Emma's 9 Months!

Emma has now been in our arms longer than she was in my tummy.  At this point, it feels like she has always been here and I can't imagine life without her.  It is wonderful to have a baby in my arms to cuddle and snuggle.  I am savoring every moment because as the days go on, she is becoming more mobile and independent.  This month was all about moving.  She has conquered horizontal surfaces quite well, and has begun trying out vertical dimensions, much to my distress and amazement.  Here she is below trying to figure out how to get out of the situation she crawled into.

She can walk while holding onto our fingers or the furniture quite well this month too, and was even seen pushing a box across the floor while at a friend's birthday party.

In the picture below she had climbed up the shelf with the assistance of a toy she used as a step and alerted us with a cry that she couldn't get back down.  My initial fear was replaced with excitement over a great photo opportunity.

All of this crawling, climbing and walking has really increased her appetite as well as her sleeping abilities.  She has eaten an entire avocado in one sitting and has been sleeping about seven to eight hours straight at night.  Here she is below with Bunny Blankie.

 These days it really does seem like when she isn't sleeping, she is eating.  She has been gaining weight so well this month that the doctors are convinced she is over the hump and well on her way to a healthy growth curve again.  We are still adhering to the high calorie feeding schedule, but we are hoping at her next doctor appointment we can relax a bit and feed her on a more relaxed schedule.  And of course when she isn't eating or sleeping, she is playing.  She loves playing with Lucy and for some reason is obsessed with pulling Lucy's hair.

Santa brought Lucy and Emma some blocks for Christmas, and both girls have really enjoyed playing with them - alone.  This makes it complicated for Will and I to maintain block building peace, as Emma's idea of playing blocks is knocking down and tearing apart anything Lucy makes, and Lucy's idea of playing blocks is needing to use whatever piece Emma is currently holding.

Fortunately there are some activities that both girls enjoy together, including singing along to live piano music...

 ...and sledding on their new sleds from Auntie Cate and Uncle Pat.

New habits this month include lots of finger pointing, waving and clapping as well as saying Lucy's name.  It sounds more like "Ew-See" but we know it is Lucy because she points to either Lucy or a picture of Lucy while saying it.  Now that she has Da-da and Ew-See down, I am patiently awaiting her to call me Mama.  Even with just a two word vocabulary, she is getting really good at telling us what she wants through finger pointing or just plain crawling over attempting whatever she needs herself.  She crawls to me and points at the Boppy pillow I nurse her on when she wants milk (we call it milkies) and she crawls over to her highchair or Will when she wants food.

And because I am busy getting Emma out from under the table and off of ledges, here are her eight month portraits a month late.

Excuse me while I go pull Emma down from the elliptical machine...

Christmas Portraits

I finally got around to uploading the girls' Christmas portraits to the blog and putting them in frames around the house.  Ever since Lucy's first Christmas portraits, I have been longing for the day that I could have multiple children together in one picture at the portrait studio.  As with a lot of dreams though, the reality is much different.  Don't get me wrong, I am overwhelmed by gratitude seeing two of my children together in an 'official' photo.  But, I now understand that it is a lot harder to capture a good picture with the addition of another child.  Not to mention that we arrived at the portrait studio and realized that we had forgotten the amethyst broach that we pin on Lucy in remembrance of Luke for the Christmas pictures.  

While Will was frantically rushing home to get the above mentioned broach, the young man at the front desk was trying his hardest to find my name in the appointments for the day.  I showed him my slip of paper with the confirmation date and time on it and pointed out that we had booked the first appointment of the day on purpose, to avoid the long waits and big crowds that seem to accumulate as the day wears on.  Sweat started breaking out on my forehead while I waited for him to find our name in his computer.  Finally, as I was smoothing down Lucy's hair and swaying Emma on my hip while juggling our huge diaper bag of accessories and baby equipment the guy behind the desk pointed out that the day was correct - Tuesday - but that the date was actually for Thursday.  In an incredulous voice I asked what that meant.  He replied that whoever gave us the confirmation date and time made a mistake and we weren't scheduled until Thursday.  I gave him a speechless, wide-mouthed stare for long enough that he started nervously clicking on the computer.  Finally, I turned to Lucy who had been asking for the last several minutes over and over again, "Is it our turn yet, mama?  Is it our turn now?"  

