the doctors office (1 hour away) about 4 times for the incision to be checked and re-bandanged. It continued to bleed out and actually opened back up again. I got so sick of paper tape residue on my tummy! Luckily it hasn't gotten infected and won't. They say it's a 2 week set back, I'm now at the point I should have been when I came home.</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0c3TSn_fYUBTfWwDkJ5gL4mG2OYdHAq0q9NWNl_hElntlbXWIGO8UUbmlFY_bX5QmckzAnPqXQsrPXDmbEUq06x8_Um8BMWKO6nCWrJ83CkvqLghW0d0f9zBKKZy2Bo-kM_AdKwIP0Q/s400/IMG_0056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728088922147244274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; ">Emmeline's breastfeeding abilities deteriorated after a few days. She chewed instead of sucking so I relented and gave her a bottle. Luckily I only have to pump 4 times a day to keep up with her needs. We've been to lactation and now also a cranial osteopath to try to help her. She's still chewing, but we are hoping for improvement, soon. After two weeks she's already 1 lb over birth weight. I'd say she's getting enough to eat! I'm also back to pre-pregnancy weight so I'm happy. Once my GI tract started again my tummy went away.</span></div></div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5kV1dgQiBp2n9EdEbskPZ1LqzTw662YPffA04DrwqOspSznyt-9Jrp-ilzjraOYDTwJf6TwOJEj_4AwMXEwEwoMVihU-AKShKosbigPZYANORtCmBf0GF05r39DCtJSSkmR3etquLUzY/s400/IMG_0050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728088912210523154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; ">The cardiologists at Children's Hospital said E's heart murmur was nothing to worry about after saying otherwise before we were discharged. Good news; just wish we hadn't had to drag all of us to Seattle to hear it.</span></div></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">So Momma and baby are doing much better. I feel like I can finally relax and start enjoying my children now. Dr. appointments are all done. Quintin loves his new sister. He couldn't stop talking about the baby for the first week or two. What a relief.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">This next week is her baby blessing. :)</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLnkXiEtInPeaDAh1IlBDv7APSn2g37zTrg4ffBUnlP1OuA26mGbersDkvTtIaOAOaDA6eh-3JuPEPrAa43W03gmcCo4PK-N-kod7H_TiT0458G3Ezn9uIAiY2l5hLf-bVfAd45ETq7oE/s400/IMG_0068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728089268304571394" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div></div>Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-67989595216758392332012-03-18T19:18:00.008-07:002012-04-06T18:47:47.046-07:00Ups and Downs<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmcw9lKhrN8oQhpbF6aBvBytFcp54pe1LtSpYinTPr7GNwMVH9FYnqsNkP_AWwX9BQONdYKK8XYxtF-NJVfB0VEodkQcTIeNRxaFR5LRqi21mwffRbpmOpGpDUPitlCrIwv0VS1iw5rc/s400/IMG_2372_web2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726546061394212146" /><span style="font-size: 100%; ">UP: My friend Desiree asked me recently if I'd be willing to pose for her photography hobby practice. Sure! I wouldn't mind maternity photos! She's going to do newborn photos as well. So here's her awesome work sprinkled throughout my post!</span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmcw9lKhrN8oQhpbF6aBvBytFcp54pe1LtSpYinTPr7GNwMVH9FYnqsNkP_AWwX9BQONdYKK8XYxtF-NJVfB0VEodkQcTIeNRxaFR5LRqi21mwffRbpmOpGpDUPitlCrIwv0VS1iw5rc/s1600/IMG_2372_web2.JPG" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; text-align: left; font-size: medium; "></a></div><span><span style="font-size: 100%; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSXSgkh2pq7GhWFojwHQ4TulCZKmdR7GnFGHD1FjfSEk5m8xQRU5z6nJ1htLYdsTKdjy6YtKIeV1j3hgOYEpBB4hs5_bOVI1Bsu5pDfPEjaPTPMdFlXREppYmMV6JaMdZsmzyDu9MaVC0/s400/IMG_2367_web2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726546051440356194" /></span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><span style="text-align: left; "><span style="font-size: 100%;">DOWN: Lately I've been baffled at the number of my friends who are suffering with spousal abuse. It has been a challenge to "let go" and not try to solve their problems or rescue them. It's also been a bit overwhelming to not be bogged down with the sadness and frustration that their situations stirs in my heart for women I love. This year has truly been a multitude of </span>opportunities<span style="font-size: 100%;"> for me to glimpse the problems of different marriages. ~adding to my overall perspective</span></span><span style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">, I guess. I pray that they will find peace and resolution, soon, as well as divine intervention.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_tsyMRRPMVoWHI7XDIkOp1qkaVeyj3ZtwdTqz8KflBKVpYLdOt_whi68GQUwLaZBupPTh0sRbW2pAXfGC-11bkElEHif0NMKMH0dq9hR8FrWvdifSCK8-UHBQUCu8qE9N9aUDUIlGE0/s400/IMG_2345_web2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726546049564356498" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></div></div><div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; ">UP: At the last check, Emmeline's polyhydramnios is better. Here's hoping she doesn't have muscle problems!</span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"></span></span><span><span style="font-size: 100%; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB5nu5YJUUOheUOh9ahn-vk77Itn3FKIiBSNjzKTY6wjkm0TR0Exfcp1gPDig77gfy82tgy9pkS03mcBUa6LoFSt7COrXCMV3EIQjE38rztGp1eeoNhtg4UT_7TYwIYX-7E41Q71dZvZo/s400/IMG_2383_web2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726546073634429154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; ">DOWN: I found out the morning of my baby shower (T minus 10 days to baby) that a boy in Q's nursery class had been diagnosed with whooping cough. AND he had been vaccinated. Thus began several hours of phone tag with my Ob's office, the county health department nurse and Q's Dr office. Plaaaah! Not coincidentally Q had started some strange symptoms that VERY morning. His nose started running, the phlegm in his throat was actually altering his voice! I was terrified of the implications. My OB had explained how fatal pertussi</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; text-align: left; ">s is to a newborn. I didn't want to be quarantined from my little boy, or anything like unto it! The CHD nurse was extremely thorough and helpful. She arranged for Ian and my Dr to prescribe antibiotics immediately, then advised on how to get Q's antibiotics since his Dr office was NOT responding, nor would they according to her. He and I packed up and went straight to the Everett Clinic Walk-In where they deliberated on his insurance vs. our precario</span><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: left; ">us situation (ie expecting baby). They decided to take him, but we then had to sit in the waiting room for 2 hours to be the last on the list to be seen. They had asked for him to wear a mask (pshaa!) and keep away from other people ( double pshaa!). Right. My 2 year old social butterfly? That didn't happen. Anyway, since I had the CHD recommendation EVERYONE took us seriously and did exactly as asked. We all got our antibiotics so ENSU</span><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: left; ">RE baby E's safety on her arrival. Interestingly, I learned that most vaccines are only 80-90% effective. So, even though we had all been vaccinated, we could still get it.</span></div></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">What a stressful afternoon that was! It got so late that Ian actually had to meet me at the clinic to take Q and pick up our prescriptions so I could get to the baby shower on time! And it was raining so hard we were drenched just getting to the car. Two days la<span style="font-size: 100%; ">ter Ian got REALLY sick...good thing he was already on meds.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhut-bSD8RJ-FtgNk5dgBRkPWLpFJ619Wbe83d8fTZBRT6EZvQrmGg9i1DPgQAE4PBWicwQoUrfeGrVso7fmJRSLr_wtQd4qjhZUCcsQxONCv9YpYTzsNX6RtdOwIKdm-YsB90NMenjwGw/s400/IMG_2355_web2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726546051108372130" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">UP: Desiree also put on my baby shower! What a dear! She put a lot of work into it as well. Her decorations were adorable, lots of yummy homemade food, and great activity. Instead of the traditional silly games she prepared a craft. Everyone got to decorate a onesie with iron-on fabric. I thought it was awesome, and they were all adorable! Some very creative ladies came!