028 We took a trip to TOY’S-R-US yesterday because I promised the girls prizes for Sarah’s successful trips to the potty.  Sarah has been using the potty for “#2 only”  for five days now.   “Potty Time” comes with A LOT of crying.  But, she no longer wants to go in her diaper and stands in the corner and cries anyway.  So, I figure, we might as well make an attempt to go from “diaper” to “wiper”!

Anyway, here’s the guitar Sarah choose for her reward.  I think she’s a natural. 

 

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Olivia loves the guitar as well.  But, I should tell you that my little princess, Olivia, choose a big dinosaur as her prize.  No, she did not go on the potty, but she’s always there in the bathroom to root Sarah on and give her a hug! 

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Here’s the dinosaur Olivia choose!

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Do you see this precious face?

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And this one?

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This precious, baby face is the one that makes me ABSOLUTELY certain that having two children is just perfect!

This morning started out great.  Everyone in the house slept until almost 7:00 a.m., which is record time around these parts of Massapequa.  We all got up, played with some toys, ate breakfast and got dressed.  Well, most of us stayed dressed.  For the past week or so, I think Olivia has decided that she would prefer living in a nudist camp.  I spend most of my days putting on her clothes and she spends her days taking them off.  Now, if it’s not too cold in the house, I’ll just leave her with just her diaper on and hope that she doesn’t remove that.  However, we do leave the house occasionally and then the attempt to re-dress Olivia commences again. 

This morning, it was a particularly hot summer day and we put the air conditioner on and it was quite chilly in the house, so I insisted that she keep some of her clothing on.  Olivia had other ideas.  She removed her shirt at least a dozen times.  Nothing unusual….except for the sudden crying and screaming that lasted about 30 minutes.  One minute she was fine, the next minute we were debating whether or not to take her to the emergency room.  Usually, with Olivia, you can kiss the boo-boo and she is miraculously healed. 

But today was a different story. 

She cried and clung to both Dave and I for at least a half an hour.  Which is complete unlike Olivia!  Occasionally, she would scream and flail her legs, which got me even more nervous.  Neither of us could figure out what was wrong.  Logically it seemed as if she might have hurt her neck pulling her shirt off or was having terrible gas pains.  I really had no way of being sure what the problem was and I was rendered helpless.  Which, for a mother, is possibly the worst feeling to have.  I ended up taking her out of her Dad’s arms, against her wishes and brought her upstairs to rock her.  She asked to lay down in her crib and promptly fell asleep.  When she woke up, she lay in her crib singing, “Where is thumb-kin?”   Now, I wanted to render her helpless….just kidding….or not :o)

She came downstairs and seemed fine.  Within the next five minutes she pointed to her neck again and said, “boo-boo” and this time I wasn’t taking any chances.  We re-dressed her, AGAIN and piled everyone into the car for an emergency trip to the doctor.  Now, as all children and cars are alike, once you bring them in for service, you cannot find anything wrong with them.  On the way to the doctor, Olivia was magically cured.  She ate three lollipops in the office waiting room and was as happy as could be.   

In the end, the doctor thought her throat looked red which is why he thought she was pointing to her neck and saying, “boo-boo.”  We, on the other hand, knew that her throat was red due to the fact that she had done so much crying and then ate a purple, pink and white lollipop before being examined. 

Dave and I noticed throughout the day that Olivia had a hard time turning her head to the left.  She definitely strained her neck and with a little motrin both her and Mommy would feel better by the next day. 

In conclusion, I have made up mind that I am completely content with my two healthy and beautiful little girls and any linguring thoughts of having a third child have disappeared. 

Here’s Daddy and Livi after the visit to the doctor’s office.  Cute, isn’t she!!!

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Written by Dad…

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So Mommy is letting me take a crack at updating Gracie cakes, I’m really excited.  The day we wanted to talk about was last Friday August 7th 2009.  It was another typical day for me, working from home instead of commuting to Jersey City like I do the rest of the week.  I always love days at home because I’m close to my 3 favorite girls in the whole wide world (as I love to say to Sarah & Livi.)  It was a gorgeous summer day, low 80’s, no clouds, absolutely one of those great weather days.  I was unhappy at first having to work all day when I would much rather have spent the day doing fun things with the girls.  Once 5 O’Clock rolled around I was anxious to get outside and do something fun before the day was gone forever.  The girls had an early dinner so I suggested a trip to the beach just for a little outdoor fun in the sand.  The girls loved it!!  They took off their shoes, played in the sand, made little sandcastles with a bucket that really resembled a big pile of wet sand, but they were ecstatic just the same.  They kept walking around ( and away from us from time to time) just to explore a little.  After some fun in the sand, we put them in their strollers and took a short walk on the boardwalk & got them some ice cream, which they also loved!! (big surprise!!) As we strolled back towards the car they watched the other people walking/jogging on the boardwalk, spotted the playground which we craftily avoided their immediate “Can we go on the swing/slide” questions with the parental standard “sorry, its getting dark & time for the swing/slide to go night night :)”  On the way they were absolutely giddy in their car seats making all kinds of funny gutteral noises & cracking each other up.  It was all I could do to keep from laughing and running the car off the road.  All in all, it was the best 2 hours of my day.  They may not remember it when they get older, but its one I won’t forget.   

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