I don't remember what I said or did at that point, but maybe a minute later the young man called me from the couch I was sitting on while waiting for Will to get back with the broach and take us home.  "Mrs. Timmerman, let me see what we can do."  Several minutes after that we were in front of a backdrop, getting our pictures taken.  Maybe my silent death stare and the dripping perspiration was an indicator of just how difficult it had been to get two girls under the age of three bathed, dressed and ten minutes early to this appointment.  Either way, my relief had to have been evident and this was definitely not a part of my dream of capturing my two babies on earth in a Christmas portrait.

 

What, I shouldn't have paid for the above one?  Would you believe it was in the top five of the best ones?  Yup, we didn't have much to work with, but I suppose this is what I get for $10/portrait.

Individually, they had some nice shots though.  Look at Emma sitting like such a big girl!

And finally, here is the photo of my children on earth, together for the first time in a professional picture.  At least one is smiling.  Too bad Emma's face looks so puzzled and Luke's amethyst is hidden by her head.  If you look really closely, you will see that Emma has also lost her shoes at this point.

Although it is less than perfect, my heart swells with love and pride when I look at this picture.  This photo shoot has helped me realize something.  Dreams get us through the tough times by providing hope.  The reality however is usually far more stressful - and funnier - and memorable than a dream could ever predict.

Maximized JOY

We had a wonderful Christmas season, and are sad that today is Will's last day of Christmas break.  Tomorrow will be just an ordinary winter day and the girls and I will be missing the extra set of hands, playmate, and adult conversation.  It has been nice to reflect back on the last couple of weeks this afternoon.  This year, with a baby experiencing health issues and an active toddler I knew that I needed to make things as simple as possible and ensure that the activities we chose to do captured the holiday spirit with minimal stress.  I read several great books on the subject including Celebrate Simply by Nancy Twigg, Hundred Dollar Holiday by Bill McKibben and Unplug the Christmas Machine by Jo Robinson and Jean Coppock Staeheli.  To cement this concept even more with me, Will told me about a radio morning show he had listened to that discussed how different Christmas would be if guys were the ones in charge.  It struck a chord with me and I realized that for some reason a lot of women (myself included) feel the need to make Christmas perfect.  After reading the above mentioned books and then hearing Will tell of what he heard on the radio, I felt I was finally free to let go of my need for the 'perfect' Christmas and focus instead on creating family memories and just enjoying the season.  

In search of more meaning and less stress, I decided to forgo making my annual holiday cookies and opted instead for some scoop and bake ones to have on hand for company and Santa.  This worked out great and we still had tons of baked goods from our generous family and friends. I know there will be Christmases in the future where I will have the time and energy to bake my favorite holiday cookies, but for this year it was a nice change.  I still got my baking fix however with a craft project Lucy and I made for our family and friends - salt dough ornaments.  I cannot rave enough about this project as it definitely scored a 100% on maximizing meaning and holiday spirit without sacrificing sanity and joy.  Lucy enjoyed it too, and it was a fun way to bake with Lucy without worrying about germs, taste, and perfection.  Here Lucy is below in the various stages of making the ornaments.  The project was simple enough that she was able to do every step herself with minimal interference from me.

Thanksgiving weekend we put up our Christmas tree.  Lucy didn't really remember the Christmas tree from last year and was super excited to help us hang ornaments and sing along to Christmas music.  Emma also enjoyed hanging her first ornament up, as you can see below.  

One of the things I also looked at skipping this year were my annual holiday cards that I send out to family and friends.  Will has never liked this tradition, as he is usually the one licking envelopes and stamping envelopes at midnight two days before Christmas.  He was also quick to remind me that if guys were in charge of Christmas there would be no Christmas cards.  After really thinking it over, I decided that I valued sending cards to my family and friends and it was worth the time and energy involved.  There is something about sitting down with the prior year's address list and taking stock.  Adding new friends and new family members to the list is always fun - this year we added several great new friends and even several new family members (shout out to my first niece Ellen!).  It also is a nice way to remember those that we said goodbye to over the past year.  Taking my grandma's name off of the card list was emotional, but it caused me to stop and remember some great Christmas memories with her.

We of course continued with our tradition of decorating Luke's grave blanket with homemade ornaments as it is a great way to involve the entire family in heaven and on earth.  This year we painted birds.  While Lucy was painting, she kept saying things like, "I hope Lukey likes my ornament Mom."  "Mom, I know Lukey is just going to love this ornament!"  And the most heart wrenching, "Mom, I wish Lukey could see my ornament I made for him."  Lucy took this project very seriously.

