Happy Memorial Day

What a weekend! We had beautiful weather and have tan lines (I have burn lines because I can't remember to put sunscreen on myself after lathering three kids) to prove it.

Our good friends came over this weekend for a BBQ. Their little girl was a NICU neighbor. The girls had a great time playing together. We spent time up at the playground (still a challenge for us even when Daddy is there to help), enjoyed some good food and drink, and spent the later part of the evening hanging out in the driveway. It is impossible to not be overcome with gratitude when watching all THREE girls play together. The girls have developed their own personalities at this point and they are all very different. What makes them similar is the percarious road they traveled for three to four months in the NICU. No one would have predicted that they would be running around in our yard, fighting over toys and barely giving their parents a chance to sit and relax two years later. How lucky we are.

Charlotte - 24 weeker with the most beautiful eyes popping out from behind all of that hair


We ended our weekend with a family day at home. The girls spent a solid couple of hours playing in our new wading pool. Lila Grace absoluetly loved it and Savannah still considers swimming in the driveway a big treat. Adeline was slow to warm up and had to play in the water while standing outside of the pool. Eventually, she got her feet wet and was the last one in the water. I think she enjoyed it the most.

All three girls have a tinge of red on their noses and faint tan lines from their suits. I guess summer is officially here and I couldn't be more happy!

Preschool Graduation - Or Maybe Not

Our Memorial Day weekend kicked off with Savannah's preschool graduation ceremony. It is assumed that most of the kids in her class will enter Kindergarten in the fall. We planned this for Savannah and have her registered. However, after attending the Kindergarten open house, I had misgivings. I finally gave into that nagging feeling in my stomach and asked the director of her preschool if there was a spot in the 5's class next fall. There was ONE! Well, there was my sign. I asked Savannah if she wanted to go to her preschool or to Kindergarten next year and she enthusiastically replied, "To Brandywine." That sealed the deal and took a tremendous "worry weight" off of my shoulders. Not surprisingly, Savannah asked a few days later, "Are my Kindergarten teachers going to be sad that I wanted to go to the Brandywine School?"

Savannah makes the cut off for Kindergarten by two days which would most likely make her the youngest student in the school. Academically, I do not think that poses a problem. Socially and emotionally, it does. Unfortunately Savannah took a little bit my personality (worrier/perfectionist) and paired it with a little bit of her Daddy's personality (wall flower/pleaser) and has created a very sweet and thoughtful little girl. The kicker is, that this sweet little girl worries about EVERYTHING and tries to please everyone at any cost. She lacks confidence and is "much more cerebral than most kids her age." (words from her preschool director) While most kids are running around and not giving much thought to things, Savannah is caught up by the litter she sees in the parking lot, the ant she accidentally stepped on and the name that so and so called so on so at school. She allows kids to "take advantage" because she is too scared to stand up for herself. She is slow at seat work because she is afraid her teacher will be disappointed if it isn't perfect. I am finding it hard to describe her without writing a book but the above is representative of the many reasons we are keeping her in preschool (a.k.a. out of the real world).

This, of course, did not lesson our enthusiasm for her "graduation." Savannah's class sang a few songs before walking across the stage to get hugs and a diploma from their teachers. I had a hard time holding back the tears. She looks so old! I can already feel her slipping away.


She got to use rollers for the very first time!


Still loves her Bunny and Teddy Bear


Her Diploma


Savannah and Mrs. Jones


Savannah and Mrs. Weinberg


Trying to get a picture of all three girls in the same dress for the first time.

Zippity Do Dah

Savannah's last dance class was today. She has been attending since January and has really enjoyed it. It was new to me as much it was to her since I have never taken dance. Those of you who have seen me dance already know this of course. Her Daddy and I thought it would be a good "first" activity. We were hoping that it would help her gain confidence by providing a platform that made it impossible to fail. It did, and it has enabled her to come out of her shell just a bit more. She is painfully shy and very inhibited in her "dance" at class. She can tear it up at home but therein lies the difference between home and the real world.

I have to share some clips from todays class. I am so proud of my girl. She tries very hard and is unfortunately fighting off some tough left footed genes. I saw a smile on her face today was coupled with a look that said, "Look Mommy, I can finally do it in both directions!" (scooting across the room sideways in the video) We have practiced this so many times across our hardwood floors. I just wanted to run out to the floor and give her a great big hug. Instead of going for speed and skipping over the technique, she took the time to do it right. She was beaming and so was I. Please God, don't let moments like these end.

What may be most ammusing is what goes on behind the scenes. Savannah attends with three other preschool friends who happen to have mommies that are very good friends of mine. We all have babies around the twins' age which leaves us with four one and a half year olds trying to patiently wait until big sister is done. No, we are not among the parents you see in the background. We are in a tiny "holding room" with a baby gate blocking the opening to the dance floor. Often, you will see four little heads peering over the gate with pure envy. Once the gate is down they head onto the dance floor while sister gets ready to go home.