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">UP: Also, my cousins C<span style="font-size: 100%; ">arl and Chris from the Portland area surprised me by coming up that night! I was shocked to see them walk in the door! I got to meet their baby Chance, as well as Ronin, Pete and Sarah's new baby. Sadly, I couldn't hang out with the</span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">m the rest of the weekend since we had the whooping cough scare, so they partied with other relatives the rest of the weekend.</span></div></div></div></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Thank you Desiree for all your work! It was all beautiful and very well done!</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmcw9lKhrN8oQhpbF6aBvBytFcp54pe1LtSpYinTPr7GNwMVH9FYnqsNkP_AWwX9BQONdYKK8XYxtF-NJVfB0VEodkQcTIeNRxaFR5LRqi21mwffRbpmOpGpDUPitlCrIwv0VS1iw5rc/s1600/IMG_2372_web2.JPG" style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYRCjSdhFJYjpPwoRagxIvmUr2pjughASVRDDQt8ftjXvIZtfu2whXU0lBAevmD7EbAAaDxusavusKOwKUFO2dNP9m7YI_B4FJDAVoypCrpsFPGVAZ9w58XBc2cHpQuWh-kknrQv6d-UY/s400/IMG_0017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728467637831532114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span><div style="text-align: left; "><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span><b>UP: On our last visit to Children's Urology for Q we learned that his dilation is actually reducing. Yeah! Not much left to worry about there. They will still monitor him, but nothing to worry about. </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><b><o:p></o:p></b></p><p style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "></p></div></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmcw9lKhrN8oQhpbF6aBvBytFcp54pe1LtSpYinTPr7GNwMVH9FYnqsNkP_AWwX9BQONdYKK8XYxtF-NJVfB0VEodkQcTIeNRxaFR5LRqi21mwffRbpmOpGpDUPitlCrIwv0VS1iw5rc/s1600/IMG_2372_web2.JPG" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7iZ44dHOvsvFTD9q1RQ4cM8MVlOZ3rQsZUXdIItITH8TtCr_5p3AkUuW25U3gx7mcgeA9CxHlKWC81ePYdtMhWQact7YJy7I7Y9CWHhpHUeg9RHBC_jcLPUUJYIwGe5fM7GMxQI_IV14/s400/IMG_0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728467652597433570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center; "><span style="text-align: left; ">These are pictures of the amazing blue spotted hermit crab in the Whale floor aquarium.</span></div></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Oh, and I forgot...UP: I died my hair purple. I've always wanted to do a fun color and since I had nothing coming up I would feel silly doing with purple hair I did it. It was fun. And temporary.</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFHnoXUd4dcNgZ_uS23lW9uegwImWAvU1mRaOTc_biapHUdGOmohCM6PQr5LbYCC37vbGBNiIhFZ9suVXTuyfSthrV2rkmbqNhm7Nd9ruRtXYvyuMPlQRw2EL5Pb3h4ZBe4LGS9C6OYE/s400/IMG_0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728463524048670242" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div></div>Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-71389894790088294452012-02-09T16:22:00.000-08:002012-02-09T17:10:29.455-08:00So there's good news, and there's bad news.The good news is we've picked a first name for our little girl. This in fact makes her seem more real. I think she's been waiting quite a while for us to commit, poor thing. Back in the fall I was skimming through the new LDS Relief Society book and saw the name Emmeline (4th RS Pres) and it totally hit me. I mean, it hit me. I took note, but I wasn't really sold on it. I do like uncommon names because I don't want my kid to be the 3rd Sarah in their class at school or anything like that. Later my sister told me how we actually have an Emeline in our family history, which is cool, too. It really is a beautiful old name.<div><br /></div><div>I've looked through hundreds and hundreds of names. Then I write the name Emmeline down and it hits me again. I think this girl wants her name to be Emmeline. Ian likes it, too, so we're pretty happy with it. We're down to two middle names so we'll let you know when that is decided on. So, we're now looking forward to welcoming our little Emmeline into the world! </div><div><br /></div><div>They think she's already past 8lbs! Geesh! Women with my condition usually have small babies because of the placenta problems, instead my womb likes to have diabetes big babies. Something to be grateful for, I guess.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not so good news...</div><div><br /></div><div>I had my last ultrasound yesterday and it <b>clearly</b> indicated polyhydramnios <b style="font-style: italic; ">again, </b></div><div><span>Refresher: this means there is too much amniotic fluid around the baby, 29 cm. I think the number is supposed to be in the teens. T</span>his usually indicates the baby isn't swallowing as much fluid as they ought to be. </div><div><br /></div><div>There are three indicators for concern, and luckily I only have one of the three, the number, so they weren't even going to be concerned until I told them about what happened with Quintin; muscle strain-caused tongue tie, muscle spasm and delays. Now the whole thing is on their radar and they plan to check little Emmeline out head to toe when she makes her debut.</div><div><br /></div><div>I KNOW that she will be fine and we'll get her the therapy she needs if she needs it, but I'm heartbroken that she's likely to have the same problems breastfeeding as Q did. I mean, I've come to terms that I have to give myself shots every day even after she's born. I've come to terms with the fact that I'll never birth one of my babies naturally. My last ditch yearning was to be able to feed her the way God intended. Yes, I did pump for Q until he was 9 months old, but the prospect of doing that full time with a baby and 2 year old does not seem likely. So, I'm delighted she'll be here soon and sad at the possible loss of our bonding opportunity. I hope to have Ian and his dad give us a blessing this weekend to see if a miracle can occur to heal her the last few weeks. I'd LOVE my fears to be proven wrong.</div>Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-29678668416504989102012-02-05T18:38:00.000-08:002012-02-05T20:20:04.141-08:00TestimonyLast week our bishop got up and spoke about bearing testimonies on fast Sunday. He shared that an investigator had left the last fast Sunday with no intention of returning because of the lack of true testimony bearing of Christ (being a returned missionary I know this was not the first time). Today was FANTASTIC! All but one person that got up gave a REAL testimony without travel-logs, sermons or family updates. Plus we went overtime by 10 minutes because people couldn't help but get up and share their own testimony! Usually there's lots of long awkward pauses. I felt like I was going to explode, I wanted to get up but there was never a break. I had to give the bishop a hug afterwards in gratitude for reminding everyone what the real purpose of this day was, and the consequence of not honoring it. I don't know about anybody else, but hearing someone else bear testimony of the gospel not only invites the Spirit, but it starts the wheels in my heart turning and clarifying where my testimony lies and what I know to be true. <div><br /></div><div>Recently I have been learning that the <i>beautiful</i> basic principles of the Gospel of Jesus Christ that I have taught and learned for many years are applicable in my current life today. Somehow I never generalized them from initial faith in the plan of Salvation and 'enduring to the end' to <b>actual concrete</b> application to what I am going through right <i>now, today, in the moment</i>. I've been stuck and frustrated in certain aspects of my life lately and when we studied in a recent group ~ the words of the prophets spoke those basic principles and how they applied to my conundrum. I was baffled that I had missed the connection and it renewed my testimony of how beautiful the plan of our Heavenly Father is. