Evelyn is Two today!!!

Two years ago, I gave birth to the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on, Evelyn. Other people may have ugly newborns, but not me.

How can she be two years old? Today, she can have all the strawberries she can eat. Especially since she has not had them for days because she had the flu this week.

Evelyn makes me look great, with only rare exceptions. I say that not because I am obsessed with myself, but rather to demonstrate how fortunate we are to have her. It is not because I am some kind of super-parent. I feel like I am just making it up as I go. Today, we went to the doctor for her two year checkup. Here is where she stands:

Ht 34inches. (70th percentile)
Wt. 27.5 (65th percentile--she is normally closer to 30lbs, but, again, the flu)
Head size I guess I missed this measurement, but I know it was in the 75th percentile (not counting hair volume).

Our pediatrician adores Evelyn because her mom has the same name. When Evelyn was born, she was not taking new patients, but she took us anyway because of Evelyn's name. She said she thought it was a sign from God because her mother had just passed away the previous week. We love Dr. Anne.

Evelyn, you are the best of everything, all rolled into a cute little package. I love you!

March Malaise

The past week here at the Aebi household has been a living hell. First, Evelyn gets the flu, and then I get it. This was Evelyn's first major vomitting experience, and it was terrible. She would not lean over the pan we had for her. She just wanted to hug me, so it was pretty messy. That was Saturday morning. Then, Monday morning I got it. Then Wednesday, Joe got it. My sister, Suzanne, came to take care of me on Monday so that Joe could go to work, and guess what? She came down with it, too. Last word was that her husband, James, does not yet have it. Keep your fingers crossed, 'cause this one is a bitch to avoid.

All of this came right on the heels of the three of us getting over a cold. It is all I can do to keep myself from cussing a blue streak.

This is the fourth time that Joe has been sick in the month of March. As you can imagine, we are not sad to see March go. March gets a great big middle finger from the Aebi's.

Yesterday was the first day this week that I have not had to launder something with either vomit or diarrhea on it.

The Poop Post

For all of you who have been as worried as I have been about Evelyn's constipation, I think the Milk of Magnesia worked it's magic overnight. Evelyn had a very normal poop this morning. It was just like old times. I had no idea how much I would worry about baby poop. I am just hoping we will continue on this trend.

Secondly, I got poop on Karen's bath mat last night at kinship. Not my own poop, but some baby poop. Karen seemed to take it all in stride, but I think the childcare situation may have totally scared the new couple. I hope they come back. We are really not incompetent.

This last part is not about poop. Last night, I had nursery duty. Jaime and I were totally awed by the way the boys are so wild. Simon asked Jaime and me if we would wrestle him. I told him I didn't want to hurt him. He didn't buy it. The rest of their time was spent wrestling with each other over a couple of brooms. I guess boys don't see brooms as something to sweep with. I have a lot to learn.

Today I was working in the room that will soon be Evelyn's, and she did the cutest thing. She walks over to me, says "kiss", so I give her a kiss. She then says "see ya" and walks out of the room and shuts the door behind her. I have never seen her go through this game before. Of course, she immediately started crying when she realized she could not get back into the room.

This afternoon, I gave Evelyn a dose of cough medicine. She has always been very good about taking medication, but today she said "yummy". I am so lucky!

Mommy cute

I just put Evelyn down for a nap. That kid is so sweet. She was touching my hair and face and saying "mommy cute". It is hard to believe that she is already to the age when she refuses to kiss me. How did that happen? Seriously, you gotta kiss 'em while you can.

Evelyn had her first taste of apple pie today. It went like this.

Mommy: You want some apple pie?
Evelyn: No. (very whiney tone)
Mommy: Its like cookies.
Evelyn reluctantly tries some apple pie, then makes a face like I just poisoned her. This is her response to all new foods.
Evelyn: More.

It is so much fun to watch Evelyn with other children. She is so socially cautious around kids she doesn't know. At storytime yesterday, the kids were playing with balls. Evelyn was standing with a ball in her hands when this little boy came up to her. He had a ball, too, and he kept hitting her ball with it and making some noise. Evelyn just looked at him, very stunned. She was so perplexed by what he was doing.

The thing that I find interesting about Evelyn is that she NEVER cries when I leave her in childcare. Even when she does not know another soul in the room. I drop her off, and she takes off and doesn't look back.

To me, these characteristics seem contradictory.

So, basically, I am not so good at faithful blogging.

Evelyn is now almost two years old. I think we are going to go to toddler storytime at the library today. She loves to play ring around the rosey. She calls it ashes. Its super cute.

Joe had the flu last week. The fever was remarkable. It lasted almost exactly 48 hours (the fever) and tylenol and motrin hardly touched it. He was off work Wednesday through Friday and missed his trip to Milwaukee because of it. It was nice to have him at home so much, in spite of the circumstances.

We made some great progress on Evelyn's new room this weekend (with the help of Dwight and Julie). We got the last of the wallpaper scraped off the walls, and the glue washed off. Now we just have spackling and painting to do. I really want to get Evelyn moved in there soon so that she can have plenty of time to adjust to her new room before the baby comes. I know she will do great with all the transitions, but I just want to make it as easy on her as possible.