The poor videography is partly due to Adeline trying to climb all over me in hopes of getting her hands on the camera. Thank goodness I left Miss Grace on the other side of the gate.

I Knew It!

For the past couple of weeks I have heard birds chirping in my foyer. After many unsuccessful attempts of identifying their location, I conclude that they are in my walls! Honestly, you can hear little birds chirping in my house when all is quite.

Since Alex didn't take me seriously and the chirping stopped, I forgot about my little friends. The other day I found it odd that there was a substantial amount of straw on my doormat after a very strong wind/rain storm but didn't think anything of it. Well come to find out, it was the fall of my little friends' home. My neighbor pointed out that my wreath had a nest attached to it. Unfortunately, the wind had made my wreath turn which must have left the little birdies tumbling across my yard during our latest storm.

I can't bring myself to do the final demolition of their home even though I have very little hope that they will return.

Moments Worth Documenting

Since we have had the pleasure of Daddy being home for an entire week and a half, we have had ample opportunities for photo ops and new experiences. It looks like I am going to condense them into one post which puts me well over the limit of pictures and different events one should include in a single post. What can I say, I am busy mommy who thinks my kids are pretty darn cute and funny.

We took Lila Grace to a pool for the first time. Well, we have dipped her feet before but that didn't really count. It was a bit chilly and her lips were purple within ten minutes but she seemed to enjoy herself. At first she thought it was a bath tub and sat right down (that is a product of us telling her to sit down in tub at least a 100 times). Once she realized she had the freedom to move around, she was off. After many splashes, chases with big sister and two falls that sent her under, it was time to warm her up and take her home.

Even though it completely goes against my grain, all kids should have the opportunity to jump in rain puddles after a crazy, loud thunder storm. Not something I would attempt an any night other than bath night (don't worry we go more than every other night) or on a night when Daddy wasn't around for that much needed extra set of hands. Savannah was timid at first due to her wiring - much like her mommy's. Eventually she was in from head to toe. Lila Grace loved it - surprise, surprise and Adeline wouldn't put a toe in. That is pretty much my girls in a nutshell.






For the past four years, I have been trying to figure out how parents walk around stores with toddlers asleep on their shoulder. It is as if they had a quick errand to run, grabbed the kid out of the car seat asleep and threw him over the shoulder with full confidence that he or she would stay asleep. I have been in awe of it for years. Well, I may soon be one of those parents!! We pulled Miss Belle from her car seat today and took a number of pictures before plopping down on the family room floor. Her mouth was hanging so far open that I propped it closed for the one of the pictures. She didn't even budge. Never wake a sleeping baby. . .






Funny faces. . .something all of my girls have and oddly enough they are all different. Savannah always incorporates claws with her hands and wide eyes. Lila Graces squints, scrunches her nose, and usually covers it up with her hands. Adeline puts both hands on the sides of her face and smiles. They are very amused by each other's funny face and often have me laughing so hard that I can't hold the camera still.







Finally, I will end this post with a series of pictures that answers the question, "Why don't I have a picture with all of my girls on Mother's Day."

Four Year Old Logic

On the way to Adeline's surgery, Savannah stated that she wanted to play at the hospitals playground. Alex was planning on taking her and Lila to play and eat lunch while I got Adeline through her pre-op. Immediately after telling Savannah the plan she became very distressed.

"We can't eat our lunch out at the playground!"

"Why not?"

"The bees will try to sting us!"

"No they won't"

"Yes they will. They will get their stingers out!"

"Sweetie, there aren't that many bees around."

"Yes there are. Look outside, isn't it a nice day. Bees like nice days."

"Why do you think bees want to sting you."

"Well, peanut butter is brown and so is honey. They will think I have a honey sandwich."

We try to contain our laughter because this is clearly a serious issue to the one in the backseat.

"Okay, we will eat lunch in the cafeteria."

"Well, we better not buy any lollipops at the hospital either. Even if they have a whole bunch, we better not get any."

"Why?"

"Because the bees will think they smell like flowers and try to sting us again."

That's my girl. Always thinking things through.

Home Again

That's right, Adeline cruised through her surgery today and is sleeping peacefully in her own bed tonight.

We were considered an outpatient surgery and were told to arrive at 12:30. I packed a bag anyway knowing that Adeline would most likely have an oxygen requirement after being vented for the procedure. By the way, the procedure was putting stints in her tear ducts so that her eyes will tear and drain normally.

Adeline was all smiles when we arrived. They were a bit ahead of schedule which caused us to have Alex, Savannah and Lila Grace wait around instead of heading back home (they drove the girl and I down to the hospital because Savannah wanted to go). Adeline was dressed in hospital attire and playing on her stretcher in no time. After meeting with the wonderful Anesthesiologist (who adored her and her name), my fears were put at bay. He was aware of her history and chronic lung disease/BPD. However, he said that she was most likely clear of her lung disease which is still hard for me to believe even though it is most likely true. He planned for her to come off of the O's quickly after surgery and go home like all the average kids would do in this situation. I was still skeptical but enjoyed lumping her into the population of "average/typical" kids during our conversation.