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've heard TOO many people complain and complain about how Sunday School and lesson manuals each week are boring and just the same old basics; they want meatier, heavier doctrine because they are '<i>above</i>' the 'beginner' stuff. That's not boring! That's the Lord's plan because those basic principles can and need to be generalized into every life experience. If we come to church/class with a prayer in our heart for the Spirit to teach us how to apply that day's lesson to our life, <b>HE WILL</b>!</div><div><br /></div><div>One example is a metaphor I taught as a missionary about Faith. Imagine you are standing in a beam of light. Everything outside your light circle is dark and you can't see it. Acting on faith is like stepping outside the circle even though you can't see what's there (if anything). And then when you get there your circle of light actually gets bigger and you find that you can see much more than you could before every time you take that step into the dark. I usually taught this to investigators or recent converts but <i>whadayaknow</i>? Right here, today, I need to have faith that that thing the Lord is telling me to do is doable. I need to take that step of faith and then I'll find out that even though that step scared me crazy, the Lord is holding my hand and will guide the way. I will grow stronger and smarter following his direction. </div><div><br /></div><div>The longer I live the more I see that He asks us to do some really HARD things in order to progress. I don't know why some things are necessary, but instead of being resentful I'm going to be grateful for the things I'm learning and look for those opportunities when He wants me to share what I've learned to help another. I am so grateful for personal revelation. He truly does answer our prayers and righteous desires of our heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>I recently heard a great metaphor. A woman found herself in a very difficult situation and prayed that the Lord would take it away. She happened to have a huge dirt pile obstructing the view outside one of her windows which she also wished away. The next day a little tractor came and started moving the dirt, scoopful by scoopful. Pshah! It was going to take it a really long time to move that whole pile. As the days went by she began to realize that this was the Lord's answer to her prayer. He would help with the situation, but little by little, day by day, step by step. Resolution was a goal in the future that would take time.</div><div><br /></div><div>After the last year I think this is what he's doing in my life as well. I've been studying and pondering on different applications of the Atonement of Jesus Christ and every time I was ready for a new breakthrough he gave me the mini-lesson I needed right then to continue finding the hope and healing I was looking for. This happened again this past week so it's quite vivid in my heart. For some reason I, and almost everyone I know, grew up thinking that the Atonement was meant for repentance and forgiveness of sins. I don't know if I wasn't listening in Sunday School or if they never taught that it's actually applicable in every aspect of the process of progression. Everything that provides Hope and Healing is rooted in Christ's Atonement. I am so grateful for the Savior!</div><div><br /></div><div>I know the gospel of Jesus Christ is true. I know that Christ lives and directs living prophets today. I know that Heavenly Father loves each one of us individually, deeply and intimately. I know that the scriptures are the Word of God. I know that the Book of Mormon is true. I know that Joseph Smith did see Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ and did restore the true church of Jesus Christ again upon the earth. I know that families CAN be together forever. I know that men are that they might have joy! And it is only possible in this mortal life through our Savior Jesus Christ. I bear my testimony in His name, Amen!</div>Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-81912693202222228942012-01-20T09:25:00.000-08:002012-01-20T09:41:49.542-08:00Momma, what doing?Last week (before the blizzard) Q and I were walking in the state park. He was leading, of course, and about every 50 yards he'd turn around and use the questioning pose of upturned palms, tilted head and shrugging shoulders to ask "Momma, what doing?"<div><br /></div><div>I don't think there's anything cuter in the world. I would love to catch a video of it sometime.</div><div><br /></div><div>His new word this week is found/find. Also adorably cute. We've had to search for Buzz ("Where Buzz?") several times a day since Christmas so he's had a lot of practice learning the word. Now he gets excited when he's looking for one of us and says "I found you!"</div><div><br /></div><div>I <span>LOVE</span> this little guy!</div><div><br /></div><div>It has also been a joy to see him discover snow. The first day was the most fun because there was only about 5 inches. Since then it's about a foot, which is the whole length of his legs so, walking in it is not so fun. He loves it until it gets in his face. Watching the wonder on his face! He and Daddy made a snowman the first day and tramped around to look at everything. We tried sledding, which is fun until it sprays in your face again. He was completely silent for about the first 15 minutes of our drive out in it yesterday, just watching everything in white. I have to say it was beautiful to look at when I didn't feel the need to focus on the road so much. Thankfully a snow plow has visited our little road or we never would have made an escape. I love driving on white roads!</div>Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-9925953908661243492011-12-31T13:29:00.000-08:002011-12-31T13:32:17.674-08:00Angel ScripturesI swear every day Q pulls out a new cute thing he does. Ian reads scriptures to us almost every night. This night he started helping Daddy read. <div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzV4dv5fZoIM4vbYm97Zi86gxeKqtJxYxJYQsRoZNjQS0XHaBTLURo2NZfszwm5hyD5asH8tUk58LAjj7a78w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-21997243508048587152011-12-30T18:15:00.000-08:002011-12-31T11:02:40.246-08:00AR-15<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left; ">A while back Ian was talking about how the other men in the Elders Quorum Presidency are so into guns. I shared with him how I'd never used anything other than a pellet or paint ball gun and how I was interested: having no experience with them and not even knowing how to get it. Some friends down in Cali were totally into shooting and I had thought about asking then, but never did. Ian on the other hand had grown up a boy scout and had male roommates in college, so he'd had the opportunity on many a time.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>He shared this with the presidency so Jim Woolbert took us out today to experience his love and experience with firearms. It was pretty cool. He started me off with a 22 which was a nice intro to the noise and kick, but after a few shots through my blind eyes at a target I could hardly see; I was ready to move up. I do think it's cool that the bullet can go for a mile!</div><div><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Next he showed me how to use a 9mm pistol. His dad had me kinda freaked out about shooting too many bullets up in the air so I got a little nervous with this one. Plus I couldn't brace this one against my shoulder. Being an ABSOLUTE novice in the freezing cold wind I found it humorous that I was trying to hold it so I wouldn't get harmed by the kick back, aiming at a blurry target and afraid to pull the trigger too hard so I wouldn't shoot too many bullets like his dad said I might. The rest was pretty cool. I now know what it's like to shoot the weapons I see on TV all the time. I know what it feels like, sounds like and smells like! Jim demonstrated the semi-automatic aspect of the pistol so I could see the difference. I'm a really tangible learner, so this was great.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieS29WeEfsAJXcWI41V6Zoc9gnv0xYkDmmB8GJwDd8Ku6XvcGmzc6UL8b01zd3Vk9PpgV8RqraKRLf2ZmZxPQt1T_h0AmScJXzeZaw90op3wvoEZTHlXQFNKak04N2jaqiS9mZ7S_aGAI/s400/Picture+240.