Sunday, December 29, 2013

A covered Christmas

Mia turned 3 on Monday, December 16. Aunt Ray Ray and Uncle Russell bravely took her to see Frozen in the theaters which was only her second movie ever, but of course my little couch potato did great. Since I had to work on her actual birthday and we had already had her party, we ate chili and cake after the movie and that was that. On the 19th I took Mia for her 3 year well check and Livi for her 1 year vaccines since she was too sick to get them before. Both girls were healthy as ponies at the check up, but a precise 48 hours later the beastly bugs from the doctor's office incubated into a ferocious like-the-flu but not flu virus. I figured the virus would just run its course, so I busted out the humidifier, Advil, and coffee and settled in for a long winter's illness. Mia would run in circles every morning and collapse every afternoon. Three days later she was still running a fever but it was Christmas Eve and we aaaaalways go to Mass together on Christmas Eve. So like insensitive boneheads we crammed ourselves into the pew with all the regulars and Chr'Easters, and then went on to find other inhabitable bodies for Mia's bugs at PawPaw and Tutu's Christmas party. About 10 minutes into the party Mia starting completely falling apart. She was burning hot so I zipped home to get the ibuprofen, and while I was gone she puked on their couch. Exit stage left. But I did get this super adorable picture of Livi Lou.

The next day? Same song, identical dance. Except this time I was double teamed by sickies as Olivia came down with the plague.
Sick 1 and Sick 2
I had juuust gotten Livi off of her antibiotics for the ear infection and was trying to wean her by New Years, but I can't wean a sick baby! Mia was still scorching on Thursday, day 5, so I took her back to the doctor. Her flu test was negative so it was probably "just a virus," though pneumonia did get thrown around as a potential diagnosis. Olivia is on day 4 and is unsurprisingly still running 102 fevers, so Dr. Long will get to see my lovely mug first thing Monday if Livi's fever stays up. I feel like I'm never gonna wean her, but somehow the monitor read high today for the first time in 2 years.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Party Tardy

With the holidays and the girls' birthdays all happening within a month, I had the questionable idea to have a joint birthday party on Olivia's birthday and then a smaller something special for Mia's birthday.

Olivia got a cold for her birthday complete with low-grade fever, but we gave her Advil, warned our friends, and carried on as planned.
On her birthday. Can you see the sick eyes?
She gagged a little at dinner which I blew off on being a baby with drainage, but when it was cupcake time, the gag turned into an actual upchuck. A typical Templeton, she ralphed and rallied, so after getting cleaned up and changed, Livi happily watched Mia open all their presents.

The rest of the weekend looked a lot like this
since the cold went into an ear infection and her fever spiked to just shy of 104. Nothing a gallon of amoxicillin can't cure. 

Now for the syrupy photo narrative of all things Olivia.
^We loved you, but you were not the cutest newborn.

^Mia liked you too.

^By 6 weeks the cute was coming out.

^And at three months, we had firmly established your title as Cutest Baby on the Planet.

^At six months your silly little personality started to peek out.

^And at 9 months your title was officially changed to Smiliest Baby on the Planet.

^Now at one year old, people can't stop talking about your eyelashes, your dimples, and your smile.

In fact, just today a lady called us into her office at a funeral home (for Judge Baker; rest in peace) to show you to her mother. She couldn't get over how petite you were, especially to see you walking so steadily and speedily, grinning all the time of course.

Olivia, you are a precious blessing, and I thank God every day for the gift of your life.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Olivia turned 1! And we did some other stuff too.

Hi there! Its good to see you after all this time! Glad you still remembered how to find me. We've been a bit busy lately, so I've had less time than usual to contemplate my naval and write about it. Darn. So... please sit back and fall asleep while I talk about what's been keeping me so occupied.

A. Rachel's wedding
Oh my gosh, y'all... she was such a beautiful bride! Did I even need to say that? She's gorgeous anyways. Everything went amazingly smoothly, and even Mia and Weston did their flower girl and ring bearer jobs without so much as a sip of whine. 

the honorary flower girl-
she didn't get to actually go down the aisle
The prep and logistics were kinda tricky with two littles and ALL of our family being out of the running for child care. We wore out several babysitters in the days leading up to and the two days of festivities, but they all lived to hand over the baby goats and sit another day.

2. The new job. In case we're not friends IRL and you unfortunately staggered into my virtual world, I tutor unsuspecting students in math and physics. I love it, and it has been an unexpectedly easy transition for the most part. But... I've been spending a lot of time relearning trig functions and the laws of motion, and oh Lord I'm a nerd cuz I love every geeky minute of calculator punching and number crunching.

D. Feeding the frenzy of Fertility Freakout 2013

Even Pampers thinks I'm ready for another
I've already lamented here that I always want to be pregnant, but each time each girl has approached her first birthday, the intensity of that desire shoots stratospheric. Not to mention that everyone else I know is pregnant (and in my world, everyone means 2 or more), so I have a serious and chronic case of womb envy. Forget that I'm living the NFP dream of having kids naturally well-spaced and giving my body fully to the nursing baby for at least a year, my gut reaction of "I want, I want, I want" trumps most logic most days. So in addition to my feverish prayers for deliverance from my psychosis, I busted out the lated monitor to chart my non-cycles per dear ole Marquette. *Low, low, low. YOURE NOT FERTILE JUST DEAL WITH IT ALREADY*

D2. Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving was good. Caleb had to work- which is my #1 gripe with his hospital job- but the girls and I rallied for a daddyless day with the family. We spent the morning at Gran Marty and Temp's for the Boulevard Bolt and brunch

and spent the afternoon at Hannah's for more eating and playing.
Full bellies + family = happy day

And finally-- birthday! Hmmm, my superb mothering skills suggest that at the very least I give Olivia her own first birthday blog post, so stay tuned! Later gator taters!