Because Adeline is so warm and friendly with strangers, there was no need to administer the nasal spray to make her "loopy." I handed her off to the anesthesiologist to carry into the OR (which was welcomed with open arms and obviously rarely done) instead of wheeling her in, groggy and out of sorts. She gave me a big smile and snuggled into her new found friend. The last words I heard as I was walking out of pre-op was, "You really are the sweetest baby aren't you?" It warmed my heart as I knew she was in good hands.

The family hung out in the waiting room and an hour or so later the doc was out telling us everything went well. Because it was the end of the day, they let the whole family sit at the bedside while waiting for Miss Belle to wake up. Seeing her brought back the NICU because her face was puffy and smooshed up due to the ventilator mask and tube that they had yet to pull. Finally, she came to and we were on our way home knowing that we have the equipment at home if for some reason she can't stay saturated.

Oddly enough, Adeline was in great spirits. The nurse mentioned that eye procedures produce the most cranky kids. She told us to expect Adeline to rub, itch and tug at her eyes. She did none of that. In fact, she got home and stood up to walk across the room with no encouragement time and time again. She was even clapping her hands to her favorite music. It was as if she wasn't under general anesthesia few short hours before.

Her sats look good and I expect that she will wake up in the morning as if nothing happened. All three of our girls were troopers today as it was long for everyone. Miss Belle continues to prove me wrong and, for today, was lumped into the "normal kids" group requiring no extra care or attention.



All smiles



Giving her Bunny loves




Lila Grace trying to decide what she thinks about her sister going under the knife


Savannah telling Lila stories while they wait


Looking like she is back in the NICU


Home and happy

Happy Mother's Day

This is a day when I revel in my children and hope with every ounce of my being that I am raising them right! I am thankful for my girls, my wonderful husband who sent them into me holding roses this morning, and my fabulous mommy friends who always lend an ear or hand. I recognize this moment, this day, and the upcoming years with the girls still at home, as the prime of my life.

I still am in awe that God chose me to mother these three beautiful girls. I held onto that in the NICU. . .No matter the outcome, God chose me because he believed I was the best mommy for these girls. They have profoundly changed me for the better, I pray when they look back over their childhood they see a devoted mother who loved them (for lack of better words, I will use Savannah's) as big as the Earth and Heaven all squished together.

As one mom wrote to me today, "We can't dwell too much on the future or we won't be able to enjoy today." I agree, the future can loom over you like a dark cloud. Why are so hung up on the future? Another mommy friend unexpectedly dropped off a book to me this morning. The first line reads "We dream our lives in grand gestures, but we live our lives in small moments." (Small Graces by Kent Nerburn) I couldn't say it better myself. I have big dreams for my girls but I realize what melts my heart is often found in the middle of dinner, bath time or driving in the car.

Today I embrace my girls and the small graces in my life!



Savannah and Mommy standing in the grass getting their picture taken




Savannah and Mommy at the Mother's Day Tea



Savannah's recipe for Mommy's favorite dish (a salad from Bravo Pizza! click on the picture to read what she said)




Savannah singing I'm a Little Teapot

Finally Walking

Due to many requests, I have put together a video of Adeline taking some first steps. She can walk, stand up without assitance and change direction in mid-stride. This doesn't mean her primary mode of getting around is walking. It takes continual encouragement and patience. She has yet to "buy in" and knows that crawling is faster and easier. Although she doesn't always walk, Adeline is getting closer. Just today she came walking around the corner. She loves to show off for visitors, so please come and visit. This Mommy is all out of tricks and walking to me has become boring for the little one.

A Day in the Life

Lately, I seem to forget to pull out the camera. Either we are constantly on the go or the battery isn't charged. Either way, I feel as if I am not catching the "moments."

For example, when I think of Lila Grace playing upstairs, I have a vivid picture of her putting markers in the toaster. When people ask what her favorite activity is, I quickly report that toasting markers is top of her list. More than not she is sitting on the table but a few nights ago I caught her sitting appropriately while methodically arranging her markers. I don't know what the draw is but after watching her do it countless times, there is clearly a goal in mind.



While Lila was toasting markers, I was working with Adeline on sensory issues. During her last OT session, we pulled out shredded paper. At first she wouldn't touch it but thanks to that patience of her therapist she would reach out and touch a piece. After praising, distracting and tying the paper to all of her favorite toys, Adeline was touching, pulling and removing the shreds from her play space. I tried to follow it up with a mini session before bed and was quite successful. I was surprised how little it bothered her. Of course, I had to work on my issues of having it spread to one end of her room to the other.


The night ended with bottles on the floor. Both girls fell apart which meant either bottles on the floor or one cries while I feed the other. It was kind of cute how they snuggle up to one another.

These are the moments that make me smile at the end of the day.