First Tooth

Can you see that tiny tooth in the baggie? Ava lost her first tooth tonight. She spent the last few months wiggling it in anticipation for this day. She's so proud.

She told me that she thinks the tooth fairy will cast a magic spell over her tonight so she doesn't wake up when she lifts her pillow to take the tooth and give her money. I like that theory.

She told me her friend John got $100 dollars from the tooth fairy. I really hope she added a 0 or two to the actual number; otherwise, she's going to be disappointed tomorrow morning.

New Trick

Naomi's smiling, and it just melts my heart. She's been smiling a lot tonight because she's feeling good. You would feel good too if you finally went poop after 6 days. That's about how long she goes between poops, apparently because she hasn't quite learned how to do it successfully. It's called dyschezia, and it consumes my life. Yes, my life is consumed by Naomi's poop - or lack thereof. While I'm glad she most likely doesn't have something worse, like hirschsprungs, it stresses me out, particularly because there's not much I can do to help her. I'm eliminating dairy and eggs from my diet to help minimize her painful, stinky gas (which could clear a room) and that's about all I can do other than wait. Wait and clean up the constant spit-up that comes out as she strains. Wait for moments like tonight when we do the happy dance for the chance to clean a poopy diaper and see Naomi feeling good and SMILING!

Shiner

Lilly's been going through an interesting phase. First of all, she's completely accident prone. In line for Space Mountain, she was so excited she starting spinning around and spun herself right into the handrail. The swollen eye (pictured above) turned into a big black eye. A few days later, after a long light saber battle, Ava kicked her off our bed and she hit her mouth and nose on the bed rail on the way down, resulting in a fat lip and a bloody mouth and nose. The next day she fell down the stairs trying to pick up her sock, resulting in a bruise on her forehead. At this point, I'm surprised her preschool hasn't called CPS on us.

She's also been saying some super funny things lately. The newly acquired light saber makes for some interesting make-believe games. She always wants to play the part of the bad guy and I've overheard her telling Ava, "I'm going to kill your mother!" She also wielded her light saber my way telling me, "I'm going to get you and squeeze all your milk out!" ummmmmm....

She's also still really obsessed with the mysteries of childbirth. She likes to make believe that she's the doctor cutting the babies out of my tummy and placing them in my arms. No I did not have a c-section, nor did I have 7 babies, but for some reason that's the way the game works.

In addition to her more interesting sayings, she's been saying some cute things too. She likes to say that her heart is "beeping" really fast. She still says "dit" instead of get. She still calls Naomi "My-omi" most of the time. She's also known to proclaim how lucky she is to have been blessed with a little sister, shouting "Yeah! I love Jesus for sending me a baby sister!" She's also known to ask if we are keeping Myomi "for all the day", which is her way of saying forever. Cute.

One last thing - she just learned how to rider her two-wheeler. She saw Ava learning and decided she wanted to give it a go. Tyler took off her training wheels and off she went. She keeps asking me, "Can you not believe that I can ride my two-wheeler?"

The Happiest Place on Earth

Even though I'm still averaging 4-6 hours of sleep at night and feel like a walking zombie, I've been feeling stir-crazy from staying put for so long in anticipation of Naomi's arrival. For some reason the exhaustion of pregnancy is completely different for me from the exhaustion of being up in the night with a newborn. When I'm pregnant I'm generally tired and have no desire to do anything. Now, even when I'm so tired I feel dizzy, I still want to get up and out of the house. I want to redecorate rooms. I want to garden. I want to exercise. But most of all, I want to travel again.

My parents offered to meet us in Disneyland, so we took advantage of the three-day weekend to take a quick trip. Naomi was a dream for the long drive and walking around the park. We got rained on the last day, but discovered that a poncho keeps a baby stroller perfectly warm and dry.


Since we hadn't been to Disneyland in a year and half (an eternity for our family), Lilly didn't remember any of it. She got to ride Space Mountain and Tower of Terror for the first time, but the Matterhorn is still her favorite. The entire ride she kept yelling, "I told you it was fast!"


Ava has an amazing memory and remembers the details about each and every ride. She remembers what Goofy did in the hotel lobby when she was three. She KNOWS Disneyland. She's also developed an intense desire to figure out how they do everything from the characters to the special effects. While a part of me is sad to see that it isn't all 100% real to her anymore, its fun to hear her creative explanations for how things work.


The girls wore their Mickey ears the entire time we were in the park. Ava even wore hers for entire trip to Anaheim.

We went home just in time to miss the terrible storms and TORNADO warnings that came the next day. Phew!