Poor Kiddo

Look out Vanessa, we've got our own boo boo's to display. (I think you and Rebecca are the only one's who read this anyway). It actually looks worse than it is, Lizzy is her normal self, going through a growth spurt at the moment. I am always impressed how much she eats these days. Anyway, a little allergic reaction to something left some giant hives all over... or we call them "bumps". She's quite proud of them, I think. They don't bother her, which is awesome. Kind of shocking to see =)

Trouble

We have officially entered the putting things up our nose stage. Lizzy and I were playing Hi-Ho-Cheerio earlier this morning and it was still out after we had finished playing. Shrek was on TV, Lizzy's new favorite and a staple during this crummy weather, when she started rubbing her nose and crying. She sneezed, and I saw something brown sticking out of her nose. I realized they were the little cardboard circles that were punched out of the game to create the holes in the trees.


By this point, Lizzy wouldn't blow because she was so upset, so we headed to the bathroom where my tweezers are located. I pinned her down on the ground and proceeded to pull out 3 chewed up cardboard circles from one nostril and 2 from the other. Lizzy continued to cry, especially since she was looking at herself in the mirror (this usually makes her more upset and I think she does it on purpose).

Anyway, they were out and we had a talk about NOT putting things up our noses. This was the second time, the first was a very small pink rubber hair band. She had pulled it out of her hair while sitting in the carseat, and then shoved it up her nose. We couldn't see it at all, but she was sneezing and rubbing her nose so much we figured out something was wrong. We pulled that one out by hand since I had her blow into a tissue. Two lucky breaks I say, let's not make it three.

November 1st

Well, it came and went. I wasn't sure how I would feel about the day when it finally came. Our due date. My friend Amy once said about her miscarriage, "As long as I'm pregnant again by the time the due date rolls around, I'll feel ok." I definitely think that it helps to be pregnant, but my heart aches a little knowing that I don't think I would feel ready to have a newborn right now. It makes it feel like it never happened. I feel confused that I don't feel more sad. Not sure if God has used the time to heal my heart, or if I'm just focused on the new pregnancy.

I had a feeling that something was going to go wrong with that pregnancy. Maybe my eyes just opened to the frequency of others who had experienced loss. Pregnancy is such a fragile thing, and I so took it for granted when I was pregnant with Lizzy. Total ignorant bliss.

I still feel uneasy about this current pregnancy. It doesn't help that we have had complications. Our next ultrasound is November 11th, and I keep thinking I'll feel better when.... When I can see the baby, when I can hear the heartbeat, when I stop bleeding, when I actually gain some weight. I know it doesn't help to be anxious, and I do have times when I let go and give control back to God where it stinking belongs. But I have times that the lump in my throat is just building and building and I can't make the ache in my heart stop. Kathleen says I need to cry more, little pressure releases so I don't end up blowing a fuse. I'm still learning how to process and be congruent. I really wish I had a better grasp on that before I did lots of things. I've definitely made some progress, and ready to tackle some more.

Big Girl Bedroom

Well, it's been awhile since I've put anything up. We've been very busy getting Lizzy's big girl bedroom ready. You can see her in her new room... sans pants. Today we are starting potty training... we'll see how that goes. Anyway, hope you get the gist of the new room.

Bike Riding

We have really enjoyed our Sunday morning bike rides. Lizzy loves her "el-mut" (helmet) and pads. They have all her favorite sesame street characters. She's just started getting the concept of smiling for the camera too (well in this case, wincing.)

Found

I'm so glad we found our camera charger... We missed out on pictures of the beach and pictures with the Iowa smiths. I could kick myself. But it's found thanks to my wonderful husband, who was out of luck for dinner tonight because I forgot to make it! We agreed to have dinner at home and I was visiting with my parents and completely lost track of time. Poor Dave. Now he gets to eat at probably 9:30pm or 10:00pm, whenever he gets home. I feel terrible. My p-brain isn't helping us out too much.

We're not done hunting possums

Cousin Daniel in New Zealand would be proud... At 2:30am this morning, our dog Tui was barking. She is a dog that thankfully, does not bark (though she has other problems) unless there is a reason. So naturally, when I woke up to constant barking, I asked Dave if he thought it was Tui. We soon realized it was, and he went to check it out. I sat on the bed, terrified that someone was breaking into our house and had attacked Dave (did I mention we watched a Vampire movie right before bed?) I waited for what felt like an eternity before Dave came back and asked me to come check out Tui. She was pretty dirty, but other than that she was ok. Turns out Dave had found a half mangled possum that Tui had been... well I don't know what she was doing. But the possum needed to be put out of it's misery which my wonderful husband did. I don't know what I would have done if he wasn't here.

The last time we had to kill a possum, we were riding around in cousin Daniel's truck late at night with a .22 and a spotlight. To be fair, the possums carry diseases that transmit to the dairy cows on their farm. It was still dang fun though. Made me miss the farm and our fabulous Kiwi family.