Our little ballerina. 
My sister and three children had stand-by tickets to fly in this week, but with Spring break and everyone wanting to get somewhere, all the flights were full. We're disappointed that we'll have to wait a few more weeks to meet our newest nephew and cousin, Samuel Ryder, and bummed he'll be another month older, but on the up side, we'll hopefully have some better weather for them.
Not knowing whether or not they would catch a flight, we prepared the rooms for the three extra kiddos and set up Zane's room as playroom central. Some of the kids' toys found their way into our room as well, and I'd forgotten the unusual placements when I tried to quietly crawl into bed after Eric had already fallen asleep. Imagine my surprise when I found myself hurled through the air, landing on the floor with a thud. It was late, dark, I was tired and Eric was half-awake now...
Eric: Kate, are you okay?
Me: (sigh) Yes....... (groan) Ouch!
Eric: What's going on?
Me: Well apparently, there's a slide over here!
Eric: (pause) Did you -- try to slide down it?
Maybe at the time I just needed a release, but for whatever reason, I roared to the point of tears for at least 5 minutes! Eric just rolled back over to sleep.
Elle is still enjoying her ballet-dance class and every week they practice their Winnie The Pooh piece for the upcoming recital. A few weeks back, the parents were invited to watch the last 15 minutes to catch a glimpse of what the girls were learning. Elle did a great job! Even with 30 extra eyes on her, she nailed a grand jeté over a green stuffed frog. It was a clunky grand jeté, but the cutest grand jeté I've ever seen!
(Grand jeté - A long horizontal jump, starting from one leg and landing on the other. It is most often done forward and usually involves doing full leg splits in mid-air.)Elle is cracking us up with her words and thoughts.... Eric announced he was taking out the trash and Elle launches in to Oscar the Grouch's "oh I love trash, anything dirty or dingy or dusty'! At the park we pointed out a man in a boat, rowing on the lake and she starts singing, 'row, row, row your boat gently down the stream...'. Cuddling in bed, I ask her if she'd like pancakes for breakfast in the morning, she says no so I suggest a shake. Again she says no so I ask her what she would like -- 'Uhhhh, frogs,' she says with a grin. Several days later, while cuddling in bed, I suggest we have shakes for breakfast in the morning and she says, 'With some worms in it!' And lately she's been melting us with her, 'I appreciate that.' Whenever we help her, serve her food or compliment her, she replies, 'I appreciate that.' Sweet, sweet girl and wonderful stories we don't want to forget.
February was Zane's month for conquering the sit-down. He had mastered pulling himself up to the side of the couch, chair or toy in December-January, but once he was up, he didn't feel confident to plop himself back to the floor. So he would whine until one of us came to lend him a finger that he felt was necessary for maneuvering down. All a process, setting the stage for our baby to turn toddler! I have not been anxious for this one bit --- I want him to crawl for as long as he wants. It will come soon enough and I want as much time to hold and cuddle him as possible before he's off and running after his sister.
So fast forward to March....There have been some moments here and there during the past few weeks where he has stood for about 2-3 seconds, but as soon as he realized what was happening, he'd fall forward into my arms. Then yesterday, something clicked, several times he stood for about 5 seconds, fully aware, and used his little legs to come down to the floor without holding onto anything. He didn't like it though, whined all the way down and crawled quickly in my arms for reassurance...my baby! ;)
It was really best that my sister didn't end up coming this week. Elle came down with a nasty cold and other yuckiness and Zane's nose infection -- red nose and all -- is back (sad sigh........). The 14 days of meds just didn't kick it! We went in for another nose swab and are waiting for cultures to come back. This time we're under the care of our primary and I feel more confident that he'll be able to dose and prescribe to get this taken care of. I'm just so sad that Zane we'll be on meds for another month. Eric and I were lamenting tonight that Zane has been mostly sick since surgery on December 8 -- it's just one little blow after another, but our little guy is a trooper and he's pushing through. I on the other hand want to sit down and cry for my baby (and I do).
The first three days on the obturator (aka 'mouthpiece') were brutal. Zane HATED us putting it in and just cried, screamed, panicked and clamped his sharp little teeth on our fingers! Finally the morning of the fourth day, Eric put Zane in his highchair and asked him to open up -- and he did. And just like that, he decided it wasn't worth the fight any longer - he's a smart one. This was such an answer to prayer and relief to this Mama who was torn up inside for his struggle.
Yesterday was a beautiful day! We went to a nearby lake and park to hike some trails, walk the water bridges, swing and slide. After getting our coats on and Zane in the Kelty carrier, we headed down to the water. When we came back up, we noticed that we had left two of our car doors wide open in the parking lot! I seriously think we have lost brain function during these past months -- I can't even begin to explain this............
Elle was feeling a little better last night, but Zane went to bed with a low-grade fever. Don't know if it's the nose infection or his molars coming in. They've been pushing their way through for the past few weeks. The right one came in first, but the left one has really been moving these past few days. They are also going to cause some problems with the obturator fitting....already have an appointment with the dentist for Monday.
Anywho, as I titled, random thoughts rattling around in my head that I don't want to forget.

Punky Brewster, aye?! ;)
Zane's first buzz.