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692361706626325794" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left; ">BUT, next he pulled out his recently assembled AR-15 which I learned is the civilian version of the most commonly used military M-16. Out came the earplugs. Q (refusing ear protection) and I hung out in the truck while I observed Jim & Ian shoot a couple into the tree. Then it was my turn. I have to say it was pretty cool. The scope was much easier to see the target even though the earmuffs made it difficult to look through it. This baby put out a lot of smoke and quite a bang. I was humorously remembering the girl in </span><b style="text-align: left; ">I-Robot</b><span style="text-align: left; "> who shot the automatic with her eyes shut - 'cause there was nothing I could do to keep my eyes open after that loud bang!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>It was great and I'm grateful for the experience. Can you see the glee on Ian's face? Do you think he's glad he took the day off for this?</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUSAO0ujYf4fM79oYLlriW7gUsr94KroAXpF5jlvnf99Cm1MkPyCKVNamRiloPwLqQ6nc0iosJaairHZCJfogcgn0P7U1YIlyjYZbS-Vj6mcBfw4Vv5zJBdLB8bX47vLBKdfmGmA0OqZM/s400/Picture+245.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692361708437710562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left; ">I learned the difference between single shot, 3 bullet bursts, semi-automatic and automatic weapons. 'Bout time! I've been living with a video game junkie for all these years and didn't know! He also told us all about the functioning parts of each gun and M-223 bullets he used. I learned a lot. I also learned why these weapons would and could fire underwater.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left; ">Even Q got to check it out, right before he hit his non-nap limit and fell asleep crying on my shoulder in the cold wind.</span></div></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilBctEZ0jdnvFFt00I2Dg9QFsqd9DZ0PFlAB5tVMz4MHdLdbnI5tQypDjofq42_Lmht83lWBrEh-2-G0vp15Ftw88qyD-tEC3pkg_BSYrcfhXnrtU1MmbzskrTdrU1nqzvmXo5ANg61bY/s400/Picture+246.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692361711995360866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmxCoxBhRqc_8i_G8UiDNRbSpBgbi5lZutF4LCcFrRt9TF2MVEv45eVgZeqdeVjb6fZkONvDJS8CyJ_CnbfohoCiwwjbsgPavtskYkdUt_zCkaqByxHmaph1K4yYk4ZcSP5GKbgu9Eqqk/s400/Picture+249.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692361725362481490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></div>Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-77432271861971596202011-12-25T11:31:00.000-08:002012-01-20T09:32:18.089-08:00Merry Christmas 2!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDJhqSWSwT16V3AcZmBp7DgtOO3jtx03X-2DnXapi5NXVkJf0Ta1yShFRljlwbdp5l7V9vC6rWiB-Z9650R9jWpaq-8IHLKAFgXYFnA2SREswV25vZgn1q0RjMl6etST_debUHJh4MXec/s1600/Picture+204.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDJhqSWSwT16V3AcZmBp7DgtOO3jtx03X-2DnXapi5NXVkJf0Ta1yShFRljlwbdp5l7V9vC6rWiB-Z9650R9jWpaq-8IHLKAFgXYFnA2SREswV25vZgn1q0RjMl6etST_debUHJh4MXec/s320/Picture+204.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692400604429652034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Today I turn two, so guess what my new word is?</div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b>Mine!</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm so excited about my presents. I got a big Buzz Lightyear and a little Buzz. </div><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzSFP-oSp7RkVWdc5N7ZpuEQZkPtkD0AcUWseHI8MKFh3c3lCOZXS-0flJjiFM_X5VBXotIZ0J_pgx5XL8_4w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div>I got Buzz and Woody jammies and Thomas jammies. <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwSRvPVOmuESY5FCC61zmXBakB_hGQtb_U4gwkMWbUCUbuK1p1ZdWRo3FYVXKeV0xQjJL2yFeLKoSOzzFy-5g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe> </div><div>Life couldn't be better. Wish you could have seen my happy prance around the room when I opened them! I now wake up talking about Buzz, whom, of course, sleeps with me now. and I point out "Bu-eye" (bullseye, woody's horse) on my jammies. I'm pretty cute when I try to say "To Eternity! And Beyond!" It kinda sounds like "Ee! Anond!"</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKyz7ukdUDEZCYBq2oJo-wFEvLcyIqsrVUoID2ssIt9QZjK58pNYrrSCn_EYDYB3dIjNUQUb9Ik0w8mTdrVP7Xkagwrgxpkulb8x30BfLIMFQpTEPnhRwX8pSw8ZCYqj93k5CD6ioJ7p0/s400/Ian%2527s+phone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692360343374200370" /><br /><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx5pnIGzRYSleaJtN0Rpw09AUUa99DlgtB8-T6wVaq1Lx7o3JfQa7LWGMTdEpMPpxlxO-TU4MAmb_8pSx6m' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div>Daddy's presents are pretty cool, too, though. I want to play with them just as much as my own!</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div></div></div><div>We had my birthday party on Wednesday when more family could be here. Grandma & Grandpa Walker, Uncle Daniel, Aunt Becky & Uncle Clarence, Adam, Jared & Marisa came! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>I </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>WAS </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>IN </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>7TH </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>HEAVEN! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dySEHwMXT9WA9puQYSMIgsU5iIqHBNCiOFBNzsQ_wzjpnJkPPFOJKTJbjNmMoll6SC8bhgYsWIpuTPakCKuBg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div>So many people to play with and show off for! And more presents to unwrap! I LOVE opening presents! I got my own Woody! Happy dance! And Toy Story slippers! Happy Dance! and Toy Story 3! Happy Dance! And books about Thomas, Pooh and trains!</div></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6s8YKKR80ORgV0E6p7ijJZeUPtlCEs93y-JfTXIbKWaFFtCbBoaNAXlWRF24CEZBoka80VDHacCzUtr31m9pUUhutB2oPUe7ljy7O07NJzEI7R47gurrJpGf9DQwmBA-SWgZTcQZXXK8/s400/Picture+238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692107658765343874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></div><div>Momma spent about 2 hours making and decorating my cake, with Grandma, to look like Winnie the Pooh (since I love Pooh). She was pretty mystified when I wouldn't even try a taste! I REALLY liked everyone singing to me, though. That was fun. I just stared at the candles since I didn't know what to do with them.</div><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxIsXcja9HaIbGG49hZdSAxwrs9LXv3-NG5I3-bgONVr8knbjLqctLaJO-ftU0ORwddGMFtvRp2q78dZA9bMw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div>2 year old stats: 31 lbs and 35.5 inches tall. He'll probably be taller than Daddy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-42359243484531540732011-12-23T13:37:00.000-08:002011-12-31T13:27:25.730-08:00TaeBo Baby and the Copy Cat<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOPzmvzHa5Q6RcBeRJlnW6wH-T-dl6Q1_6Qjv98dZOWPiFhWIsz4YkR-cw6V7WvNGRTAcsIovLrngK8CGk_9JaKVXyakZg6kidgZn1LveYgKn8O2118REW5xKmpwbPL1X7i6D7Ot_f-8/s1600/babygirl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOPzmvzHa5Q6RcBeRJlnW6wH-T-dl6Q1_6Qjv98dZOWPiFhWIsz4YkR-cw6V7WvNGRTAcsIovLrngK8CGk_9JaKVXyakZg6kidgZn1LveYgKn8O2118REW5xKmpwbPL1X7i6D7Ot_f-8/s320/babygirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689514340095957298" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="text-align: left; ">A friend at church told me last week that her mom claims babies active in the womb are calm when they come out and vice versa. It sounded a lot like an old wives tale to me, but since I can't remember what Q was like in-utero aside from having hiccups, we'll wait and see. This little girl appears to think that she's surrounded by a punching bag and is using it to her delight. There are times when I look at my belly and think "what the heck is going on in there!" Hence I've dubbed her TaeBo Baby. Maybe she's trying to let m</span><span style="text-align: left; ">e know that she plans to keep up with her big brot</span><span style="text-align: left; ">her as soon as her feet hit the floor.