Weeks 93, 94 & 95

Dear Jorie,

I'm so sorry I haven't had time to sit down and write letters to you lately. Our carefully constructed schedule crashed and burned a few weeks ago, when first I came down sick (and even had to call out from work one day), and then it was your turn. In the midst of arranging care for you while you stayed home for an entire week, there was also Easter! And a color run! And nice weather! I can't speak for your Father, but I know that for me the past three weeks have been a sprint from start to finish, with so many things going on.

We tried our best to make sure you got in as much outside time as possible, which helped your father keep his sanity on the two (!) days he was home with you all day. I got to stay home with you one day, and you even got two whole days at Nannie and Apa's!

I honestly can't remember all the things we've done over the past few weeks, it's all a blur of swinging on the swings, running around the back yard and play ground and blowing many, many bubbles.

Some highlights from the weeks were the Color run and egg hunt we did at Jaimee, Bill and Zetta's. Both happened on the Sunday a week before Easter. We did the color run in the morning and the egg hunt in the afternoon. It was a very full day!

I had been signed up to do the Color Vibe Run with a friend, but when she texted me the morning of the run to say she was sick, Your Father decided he'd do it with me, which meant we'd be taking you along. Some quick scrambling around later we were all dressed and signed up and waiting to start the Run/Walk. We did more walking than running, although you really enjoyed the running (like you always do) and were often prompting me to run "Faster!" You loved the "color stations" where the people throwing color would very carefully dust you with colored powder, and the dance party at the end of the race. We had to pull you away to go home and clean up! When you woke up from your nap, the first thing you said to us was "More Color!"

After we were all cleaned off and rested, we headed over the Jaimee, Bill and Zetta's for a Pre-Easter egg hunt (they were out of town on easter.) After a bit of prompting, you and Zetta got the idea and were racing around their back yard finding eggs. Especially after you guys figured out how to open the eggs, and realized there were marshmallows in some of them!

This was all prior to the "week of sickness" for you. You had started coughing at this point, but had yet to get the fever that showed up sunday night. It wasn't even a real fever, it just hovered around 99 degrees, but combined with the cough you'd been fighting, your father decided to keep you home on monday, which we extended through tuesday (day 1 and Nannie and Apa's), and then wednesday, last minute your fever started creeping up so I called out from work to take you to the doctors, where we found out you had bronchitis and an ear infection (again!) You've been taking medicine since then and are doing a lot better. Thursday you were at Nannie and Apa's again and then Friday your Father had off so he was home with you again.

This past Sunday was Easter, and even though we weren't able to take you to get your picture with the Easter Bunny on Saturday because you were still sick, we did an egg hunt and Easter dinner at Nannie and Apa's on Sunday. You were adorable in your Easter dress running around the yard finding eggs. You looked like an old pro at it!

Later on Sunday you gave us all a scare when you decided to test out the safety cover on Nannie and Apa's pool. You bolted out on to the cover before any of us knew what you were doing. You got about three or four feet out onto the cover before it started sinking a little, enough that your feet got wet. I was able to coax you to come back to the edge at that point, so I didn't have to test it out myself. I have never been more frightened in my life than seeing you run out onto that cover.

One of the things that I learned this week is that you are an Advanced child. I know, every parent believes this of your child, but you wowed the nurses and doctor at the visit. You have amazing verbal skills apparently, The Doctor said you talk like a three year old, and you follow directions very well. Both you and Zetta can jump with both feet, which I learned is a three year old skill as well, most kids your age can't jump like that. It's hard not to get really excited and over proud of you for all of it. I know kids all develop at different rates, but I really do feel you pick things up quickly. I hope you continue to grow and learn at this pace and never loose the love of exploration that's lead you this far already.

The week at home sort of derailed your ability to get used to the new daycare unfortunately. This week it's been a lot of rough drop offs. It's really hard on your Father and I, because neither of us really want to drop you off. We'd be much happier if we could stay home with you all the time.

You are in the full on Toddler Zone lately. You are one big ball of grabbing, running, pulling, exploring energy. This is very hard for me in particular, I spend a lot of time trying not to snap at you when you grab at something for the eight millionth time, or grab you when you go bolting for the area in the yard behind the shed. Your Father is much more Zen about it all than I am, and is constantly reminding me to relax, that you're just being a toddler. Most of the time it's a lot of fun, but sometimes I just run out of energy (especially after a full day of work) and wish you would just cuddle up on the couch with me. Sometimes you do, and it's amazing.

You've started giving real kisses lately, which is adorable. You insist on kissing both my cheeks one at a time. If you accidentally hurt me, you'll say "sorry mommy" and kiss the boo boo, which is so incredibly cute. You also started singing lately. You sing along to part of the My Little Pony theme song, and can sing part of your ABC's (sort of). You count "one two three" and say "Ready Set Go!"

The other week when we were at Nannie and Apa's, Apa was lighting the grill and you were watching sitting on your Father's shoulders. When Apa lit the fire, you started singing happy birthday! We were all stunned, we didn't even know you knew that song! So of course we had to go get a cupcake and candle and get you to do it again. Now whenever you see a cupcake, you say "Cupcake!" and then start singing Happy Birthday.

You love to "Do it Myself" lately. Everything from climbing up and down the stairs, to picking your clothes and brushing your teeth. You are Miss Independent. It makes me happy and sad at the same time, loving watching you be assertive and learning but missing my little baby. You really don't look like a baby at all anymore. You weighed in at 30 lbs at the doctors office and you're getting really tall already.

You still love taking care of your "Baby", putting it to bed, feeding it, washing it's face, "reading" books to it. I'm thinking we're going to have to get you a few more things for the baby soon. I'm having a really hard time with this, since the Feminist in me wants to only get you gender neutral toys and to encourage you to play with things like Legos and Cars, but you seem to gravitate towards the baby doll and the cooking stuff. I'm trying really hard to just let you play with whatever you want, to keep all the options available to you and let you be your own kid.

I love you so much Jorie Bear.