And yes, painting without a shirt IS more inspiring - and less messy!  Here we are below having a family hug while admiring Luke's freshly decorated grave blanket.

Another continued tradition was a visit to Santa.  Last year Lucy was very uncertain while she sat on Santa's lap and so I ended up holding her next to him.  She didn't have a problem though, telling him very clearly that she wanted Elmo stuff for Christmas.  This year, it was all Will and I could do to get her within 10 feet of Santa and if we got any closer she would scream, "OUCH!!  OUCH!!  OUCH!!"  This kind of creeped Santa out who was quick to tell the people nearby that he was NOT in fact hurting her.  Emma didn't really care one way or the other and sat on Santa's lap while watching Lucy's dramatic display with some curiosity.  After Will backed a safe enough distance away from Santa, Lucy did tell him that she wanted Gummi Bears and suckers for Christmas.  I will have to readdress this tradition next year to see if the value to stress ratio is worth it.

On Christmas Eve we went to Will's parent's house for brunch and to exchange gifts.  This worked out great as the girls are at their best in the morning and we were still able to come home in time for naps.  While they were taking their naps, Will and I got an early dinner ready so that when they woke up we could bathe them, don Christmas dresses, have dinner, and then head to Christmas Eve mass.

Usually for Christmas Eve mass we go to the church we were married at in Detroit, or whatever church is closest to us since we have to get there so much earlier to get a seat.  This year we decided it would be nice to spend Christmas Eve at our church and I am so glad we did.  It was absolutely lovely and it is a tradition we are starting from here on out.  Here Lucy is below next to the nativity before mass.

An overwhelming sense of joy and gratitude filled me on Christmas eve, sitting in the pew before mass enjoying the peacefulness of the church and the beauty of my family.  I wanted to capture it in some way so I took out my iPhone and started taking pictures - that is until Will caught me and shot me a look that said "not appropriate!"

 After mass was a more appropriate time to capture the moment, so I asked the family behind us to take a picture of us in our Christmas finery.  It's not often that we look this put together!  In fact, I think it was the first time as a family of four on earth that we were all clean-smelling and color-coordinated at the same time!

When mass was over, we drove around a bit and looked at Christmas lights, then headed home and had the one item I had made special for Christmas Eve - mint chocolate chip ice cream, paired with a batch of the scoop and bake chocolate chip cookie dough from our local fruit market.  Let's just say that the stress to joy ratio was not worth it here.  The stress began when I needed to find creme de menthe for the ice cream recipe.  It was two days before Christmas, and I had tried four different stores and they were all out of the green minty liquor.  It didn't help matters that I was fighting a horrible cough and was also looking for a certain brand of all natural cough syrup that was missing as well. Not until I was standing in the liquor aisle of Meijer with Lucy, feeling completely anxious because Will was circling in the car outside with a crying Emma that I realized that perhaps I should write this one off as a loss and call it a day.  As I was waiting for the manager to check in the back for the creme de menthe, Lucy kept asking rather loudly, "Mom, is this where your cough syrup is?  Mom, where's your cough syrup?  Mom, I see your cough syrup!  There it is!  Creme de menthe!"  I received several looks from complete strangers stocking up their holiday liquor cabinets as I tried shushing Lucy and explained that creme de menthe isn't cough syrup.  After all that stress we ate the ice cream Christmas eve and no one but Will really liked it.  To make matters worse, it had completely slipped my head that I have been avoiding dairy because it upsets Emma's stomach when I nurse her.  Yup, I was up all night with Emma, cursing the creme de menthe!  Epic fail on value to stress ratio!  AND - Lucy still calls cough syrup creme de menthe!

After the girls were in bed, Will and I sat down to write our annual Christmas letter to Luke to put in his stocking.  It is at times like this that the pain of missing him is the most raw.  What would it look like to have all three of our children in their Christmas jammies in front of our tree?  Luke would have been three this Christmas and I can only imagine how excited he would have been, wondering what Santa would bring him in the morning and interacting with his sisters.