</span></span></div></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Meanwhile I'm trying to imagine another member of our family that could be as cute as Quintin. Hard to do. OB told me last week that she's in the 95% for size. Lovely. She's likely to be bigger than Q. So much for my lifetime desire for petite newborns. However, my arm muscles are plenty strong enough this time around to handle it. What is 9 lbs compared to 30?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Mr. Q has definitely grown into the next stage of development. His fits are more frequent, louder and longer. One of our frustrations is that <b><i>all</i></b> his cries sound the same (always have). He's not like other kids with a 'fake' cry, so it takes a lot of problem solving to discover if it's a problem that <i>can</i> be resolved or a temper issue. This last week I've asked him to tell me what he needs and he's just slammed to the floor wailing (head and all, regardless of floor type). <i>Well</i>, can't help you with that one kiddo (if I'm close I try to block the floor-head slam). It probably doesn't help that Momma's harder to move and drag to a desired object now. It hurts me to move a lot of the time, especially if I'm on the floor. Pregnancy hips, I guess.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOPzmvzHa5Q6RcBeRJlnW6wH-T-dl6Q1_6Qjv98dZOWPiFhWIsz4YkR-cw6V7WvNGRTAcsIovLrngK8CGk_9JaKVXyakZg6kidgZn1LveYgKn8O2118REW5xKmpwbPL1X7i6D7Ot_f-8/s1600/babygirl.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTLRuCK6k5MPM6bbzIVnPEzB1_7W6B05pjji9PQPX3oDqF5b11lCZFsPPZJYQGQ3uZapY5zGRV3i4dtxJXgZRvPF-pqexKdf3drqDH9cRV3viyK42q2lSVXsnveimim6q6H5bcoaoeKzw/s400/Picture+219.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692355243548293090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>He did this while waiting in the bathroom line Monday night at the Warm Beach Lights of Christmas. <i>What 2 year old wants to stand around when there is so much to see?</i> Anyway, everyone in the room moaned when his head clunked the 1/4 inch carpeted concrete. I managed to catch his forehead with my shoe the 2nd time but he just picked it up again and did it next to my shoe!!! Crazy kid! That has to hurt!</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wXkv0eKKY-jIsBhxfpugdj76-hdJG6sj3sWyds2Q0MnhncAUhO0vQzwRsAAnwUllodJXQg-0Z9VCYtPeNTmpsoT2QAtIF7d5NFfvcJFyOBSQazkkPrVCopysg9TSkZIulEf-0JcCX_I/s320/photo+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689511085988030210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left; ">But he is making progress in the Daddy appreciation area. At the ward Christmas party he actually walked across the gym to hug Daddy in the dessert line -and stayed there. That's pretty unprecedented. He NEVER walks away from Momma for another person. </span><b style="text-align: left; ">There is hope!</b><span style="text-align: left; "> He's also stopped having fits when I leave him with someone. It brings me such peace of mind that my child has finally established enough trust and security to know that when Momma says she will be back, she will, and there's no need to scream over it. And maybe I don't have to sneak out every time, now. Maybe he's saving all the good crying for Momma.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>He started literally experimenting with boundaries this week. He got a hold of one of Ian's tools and walked around the room hitting it on things, looking at me each time to see if I'd smile and laugh with him or not. He blows me away sometimes with how responsive he is. He completely responded to me about what was okay and what wasn't, then requested a hug when it wasn't okay to hit Momma with it.</div><div><br /></div><div>He's also continuing with the language explosion.</div></div><div><div><ul><li>He jabbers at the TV, and his toys, and while we're driving.</li><li>When I'm talking to him he repeats the last word in every statement I make. </li><li>The other night we were trying to find out why he was whining, starting with food. Listing off things he could have. We asked if he wanted a cookie since that's what Daddy was doing and in the most pitiful voice he says "coo-kie." That was way too cute to resist.</li><li>He walks around the house saying "hey, ma-an"</li><li>He asks "Okay?" if you cough or sneeze or get an owie.<br /></li><li>"Good Morning"</li><li>"What's dat? A caw!" (car)</li><li>"Get it" when something rolls away</li><li> He loves to be chased and tickled. This week he'll come tickle us then run away saying "Ge-Me Momma!" SO MUCH FUN this kid is!<br /><br />This week he's been copying LOTS of Daddy stuff. </li><li>He found the paper towel roll and repeatedly held it up to his eye saying "I see you!" <i>(pulling it away)</i> "Boo!" He continued doing this with the play-ear of corn this morning since he couldn't find the roll.</li><li>When he gets tickled and roughed up he keeps saying "He-ey!" like Daddy does...with a big grin on his face.<br /></li><li>Daddy pretends to be asleep so Q will say "Wake Up!" over and over again. Now Q tells anyone to Wake Up! anytime they are resting their head, laying down or closing their eyes.</li><li>He was riding around on his dino ride-on toy, got up, found a loose key then came back and stuck it in all the holes on the right side of the dino while continuing to ride around. That boy loves keys and key holes!</li><li>He's finally learning how to say "I love you" which is lots of fun.<br /><br />Sadly, not all the copying is good. I've been on the verge of feline homicide on many a day the last month. So now, when Mande walks through the kitchen Q will follow behind her trying to kick her and saying things like "Man-e, out!" or "Man-e, down!" or "Man-e, stop!"</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div>I'd finally had enough with the cats last weekend so Ian and I officially moved them into the garage. They DON'T like exile. They spend ALLLLLL day whining at the windows and glass doors to get back in. Too bad I can't reason with them. If they'd only learn to: always use the litter box; stay off the counters; not steal our food; stop whining; stop tripping me everywhere I go; and Mande stop hissing and growling at everyone and everything, I'd be willing to put up</div><div> with the cat hair everywhere and dust bunnies appearing 3 minutes after I vacuum. They have always been indoor cats, so I hope they learn to adjust soon. One of the neighborhood strays is trying to adopt us now that there's company outside our house. Last thing I need is another one! It feels so good not to have to worry about them! What a relief!</div></div><div><br /></div><div>We also went to a fun Christmas festival/fundraiser here on Camano. They had a real camel, reindeer and firetruck!</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjm2d5ty9OgZFeuLEzUEXNOx6WnP4lOFwhTvg0CjTiI-Eww-Zz4FKDPeR5VhxLKUvJhnQveQGuXMJNT_3eXfx4RL8bnCPVH9bq7gjQQ-4epryalmWM3TfLgw64Eo_PLtd6TY4kD-vW5h4/s320/Picture+207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692402658035539970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjp2HBlJO2ioWwuPvswkYwaSiPL1SXBPiDfZ45ml1zqW6hyT03UzMclcm7-LoX_uqg_wZsYJfgLG0ioQt6CfoonizDiGDjsLtPpB6uSEqb0rbFsi6ixIQqFlhlZc_UptEpehXJbtIWgq8/s320/Picture+209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692402652386410642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKlIRSNcMeDDQoROrM225_n6McBcRGpKFh82XUwkV_a45FI4Xdk9B1l-1_ujTYxpcU8r8tlLb0_mmfo3mZ4i2j6OBQqVNanRCVl84M7oyK6svWDSmwfW_u8Px8GDNxI2NFFpHfrjDOiIU/s320/Picture+210.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692402648013059426" /></div>Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-2944826654938143112011-11-29T13:18:00.000-08:002011-11-29T13:47:16.093-08:00I'm NOT crazy!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Background:</span></div>With all my education, training and experience I've seen a lot of different styles of parenting...and made a few decisions about my own approach. I decided long ago I'm not going to be one of those ultra-hovering-worried about everything-first time moms. Yes Q falls down and gets bumps frequently, but no I don't let him lean over cliffs, etc.