Tuesday, June 19, 2012


L: I'm a cowboy!! (helping W from falling off the bed...on purpose). I have to go. My horses need me. I promised I would take care of them. And Otro is there and he's a bad guy and sometimes he turns into a monster. And the cowboys need me because they said they would be the judge. (walking out the door) I'll be back. Because cowboys do that.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

A Joke

W and I are in the living room painting my nails. L comes out and in a singsong voice "W! Mummy! I have a secret. Come here"

We go to my bedroom and then bathroom.
L: I tried to put on the lid but I couldn't! (to daddy's shaving cream)
(I put it on and said is that it?)

L: No. This is a toothbrush! That's a joke!!

When I grow up

L: "When I grow up I'm going to be an astronaut, a ladybug, an elmo and a zookeeper!"

M: What?!

L: An astronaut, a car, a steering wheel, zoom zoom, a zookeeper!

M: When you grow up?

L: Yep! When I grow up! I gonna be all those things!!

M: L you crack me up.

L: You crack me up too Mummy.

Friday, September 2, 2011

September 2, 2011

(As she's standing on top of the slide yelling)
L: David! David! David!!

Me: Lucy! His name is William.

L: Ooooh.


The kids were running through the water and saying "shui! shui!" Took me a minute and then I realized they were saying water in Chinese. Amazing what they learn from their shows. Ni-Hao Kailan teaches them all kinds of things. :)   BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Are you a good boy?

Well, all the results from the Noonan's genetic tests came back. They were all negative. I was depressed and pretty discouraged. Our genetic counselor said at this point we're in the land of diminishing returns as far as a genetic answer goes, and she kept calling William's case a complex case. We met with our endocrinologist though and she said about 50% of her Noonan's cases don't have the genetic back up. She kept using this term for a diagnosis that doesn't have genetic back up. When I was googling the next day trying to figure out what that term was, I learned quit a bit. The cases that do have genetic back up are quite a bit more severe and generally come with heart defects and mental retardation. Once I learned all that I was so grateful we weren't showing up on any genes. I've come to peace with the fact that we really just need to wait for the science to catch up. 15 years ago there wasn't any sort of genetic testing on these kinds of things. And just since about March, they found a new gene that Noonan's was carried on. I think in about 4 or 5 years there will be better science. And when we move to VA and start going to Johns Hopkins hospital we might stumble upon a geneticist that has seen a case like William's before. I've laughed all along that there may be a Torres syndrome at the end of this. However, it's looking more and more likely at this point. But William, is doing really well. He's grown another inch in a month. He's putting on weight and he's hitting his milestones left and right. I've always been excited for him to start really talking. However, now that he is, I just wish he'd be quiet for ten minutes. I'm really proud of everything he's doing. Even if he is drawing on the walls, climbing things that terrify me and driving his big sister nuts.

Finally, Lucy is potty trained. She caught on really fast. We're still working on pooping in the potty, but we've had 4 or 5 successes. We've had several days where we've been out of the house all day and not only has she stayed dry, she's used the big potties.

The other night our cats were sick. We had our babysitter come over to watch the kids so we could take the cats to the vet. We have an amazing babysitter. Not only did she make them dinner, paint their nails, play games with them, she also cleaned up the living room. She is the sister in law of the kids' God Mother. She has been such a blessing to have come into our lives. When we came home she hung out for a little while. She brought brownie mix to make with the kids and we didn't have any good eggs. Lee went to the store for diapers and he picked up eggs, so she stayed to make brownies. When Lucy kept getting walked on by Will, Lucy went not to her mummy for kisses better, but to Christie. :)

That night, when Will was sitting in his chair I asked him if he was a good boy. He answer "No! I William!" Well okay then.

I feel like we're starting to get in a groove as a family, so I'm hoping that my blog posts will be far more frequent now.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

The Snikkles

Today's been a rough day in some ways. William is still getting used to the growth hormones...and to being two. The growth hormones are causing some moodiness (read naughtiness) with him. I try and keep perspective thinking how I was when I started birth control. I don't think I was the nicest person either. However, William crossed the line today. At lunch he threw his hamburger at me, and then his sippy cup. And then the high chair tray. And so off he went to his very first time out. I put him on my bed and he got down. I put him back on the bed and turned around but still stood in there. Once he was done I asked him if he would be nice. I'm not entirely sure he got it, but he knew he was in trouble.

But we also got some laughs today as well. Lucy (who, for some reason doesn't like wearing clothes) was wiping her belly and looked down and noticed her nipples. She said "What's that?" I told her it was a nipple. She said "a nickle?" a nipple "stickle?" nipple. "sniffle?" nipple. "pickle?" nipple "A SNICKLE!" Okay...a snickle.

And it appears that William inherited my grace. After talking to Grandma and Grandpa on Skype, he wanted to come say good-bye. He was in the office and somehow ran straight into the door that was open. Poor little bugger. He'll probably have a black eye from it. I swear, with all the therapists that come into our house and all the bruises the kids get, I'm surprised we haven't had CPS called yet. I'm just glad the therapists understand toddlers.

Oh...and we did have a victory. Lucy went "peep" in the potty. After our friend's birthday party this Saturday we're hitting it hard. My goal is to have her completely trained by the time we go back east this spring. And I won't actually be surprised if Will ends up being potty trained too. Course...now that I think about it, maybe we should wait until we have a washer that works. Yeah...gonna hit it hard Tuesday.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

The Pickles

Lucy has become very verbal lately. GRANTED she doesn't talk to people she doesn't know, or knows fairly well, other than Lee and I, but she's getting better.

Today she said out of the blue to me. "Grandma's sick, and Grandma T's, sick...and Grandpa has the pickles!! He has a cough." Took me a second, but then I realized that she meant the sniffles.

I think having the pickles may be in our vocabulary from here on out.