On Christmas morning we all headed downstairs together, thanks to the baby gate at the top of our stairs.  Lucy was super excited and got right down to ripping open presents.  At first she assumed that all of the presents under the tree were hers, but once she realized that some were for Will, Emma and myself, she was equally as eager to help us open ours as she was hers.  We couldn't help but notice that she seemed disappointed after she opened each gift however.  When I reminded Lucy that she still had a stocking to check out, her eyes lit up and she ran to see the full stockings hanging from our stair railing.  Here are some pictures of the sequence of events.  The first picture is of her screaming so loud she bent in half...

Then, looking up at the stockings...

Then patiently smiling for a picture before she got her stocking.

After she dumped the contents of her stocking out and saw that Santa had gotten her Gummi Bears and suckers she started jumping up and down with excitement and said, "Santa listened Mom!  Santa listened!"  After that her entire demeanor changed and she excitedly ingested sugar while playing with her new toys.  Lucy also found Emma's new toys to be as good as hers.  Here they are below opening presents.

As expected, Emma liked the paper more than her toys.

After we cleaned up the paper, Emma seemed content with her new toys.

When the last present was opened, we had a Christmas breakfast of cinnamon rolls from a tube from Trader Joe's (this is the first year I didn't make my traditional Christmas sour cream coffee cake) along with an egg casserole that we had made up the night before and popped in the oven when we came downstairs in the morning.  We stuck a candle in a cinnamon roll and sung happy birthday to Jesus.  Joy to stress ratio - priceless.

Instead of attempting naps before we headed over to my parent's house for the day, we decided to pack up our over-stimulated, and in one case, over-sugared children and make the drive to the cemetery in hopes they would sleep on the way.  Our plan worked and both kids conked out in the back, giving Will and I a quiet trip to the cemetery.  I would have wished for the girls to join Will and I at Luke's grave, but we left them asleep in the car next to Luke's grave.  When we got out at the cemetery we were met with an unexpected surprise.  My grandma's headstone had arrived!  This caught me off guard and as nice as it was to see her headstone, it was also extremely emotional seeing her name next to my grandpa's and Luke's graves.  It made her passing more real than it has been - and more final.  And it is the finality that hurts so badly.  I still can hardly believe she is gone.

After drying my tears we got back in the car and headed to my parents house.  This year it was just my parents and siblings, minus my brother Joe who lives in Florida.  It was also the first Christmas with the new generation of cousins.  Here is Lucy below with her two new girls under the Christmas tree - her cousin Ellen and sister Emma!  I can't wait to see them grow together and become lifelong friends.

 I couldn't resist posting this picture below with Emma snuggling her Aunt Jane.

 And here is a picture of Emma wearing her new Christmas present from Aunt Jenna!  Jenna made dinosaur tails for Lucy, Emma and even a miniature one for Simone.  I'm sure there will be pictures to come over the next year of the adventures with these cute little dinosaurs.

The day after Christmas in years past have been spent in various retail establishments spending gift cards, making exchanges/returns and cashing in on some great after-Christmas sales.  This year we decided to try something different.  To begin with, we had made a point with our family and friends to minimize the amount of gifts exchanged so that we could better focus on the less materialistic side of Christmas.  Will and I also limited the amount of gifts we gave the girls, and our families did as well.  This really helped reduce stress in the fact that I didn't have to find space to put all of the new objects or stand in long lines to return/exchange large quantities of items that didn't fit, work properly, or were needed.  And I felt like the gifts we did give and receive were more thoughtful and meaningful.  Because of this, we spent the day after Christmas in nature.  As a family, we seem to be at our best outside.  There are no household distractions for Will and I, the girls don't fight or whine and everyone just seems happier.  Fortunately, the almost 50 degree weather helped this new way to spend Boxing Day, but I hope that come rain, snow or sunshine we carry this tradition on.

I would be remiss not to note that we began our holidays over Thanksgiving weekend with a baby who would stay put where ever she was sat.  On our last day of this wonderful holiday season, our little baby is not only crawling like a pro, but climbing and scaling furniture as well.  What a way to end the holidays with a bang, Emma!

Yup, this holiday season we chose to maximize joy and minimize stress.  I am glad that I took the time in the beginning to assess my priorities and make sure that each activity we committed ourselves to was both thought out and in alignment with our meaning of Christmas.  Yesterday we took down the Christmas decorations and cleaned the house from top to bottom.  I am excited to have a clean house and new goals to start off 2012 (and for Emma to stop trying to pull the Christmas tree down and eat the ornaments!).  We have many things we are working on this year and I am excited to write about it on this blog while documenting Lucy and Emma's growth.  I can't believe that we will be celebrating Luke's 4th, Lucy's 3rd and Emma's 1st birthdays this year!  I wish you all a happy and healthy new year where joy is maximized and stress is minimized!