<div><br /></div><div>Given that, when I take him to the doctor I expect to be taken seriously. <i>I'm not bringing him in for every sniffle, so don't patronize me.</i> This has not been the case over the last year. I picked a pediatrician, recommended by a few sources here, who has a reputation for being competent and on the ball, seeings how the Cali one totally missed the boat on his muscle delays. Every time I've gone to her (outside of well child checks) or even asked questions about my concerns she's responded with a smile and sweet voice basically making me feel crazy. As you can guess this has made me a little leery of taking Q in with any further concerns, even though his newborn doctors said not to hesitate because of his susceptibility to problems with his kidneys. When I call for an appointment and get a different dr I never refuse.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Present: </span></div><div>As I've mentioned previously Q has been sick with a yucky nose cold. The Friday before Thanksgiving I took him in because he had green coming out of his nose and I didn't want to get all the cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents sick over the holiday. It had been a week so I was outside the "too early to treat" time frame. The nice PA gave us some antibiotics for sinusitis which we had to wait an agonizing hour for in RiteAide, but the green went immediately away. (thank you so much for not blowing me off!) We went to Ferndale thinking all was on the mend. He promptly started coughing and the runny nose didn't stop. We plugged along hoping, but after a week I was getting worried again. This weekend he sounded like he was breathing underwater and I was asking him to cough for Momma several times a day.</div><div><br /></div><div>I took him to his regular doctor yesterday kinda gritting my teeth. I told her every detail of the last two weeks, she checked him out and had her student share her opinion before her own. For the first time I was validated! They couldn't tell whether he's got walking pneumonia or his nose is draining into his chest, but to kill both options they are putting him on prednisone for a week to try to clear everything up. I really hope it works, it's agonizing to listen to him breathe.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course I never want to be right that there's something wrong with my boy, but when I know that there's something wrong I want something done about it! This time I wasn't crazy, there is something wrong and needs treatment. She gave me permission to go to public stuff so I'm really hoping he didn't get any family sick last week!</div>Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-58092774804548542492011-11-18T10:26:00.000-08:002011-11-18T10:49:21.831-08:00Shopping<div style="text-align: center;">I'm so excited. I found this awesome deal on Melissa & Doug toys (sturdy painted wood) online and hit the jackpot. We're set for Q's Christmas. They arrived in the mail yesterday (wow - fast & free) and it's like Christmas for me already! I want to get them out and play with them. Time for self restraint. Good thing Q hasn't seen them!<img src="http://mediacdn.shopatron.com/media/mfg/677/category_image/x02_86009.jpg?" alt="Classic Toys" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://mediacdn.shopatron.com/media/mfg/677/product_image/thm/t300_c044213fcc88ce36f75f772dabce100c.jpg?" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://mediacdn.shopatron.com/media/mfg/677/product_image/thm/t300_23be382121cd2d8411d6bc9bd61f0679.jpg?" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://mediacdn.shopatron.com/media/mfg/677/product_image/thm/t300_38a8bbb9eb714c0f5c000f88e5ed8b26.jpg?" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://mediacdn.shopatron.com/media/mfg/677/product_image/thm/t300_743db56f749f41de7e9434136ffafee4.jpg?" /></div><div><br /></div>Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-16245612413299005932011-11-16T11:29:00.000-08:002011-11-17T09:19:47.836-08:00HypochondriacIan had some movie playing the other night and we heard a high school kid inform his classmate that "fibromyalgia is a disease made up by hypochondriacs to justify their claims." Haahaaahaa! Oh, the healthy will always criticize the unwell. I can't tell you how many times I've heard non-depressed people say that depressed people should just get up and work, and healthy people say unhealthy people are making it up. I remember back in the day when I wasn't sick with chronic stuff and I couldn't even fathom what being sick all the time was like...so therefore it wasn't real, right? I never understood my sisters pain because I couldn't feel it myself. <div>I'll have you know that until 2004 I was a healthy, busy, busy lady. I don't think I appreciated it like I should have, but I think that opposition is in <b>all</b> things for a reason. Can't appreciate the good without the bad. And I don't even have it that bad, frankly. There are so many sisters in my ward that are in and out of the hospital frequently with horrible things I don't even want to think about! I truly hope they receive miracles! Anyway that silly boy in the movie got me thinking and I had to rant. There are many days when I think about how lazy I am when I'm not up <i>doin</i>g all the time like my amazing in-laws, and then I have a good day and I <b>am</b> up <i>doing</i> all day and it feels great! But it only lasts for a day at a time. I remember my sister saying this same thing to me back in the day when my autoimmune stuff hadn't surfaced yet and I'd always console her that she was sick and had a reason. Now I need to heed my own medicine!<div><br /></div><div>Last week I was in the rheumatologists office and I peeked at his notes on the computer screen as we chatted. I read "patient has been diagnosed with fibromyalgia." What??? I don't want to read that on my doctors screen!!!! I remember informing him when I first came to him that a previous rheumatologist had told me I showed "markers' for fibromyalgia. I didn't have the guts to ask him if that meant diagnosis. ????? I had also told him said previous Dr had <i>mentioned</i> lupus and now HE talks about lupus EVERY time I visit. He's pushing lupus drugs and treatment on me! Okay, I can deal with rheumatoid arthritis because that's what I know and it's being treated. I feel tremors at the thought of the other two, I want nothing to do with them. I'm pretty much blocking it all out of my mind except for those times I visit him (plus, I guess, the treatment plan I'm on is working for the most part, so why change it?). I even talked him into putting the next visit off for two months. He's really nice and extremely thorough, I like him. He's taken the time to be very explicit in answering all of my questions and he's the one that found my 2nd blood clotting disorder that's taken my pregnancy shots to a yucky but safer level (for me, not the baby). <i><b>He may just have saved my life doing that.</b></i> </div><div>We all thank him. </div><div>But don't scare me please. </div><div>I do not consider myself a hypochondriac that hoards diagnoses. A previous chiropractor said that fibromyalgia is what they say when they don't have a clue what's wrong. Maybe that's true, I still don't want it. </div><div>Sister says they come in three's. I've got my three, don't need five.</div><div><br /></div><div>I do have to say that I truly do mourn the loss of things like; playing volleyball, frisbee; exercise like push-ups, jogging, yoga, crawling (even riding a bike can be difficult); and hard work like using a hammer, crowbar or ax. Those things are pretty therapeutic. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ranting done. Apologizes to anyone for tmi.</div><div>My true purpose in writing today was that my men are sick. The kind we <b><i>all</i></b> relate to, sympathize with and DO NOT want to catch. Q's face turned into a virtual fountain of yuck on Sunday and it only gets worse by the day. It's so bad today that his nose is bleeding from all the kleenex wipes I've been inflicting on him. ('m still going to have to wipe down the furniture 'cause I haven't been 100% successful at catching it all). Then yesterday Ian came home sick after lunch and slept all afternoon. He tried going back to work today, hopefully he makes it and gets better quickly. <i>I'm praying I don't get this infernal plague</i> because it hasn't even been a month since the last one and I'm pregnant. This means I can't hardly take anything to help. Plus next week is a family holiday and I don't want to be miserable and/or share the misery. I know it's probably hopeless because Q and I share everything (that is until the facial fountain started). Plus he's sneezing/coughing on me, my plates, my bed... But I can hope. Rather ironic that all of a sudden he's wanting kisses again. Eww.