I AM

I AM 1 YEAR OLD

• I am still busting out of my 6-12 month clothes.
• I am still wearing a size 3 diaper.
• I am walking everywhere and in to everything.
• I am a mocking bird. If I hear you make a sound, I try to repeat that sound. Vowels would be an example.
• I am into everything. When it gets quiet, that is when you should worry. I love to TP the bathroom.
• I am prone to throw fits.
• I am in love with my sister and a big Daddy's girl.
• I am taking my morning bottle around 6:00, eat oatmeal around 9:30, if I get thirsty I can have a sippy of milk, I eat lunch around 12:00 (prefer big girl food, that stuff in the jars is for babies), I have an afternoon bottle around 3:00 (I will be losing this one soon), then supper with the family around 6:30 and a cereal bottle around 8:30.
• I am a picky eater and there is no forcing me to eat something once I make up my mind.
• I am taking two naps a day.
• I am not sure about these tubes in my ears.
• I am so over these chicken pox!!!!
• I am Ellison Ann, Els, Pootie Poot, Brat Brat, Elsie Bop, Red, The Red Headed Banshee, and Els Bells.

So what's new with you?

I have no pictures to update with. It has been a fairly eventful week, with no signs of slowing up in the foreseeable future, YIPEEE!

Tuesday Hadley had a place on her back that she said hurt. By Wednesday night it was red, hard and had what appeared to be a whitehead on it. Thursday Wayne took her to see the nurse at school and she said that it looked like she had some type of staph infection. Sure enough, I took her to the doctor and that is precisely what it was. She had a wart that had abscessed and developed staph. What followed was not pretty. As I held Hadley face down, they drained the site, she screamed at the top of her lungs about not wanting it popped, it went on for 10 minutes. After it was over, and I let her up and discovered the next ugly truth of the day, the sleeve of my shirt from wrist to elbow covered in snot and tears. The joys of Motherhood, the conveniently left out of the manual. We should get the results of her culture back on Monday and are hoping the antibiotic they have her on is the correct treatment.

Friday Ellison got her tubes in her ears. We are so very hopeful for the relief that this will bring her. She was such a little trooper. By Friday afternoon she was back to her little fiery self leaving havoc in her wake. Such a little "tude with that one. I love it now, not sure in 6 months. Friday evening I got a text message from Ellison's teacher saying there had been 3 confirmed cases of chicken pox in her class and to watch her closely (do you see where this is going). We checked her out and didn't see any signs, my Mom had come up to watch the girls for us Saturday and they enjoyed some BellBell time. This morning when Ellison woke up, she had a few bumps on her belly. As the day has progressed, the pox have multiplied. We will be taking her to the doctor this afternoon for confirmation, but more than that to document it in her chart and get some questions answered. After texting her teacher back, I have learned they are now up to 5 cases including Ellison.

So it appears the little red head will celebrate her birthday with a polka dot theme. We will have to put her 1 year pictures (which were scheduled for Wednesday), her birthday party (which was scheduled for Saturday) and Thanksgiving on hold and see what develops. Which only means December is going to be crazy!!!!!!

Seriously....

the red head has a hard life..

Tea a drink with jam and bread

So there is a story behind this tea party. It was several weeks in the making. At the start of the school year, the Girl Scouts came in to talk to the girls at The Bud, of course Hads wanted to join. Time is a little thin for us in the evenings right now and we had already told her she could only have one activity this year. She had already picked Gym and was registered. She was devastated, like tears and wailing devastated. Upon further questioning, I learned she wasn't devastated because she would miss out on the fellowship or community service, but rather because Girl Scouts have tea parties, and she wanted to have a tea party. So since then we have been trying to "trade" her with a tea party for some awesome behavior at school. We had every intention of taking her to ta local Tea House for the full treatment, but apparently people only go for Tea Monday - Friday. So we quickly made our own tea party at home. I pulled out one of my Mom's beautiful tablecloths for decorations and then pulled out my antique snack plates and cups she collected for me. In the approximate 10 years we have lived here, the plates have never been used and had an unusual layer of funk on them after being in the "Outhouse" (not really an outhouse, it is a piece of furniture that is huge that Wayne and Matt nicknamed the outhouse after they had to move it.) Wayne informed me that they must be disinfected before we ate off of them. In just a few minutes we had a very happy little girl and a Daddy that was cracking her up, trying to act dignified. At one point, she looked at Wayne and giggled, "Daddy, just act NORMAL." Snort on my part, that won't be happening.

Ever have one of those days?