Stay tuned and I will do a separate post soon of the girl's holiday portraits as well as Emma's 9 month pictures.

The End of the Year with Lucy

It has been a busy month for us with Emma's health issues, holiday preparations and holiday festivities.  Lucy has handled the bustle quite well, all things considering and has enjoyed increased TV viewing as a result.  I will do a separate post on our holidays, but for now, here is Lucy's past month in review.

Lucy has found creative ways to keep herself occupied while I was otherwise preoccupied - mostly on hold with doctors offices - and caring for Emma.  It became a given that the price I had to pay for quiet while on the phone or trying to get Emma to sleep was a mess to clean up when I was finished.  Messes I was greeted with included:

• the entire dining room table and all six chairs painted with a paper napkin mixed in the leftover milk from Lucy's morning cereal (who knew that leftover milk could cover that amount of surface area!)
• an entire box of Kleenex emptied and then 'bouqueted' in the crack behind my bedroom door
• Lucy's bed completely striped of all of it's sheets and blankets and laid quite nicely in the upstairs hallway with all of her dolls tucked sweetly under the layers of covers
• a half-eaten chocolate covered buckeye (covertly taken from Aunt Maureen's annual Christmas cookie tray) stuffed in between the couch cushions and only discovered later that evening when Will got up from the couch and I thought he had sat in poop - after sniffing him I was relieved to find out it was chocolate!
• my favorite house plant that I've had since I was five - methodically plucked of 50% of it's leaves
• countless pieces of furniture, toys and floor coverings 'washed' in the water she carefully emptied from her cup pretty much anytime I didn't have both of my eyes focused completely on her
• numerous meals turned to artistic expressions of finger painting, dipping, soaking, splatting, crumbling, pouring, mixing and smearing.

And no, I did not take any pictures of the above mentioned attempts of Lucy trying to stave off boredom and neglect because frankly I was too busy trying to figure out how to keep my cool while resigning myself to the fact that the quiet was worth the price.  I am now trying to direct all of her creative energy into structured activities like arts, crafts and baking.  Fortunately this past month I have had a lot of help from my family.  Below is a picture of Lucy with a castle her Aunt Jane helped her build.  Note the plucked house plant in the background.

Lucy really has been a good girl despite the large wake of disaster she has been leaving behind her.  One of her favorite things to do is play hide and seek with us.  Sometimes we don't even know she is playing the game she is that good.  In the picture below a fellow patient alerted me to Lucy's whereabouts when I couldn't find her at the chiropractor's office.

Lucy had her second haircut of her life this past month.  She took the event very seriously and told my friend Kelly who cuts our hair, "I want curly hair, not spiky."  You see, Lucy describes my hair as spiky and heaven forbid she is made to look like her mother!  While Lucy was getting her hair cut, I was overwhelmed by one of those mom moments where the love and pride I felt for her was so strong I was just beaming.  She looked so beautiful and grown up, sitting completely still under the cape and taking all of the beauty shop patrons ooohs and aaahs over her curly hair so calmly that I could hardly believe she was mine.

One of the first snows of the season appeared from the window to be perfect packing snow for snowman building.  After getting both girls all bundled up, we got outside and I was able to shovel the entire driveway while bribing Lucy with the snowman we would build when I was finished.  Unfortunately, I was wrong on the type of snow and we were only able to manage a miniature snowman.  Lucy was disappointed to say the least, and I learned a valuable lesson for setting snowman expectations with two year olds - never count your snowmans until the snowballs are rolled!

The weather has been warmer than usual and we have taken full advantage.  About a week before Christmas, I decided to capitalize on the mild weather and the girls and I went downtown despite some rain.  It ended up being a picture perfect morning of storybook Christmas shopping.  I had Emma in a front carrier while I held a large umbrella and Lucy walked with her little umbrella next to us.  Shoppers and shop keepers alike were all in the Christmas spirit and I found the most wonderful and unique gifts.  I even found a book for Will that had a picture of our house taken around 1930 in it!  It felt so good to spend my hard earned Christmas cash right in the heart of my community on gifts no amount of Amazon searching could have found, while learning more about the people and places of where we live.