</div></div>Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-84076600013224873962011-11-15T12:32:00.001-08:002011-11-15T12:37:27.922-08:00Comparing<div>In all my education I've always known that parents aren't supposed to compare their kids to others. I did really well at this until Q was about 6 months old and we found out he had a muscle delay. The next 7 months were spent in therapy and trying to catch him up with his developmental milestones. I think that started the comparison bit that is hard to stop. I KNOW that all kids develop at different rates and it's a marvelous time watching with delight when something new comes around.</div><div><br /></div><div>On that note, one of Q's 'closest-in-age' cousins that we see fairly often is George - the wild man. I think I heard that his brother calls him destructo-boy and he scares his mom to death several times a day. Granted, we KNOW that George has an older brother to learn from and follow which helps a lot of 'not-first-born' kids hit their milestones quicker. However, over the past year or so we've been flabbergasted to see all the things that George does that Q does not. And when Q does finally do something George did, we often say he's catching up with George. This week was one of those weeks. <span class="Apple-style-span">Side note: Ian keeps showing/teaching Q to do boy things that are not necessarily great, like writing on himself with the bathtub markers, and...</span></div><div><br /></div><div>On Saturday Ian pulled all the soft pillows and cushions down and put them on the floor for Q to jump onto - off the couch. (he's finally at the gross-motor developmental level to be able to do this) Of course Q <i>absolutely LOVED</i> this and had a blast. What boy or even child wouldn't? And he is definitely <b>ALL</b> rough and tough boy. They had a great time. I think it started with us holding his hands to steady him on his way down, but he quickly worked to independence. The most painful part was actually getting on the couch. He'd climb the stool over the arm and kept whacking his head into the board on the back of the couch!</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, Monday came around and Q decided it was time to do it again and set it up himself. I looked over and saw him pulling the cushions off all by himself (these cushions are about twice his size!) and proceed to jump off. He did this off and on throughout the evening. A few hours after he got home Daddy wanted to sit down comfortably so he put the cushions and pillows back. Did that phase Q? Heck no. Here's our George moment: Q continued to jump off the couch<b>onto the floor</b> for at least 20 minutes! He didn't care that his leg kept catching on the side (forcing a side split) and it'd bounce him onto his side, or that he continuously landed on his shins. He just smiled from ear to ear and ran to climb and do it again. When he finally took a break he was damp with sweat! Ian and I just stared and laughed at our crazy boy. Largest benefit of this newfound fun, you ask? He used up all his energy and we don't! What a blessing that little kids are made out of rubber!</div><div><br /></div><div>I apologize for lack of pictures/video. When I finally pulled the camera out the battery was dead and Q was done. I'll try to catch it next time.</div>Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-75386204958163252412011-11-04T12:56:00.001-07:002012-04-01T19:16:10.977-07:00It's been a while<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiQ4aJ4z_gQUMZNKfhbWlVJ_FCd6nVFgyS3eTUXifkt51KgMT6uye5lMH0hbItYjRouwM0ySYzv7Xk8Es40-iBrmYlzO6HTh2c53aXNRAtQmFsGQtcXBUnJz-UQp_VhRtrDE2tirY7QYo/s1600/02-24-2012+12%253B48%253B33PM.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiQ4aJ4z_gQUMZNKfhbWlVJ_FCd6nVFgyS3eTUXifkt51KgMT6uye5lMH0hbItYjRouwM0ySYzv7Xk8Es40-iBrmYlzO6HTh2c53aXNRAtQmFsGQtcXBUnJz-UQp_VhRtrDE2tirY7QYo/s400/02-24-2012+12%253B48%253B33PM.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726620832433409714" /></a><br />Late Halloween pictures. Quintin didn't appreciate his tiger outfit in the hot gym at church. Although I didn't get a good picture, I made my costume. There's a little baby skeleton on my tummy.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikGAgzw93I36t8_9AKtFcRiAzJDIs3s1O_dbsWcgjeUBLZURZcMK392j6YAPh3vbWrIjnorTeorPUbBA_gwM4PhbFe4D2rn1VZ25gmi9nc6HOZlDdzBmUrB7ox_BBI05QmV9HZdDetz6s/s400/02-24-2012+12%253B47%253B41PM.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726620827901848434" /><div><br /></div><div><div>Quintin has had a Language explosion this past month and it is so fun! He specializes in nouns, but a few verbs and nouns have crept in. </div><div><ul><li>All letters and numbers are called "E," but I've started hearing a few more like T. </li><li>He now says "sad" when he's sad. It melts your heart, so sweet. And he's learning to say happy.</li><li>He can say almost all the common animals in his books and toys, many body parts, and clothing items. I can't say I appreciate those dirty little fingers poking into my mouth every day to say "teeth!"</li><li>Drink, milk, juice, sandwich. His cue for us when he's hungry is "Bite!" We don't know what happened to 'more,' ...miss that one.</li><li>He loves to gallop/hop around the room saying "hoppi" like he's a bunny. We often see bunnies outside our window and he just lights up when he spots them. He laughs/giggles when he sees them hop.</li><li>Thank you sounds more like "tang goo" and he says it spontaneously without prompting, or repeats after whoever says it to him. It is often followed with his rendition of Your Welcome which is more recognizable by the tone and cadence than the words. We're just starting to work on please.</li><li>He's just started to repeat back "Hi Buddy" to Daddy when he hears it. Absolutely adorable. He loves to say hi to us. "Hi Mamma," "Hi Dadda." <span class="Apple-style-span">(Ian's actually getting frustrated because even though Q beams when he gets home, he runs straight for Mamma and will only interact with him from my arms. I'm not sure what to do.)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">'I want it' sounds more like "I wan-it" but it's cute.</span></li></ul><div>Just this week we were using puzzle pieces with handles to clap and I started doing it 'front' and 'back' and 'side' 'side' as well as 'up' and 'down.' He thought this was fun and now does it every time he plays with that puzzle. It's a crack up to watch him direct us on which way to go and confuse front with side, etc. He absolutely loves the attention and I can hardly believe how much fun he is! He's a literal sponge right now!</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Being a boy he's getting rougher by the day as I get bigger and more tender by the day. This past week he's been hitting me with something or slamming his head into me which results in a loud "OW!" Then he immediately reaches out and says "Hug!" Totally sweet but can we skip the first part and only do the hugs? I don't know where's he's learned to follow Ow with a hug, or maybe he's causing the ow to get a hug?</div><div><br /></div><div>This weekend Ian taught Q '<i>ring around the rosies</i>' and he's fallen in love. He already loved '<i>this little piggy</i>' and '<i>patty cake</i>' which you don't get to stop once you start. "Again!" we hear. Well, once again Daddy got more than he bargained for. Q requests it every night now (either saying "rosies" or "posies") and Mommy can't do it more than one or two times before getting too dizzy (as well as unable to get off the floor) so it's all on Daddy. :) It is such a delight to see Q learn and love life.</div><div><br /></div>His mouth has finally decided to kick into gear and the molars have come rushing in, poor guy. He cut 3+ teeth within a few weeks. On the upside his ability to eat meat is increasing!<div>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /></div><div>I'm approaching 6 months pregnant and this baby girl is getting violent, all 1 lb of her. I joked with the OB last week that I'm going to have bruises on the inside from her and outside from Q. I don't remember Q being like this and since I know several '2nd children' that gave their parents a run for their money, I think this girl is going to be a livewire. I guess we'll know in a year. <div><br /></div><div>Trying to get my clothes to fit nicely AND comfortably has been a challenge. I'm right in the middle of little maternity and big maternity clothes. Result = frumpy! Yuck. I'll live. I also noticed the crows feet growing on my eyes. My glasses hide them but they're there! I really didn't want that to ever happen. Grey hair is fine, but I don't want the wrinkles.<br /><br />I've started going to Mops again and it's been great. I really appreciate the mommy time and the ability to talk about things I'm really struggling with with others that are going through the same stuff. Plus the devotionals are great to help me evaluate where I'm at and where I want to be in my faith, relationships and personal development. Q loves the nursery this year and that's a huge load off. He's so incredible. Unless he's sick he loves going to play.<br /></div></div><div>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div>This summer 'we' used an idea that Ian heard on the radio during his commute. He cleaned out two trash cans and planted potatoes in the bottom. Then filled it in with dirt as the plants grew. We didn't start digging them out until about Sept/October. I have to say I'm pretty impressed with the result, even though a friend said it was pretty 'ghetto'. I'd say we've gotten about a 10 lb bag of potatoes out of each plant/can. It wasn't until yesterday that I finally got the shovel out and harvested the rest of one of the cans. I still need to do the other one. We'll certainly do that again.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last week our external hard drive got accidentally bumped causing it to fall and break something in the internal hardware. UUUUUUGH! That little black box held <i>ALL, <b>ALL</b></i> of our home videos and family pictures. I wasn't worried because Ian said it would keep them safe from viruses, etc. Guess we never thought of physical damage. Since he's a spiffy 'outside salesman' down in Seattle Ian has all kinds of contacts so he's gone to several companies to get assessments and quotes on rescuing the data. Uuuuuugh! It looks like we are going to have to pay over $1200 to fix it in a clean room in the mid-west with the promise of a 90-95% chance of success. Oh my. Precious memories are invaluable. You better believe it's all going on CD's and DVD's when/if we get it back!</div><div><br /></div><div>The power went out last Friday evening. This was a good lesson for me (even though we have a generator).</div><div><ol><li>Don't procrastinate taking a shower.</li><li>Don't procrastinate cooking dinner. (Turns out our cook-stove isn't connected to the generator circuit. Leftovers it is!)</li><li>Don't procrastinate starting the pellet stove for heat!</li></ol><div>Luckily the power came back on in the middle of the night and life was normal in the morning. BUT it's only November and there are several more months of this coming. Hopefully lesson learned.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>I apologize for no pictures. :(</div></div>Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-53758928867573452122011-11-04T12:25:00.000-07:002011-11-04T13:03:58.896-07:00September October VideosGrandma and Grandpa Skinner came for a short trip back in September. Q enjoyed having them around to play with! Here's a few videos with Grandpa.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxKBKTZtl7y_Yn4tpoTrtS57Y2-Iqw5Ucl0-0F-vKbjSsYT08O_hOjgv36w4sFco-XDPdAyhCNnOn2zQ6X8LA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />I don't know where he picked up the "Yeah!" with hands but it's adorable and he does it every time he gets the rings on right.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dydqntUB1I74xkND5pTL2ijfnPieVS2ygWi8oCv2VsdLUxhHQPT7dk8UGP41K2YDt3u0LKf5tmfIgyK_IZSEQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />And of course Peek a Boo is still his FAVORITE game!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy1AvtAUrVxdZ1mmeLaMyOFRNGgP_jktxrJAm1LthSX5vnc38vyVDCYSlJe6pUxD4Qrs-3O6rBtky-N19t4nA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />He just gets more and more fun the older he gets. This video is SUPER long so if you don't have the patience to wait 2 minutes to get to the good part don't bother. He was cracking me up making faces.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwzEHgFkasY-_rqHKF_W8fsI-kcstKCensHV0coqN_GLPRwYCYSeI4ZZcdbDxJ0Qh8Cx90kr2mdjcm8tRz49g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />He's also recently discovered that our bed is outrageously fun. He does this almost every day now.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxjqFSD6SsRQwJyQ8ls1h4m_SQKLiPD7kfRlYgpVlMvO3ZGJBExCuC78mpbhPPRlGM_7npq0mX5k7uM7PkQPg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102378384639730314.post-21031171679018536342011-10-17T11:00:00.000-07:002011-10-17T11:27:10.100-07:00It's a Girl!We get to have one of each! And this means I have to get a new wardrobe. I think some of my newborn stuff will cross over. :) Bonnie (m-i-l) and I were talking about whether we'd be dressing her in pink or not. But I don't know of many other color schemes that go with girls. I know my s-i-l Laura had a beautiful alternative color scheme for her boys...<br /><br />She's a wiggly little girl, made a challenge for the sonographer. I would totally be claustrophobic if I had as little space as she does. I'm used to Q's 'too much fluid' so seeing her in those cramped quarters made me nervous, but the doctors were fine with what she's got. I also need to keep in mind she doesn't have to breath!<br /><br />All her parts looked normal this week so it looks like we won't have any problems this time around. We're super happy about that. They are still anxious to keep tabs on her due to my history so we'll be seeing the specialists lots more, but that's okay with me. I'm grateful they are SO thorough and vigilant. I prefer my babies healthy and alive.<br /><br />I didn't realize until we'd left that we didn't take home any pictures. I'll get some next time.<br /><br />*******************************************<br />I've been super sick this last week, I don't recall having sinus headaches before like this but it's been a doozy. Now it looks like Q is coming down with it, not surprising since we share everything. I hope he doesn't get as sick as I have! Both of us don't have many options for medication, so it'll be a bit more slogging through. Ian hasn't caught it yet, hopefully he won't.<br /><br />We've been up at M&D Walker's a lot this week. Bellingham has the best kids consignment stores! We found Q a cute tiger costume for $10 and got stuff for me to make mine. We really wanted him to be Diego this year but aside from having Mom sew the backpack and vest, couldn't think of how to do it. Maybe we can make a Diego costume for Ian and Q can be his Baby Tiger! <br /><br />Plus this was the 2nd installment of Walker Apple Pressing for the Fall. Ian was out there working away while Q and I muddled around. He liked picking apples. I hate cold and wet!<br /><br />My sewing machine decided to go kaput right at the end of the big cloth diaper project. Bonnie and I took it to a place to fix it and found out it will cost the same as replacing it! I'm undecided what to do. Mine is a nice older model with sturdier construction than the new ones. Plus I don't need all the techy gadgets the new ones have. If I find the time I'll try to find somewhere else that might fix it. Until then I'm going to have to bum of Bonnie and friends for their machines. I have several baby sewing projects I'm prepping for.Bonnie #2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07545365768923013544noreply@blogger.com1