I will end this post with Lucy-isms from this past month:

• "Look at those bad boys!" exclaimed Lucy, pointing at the Christmas lights on Main Street
• "Mom, it's a pee explosion!" Lucy, describing what it felt like to pee after holding it in too long
• Lucy reached up to Will and said, "Pick me up before you go-go."
• "I'm so excited I have to dance!"
• And finally, her latest invention to get us to come back upstairs after we have tucked her in, "Dad, my covers are wounded!"

Happy New Year!

Parlor Tricks and Prevacid at 8 Months

Emma experienced many developmental milestones as well as some health issues this past month.  This little girl has kept us busy and the lack of pictures to choose for this post proves it.  Emma’s biggest accomplishments this month are her first two bottom teeth and crawling.  Last month she was scooting around on her tummy and able to go wherever she wanted as long as there was nothing blocking her path.  This month, she can crawl and climb over just about anything short of our safety gates.  We've even had to lower her crib mattress because she pulls herself to a stand and tries to climb out of her bed.  We are currently child-proofing our house too.  You would think our home’s safety should be top-notch since Lucy has made it to two and half years old safe and sound, but this time around is a lot more nerve wracking.  Our adorable two and a half year old just refuses to be child-proofed!  Play money, stickers, costume jewelry and food are just a few of the objects that bring great curiosity to Emma and severe anxiety to her parents.

Emma has become quite the novice at parlor tricks this month as well.  She will kiss me on the mouth with her mouth wide open when we say "Kiss" and will clap our open palm when we sing "Patty Cake".  If you ask her a question like, "Are you hungry?" or "Do you want to play?" she will nod her head repeatedly while bouncing and smiling.  And just this past week she has started waving her hand when we say "hi" or "bye."

Emma loves to hold onto our fingers as she walks around the room and isn't content to be held without trying to climb up our shoulder or arm.  It is a great workout for us - Emma the climbing medicine ball.  Fortunately, Emma still loves being in the baby carrier all snuggled up to me which has been great for playing outside with Lucy or while shopping with the two of them.

Our little Emma gave us quite a scare a couple of weeks ago.  About ten minutes after I had laid her down in her crib sound asleep I heard choking and gagging on the monitor.  I ran upstairs and grabbed her out of her bed and started thumping her on the back.  It took almost two hours for the coughing and gagging to stop.  When I finally got her back to sleep and laid her down the choking started all over again.  I spent the night sitting upright with her in the rocking chair and in the morning I called and made an appointment to see our pediatrician, thinking that Emma had caught the croup Lucy had the week prior.  Emma's sinuses and lungs checked out completely clear at the doctor the following day and we began to suspect that perhaps Emma was suffering from acid reflux like Lucy.  Little details started adding up - since about four months old, Emma has been steadily falling off of her growth chart curve.  When she was born she was in the 50% for weight and length.  Now she is under 5% on the growth chart, meaning she is smaller than more than 95% of babies her age.  Our second clue is that she has been refusing to eat solids.  She makes a "lemon" face every time we present food to her.  According to the pediatric gastrologist this is common among babies with severe inflammation in their esophagus from months of acid reflux eroding it away.  Our third and most trying clue is the fact that we can no longer lay her flat for anything - diaper changes, putting her coat on or sleep without her arching her back and screaming.  That part is like déjà vu from Lucy who went undiagnosed with acid reflux until she was ironically the same age Emma is now.  After a trip to the emergency room due to more severe choking and finally an appointment with the pediatric gastrologist this past Wednesday, Emma is now on Prevacid and slowly, slowly, ever so slowly doing a little bit better.  To say that we are frustrated is an understatement.  I can hardly believe that we have another child with sleep issues of this magnitude.  I feel like I am missing the best parts of Emma’s babyhood because I am constantly trying to get Emma to sleep or eat.  She is at the point now where she is sleeping so little and eating so frequently (for weight gain purposes) that I feel like we are back in the newborn stage again.  The only difference is a newborn doesn’t get into everything and sleeps most of the day!  We have another appointment this coming week with the gastrologist, and we are hoping that she starts to show some more improvement so we can avoid extensive testing and the anxiety that something more serious is wrong.

Our little bean continues to be good natured through all of this.  As long as we aren’t laying her down, she is nothing but smiles and cuddles.  She continues to be a mama's girl, but she definitely loves her sister and her daddy, in that order.

We are looking forward to Emma’s first Christmas and hopefully experiencing a Silent Night soon!