New Blog

This week I started a new blog. My Little Pixies Blog is going to be a record of the genesis of my new business, My Little Pixies, LLC- a place to find and design creative hair accessories. I've been working for weeks now to get the right name, get everything registered, and get ready to get started. Tomorrow is my first day on the new site! I'm going to celebrate by offering free shipping for all orders over $10 for the first week. I'm excited to take a next step into this business. I'm trying not to be overly optimistic- there may not really be that much interest, but I think there will be some, and though it may grow slowly, I think it will grow. I've worked hard to be sure I have a good product and it will just take some good exposure to grow the business to where it is actually profitable. :) So here goes! I'm excited. :)

I worked hard to make all these fun bows and butterflies this weekend at my parents' house so I have a nice inventory for my startup. And I have tons more ideas and lots more great things to make! I'm still at Mom and Dad's, but I should be home tomorrow afternoon in time to spend a good couple hours getting everything up and running. If perchance you are actually interested in this, you can refer to the new blog and my new Facebook group: look for My Little Pixies Bowtique on Facebook. :)

Sunday Picnic

My sister Michelle (aka "the little mama") and bro-in-law Bryan came to my parents' house this weekend, and the girls and I drove over to join in on the fun. Sadly, Brad couldn't come with, so he's having a "bachelor weekend," and thankfully so far has at least been pretty busy with patients, so he hasn't had much time to miss us. It feels a little weird to me to be all together, but not ALL together, but we're still having a great time. I'm staying til Tuesday morning and then Nora and I are coming home and Carolyn will get to have some solo time with Ammy and Papa and the dogs. She's so excited!

Today we went to the park to grill hot dogs and enjoy some family relaxation time.

It was pretty hot today, but Carolyn didn't seem to mind. She was so excited to be outside and with so many of her favorite people!

Nora was mostly excited about getting to play in the dirt (and wear her white sandals which she loves).

She's sort of into showing her belly button right now.

Carolyn especially liked finding rocks and bringing everyone "a special rock just for YOU!!"

Sometimes I get a picture of one of the girls that I just really like. This is one of those times. :) I think I am going to use it in my listings for the "Nora Bows" like she has in her hair.

I don't think Nora feels very well- she hasn't eaten much today and she's got a nasty cough... but she sure did love that water bottle- and her auntie Laura.

After dinner we went on a (very short) walk and Carolyn enjoyed finding all these "Tinkerbells." If you haven't seen the movie, the source of fairies seems to be dandelions like these. :)

Uncle Bryan is sort of a favorite... because he can do this to the girls!

And Auntie Laura really has a special relationship with the girls. Here she and Carolyn are looking at a butterfly that was really unusually friendly. It stayed nearby for quite a long time and let us get really close. It even walked on my finger when I put it close to it and we all got to take a nice look.

Fun day, special family. Missed Daddy/husband, but still had a good time. :)

Being Brave

My mom just challenged me to listen to Beth Moore's presentation on Esther 4 from her recent Bible study on Esther. I started, but never finished the entire study months ago, and I think maybe I should give it another try. Maybe I'm in a different place now, more vulnerable, less "together" than I was when I tried to do it before. Maybe that's why I'm here, in this situation now. Anyway, a big theme of Beth's presentation on Esther 4 is the idea of being brave. About how we often don't get to choose the "what" of what happens to us, or what we have to do, but that we are always given the choice of "how." We can claw our fingers into the rug as it is being pulled out from underneath us, we can storm off in the opposite direction and be angry about it, we can choose to deny what is happening. Or we always have the choice to be noble, courageous, valorous, and bravely step forward to meet it.

I am a very fearful person by nature. By grace I could be something else entirely. But most of the time I would much rather hide from the scary things, pretend they are not happening, try to convince myself that they will not happen... even while I know that there is no person on this earth that can give me that kind of guarantee. And so the cycle goes. Beth talked in the CD about conditional faith- faith that God will not let something (whatever it is) happen to you. I don't think I'm really capable of that type of really conditional faith; it has been too ingrained in me from childhood the idea of the sovereignty of God- and it just seems ludicrous in the face of such obvious supremacy of divinity over the finiteness and utter lack of control of humanity. I don't think I can control God- keep Him from allowing something bad to happen to me. But I would like to think sometimes that I can run away and worry hard enough and be prepared enough that I'll be able to avoid the bad things that do try to come my way. And in the deepest part of my soul, I wonder if, should something THAT terrible happen, I would be utterly destroyed and lose my ability to believe at all in a God who is sovereign over a world where tragic things happen. So my first instinct whenever I am afraid is to try to deny to myself that anything bad is happening- try to prove to myself that what I fear is not happening- all the while knowing that I am ultimately incapable of knowing FOR SURE that nothing tragic is around the corner.

This may seem like rambling, but I guess what I'm really doing is processing. Yesterday was a hard day for me. Of course I already shared with you all that we had a miscarriage a couple weeks ago. I was surprised (and a little baffled) at how "easy" it seemed at first- emotionally, I was able to accept what had happened and aside from having some anxiety problems right at first, I was okay, at least emotionally. Physically, the whole experience has been much harder for me than it was the last time. When something like this happens, you are sad about it, and want it to just be over. This just doesn't want to be over for me.

I think I wrote before about how I've been fearful about the standard practice of checking the pregnancy hormone levels until they drop below 10. Years ago I helped Brad do some kind of presentation on molar pregnancy and I read the entire chapter in his OB/GYN book about it, and ever since I've had this fear that I would have one. So then when this miscarriage just didn't behave normally (levels started to drop but just not as much as would be expected), I freaked out on Brad that one night I'm embarrassed about now. I managed to keep the fear at bay and kind of went about my business until I went to the doctor yesterday to follow up about the miscarriage and discuss how to proceed with our desires to expand the family. Turns out my levels went from 59 to 325, something no one was expecting. And of course I flipped out, convinced that my fear was coming true. Molar pregnancy is a hard thing because it can in rare cases lead to cancer, and they have to be very sure that the molar pregnancy is resolved before it is safe to conceive again. So if I had one, we would have to put off the idea of having any more children for at least a year.

There are of course, many worse things that can happen to a person than having your plans disrupted. But for a type A person who really does like to hold all the cards (even while pretending to have "faith"), especially when it comes to something as deeply cherished as motherhood and children- it's really hard to be forced to remember that there are no guarantees. I can glibly say to friends that if these two girls were all the family God had for us, that I would be okay- but when I look at the stark reality that I may never carry another child, may never feel a little one kick inside, may never look into those goopy newborn eyes and tell a brand new person "I'm your mommy!" my heart aches, and I feel like my dreams for how my life would turn out are being challenged in a way that just really hurts. Our desire as a couple is to have many children, and give the best of ourselves to raising a godly seed and create a solid family identity. It's not that you can't do all those things with just 2 kids- it's just that we both wanted so much more. It's hard to have to come to the realization that there is no guarantee that this will turn out to be a possibility for us.

There are SO MANY things to be grateful for that it almost seems unfair or terrible of me to feel this way over something that is as yet still an unrealized possibility. Yesterday a woman came into my pharmacy who is 11 weeks pregnant and just lost her husband in some sort of tragic accident. They have other kids and she looked at me with red, weepy, devastated eyes that said she was lost without the slightest idea of where to turn. To her, my "stuff" no doubt seems very trite. And yet to me, it is a big deal.

I could really use your prayers this week. I go in Tuesday or Wednesday for another lab test, and if the levels have continued to climb or have not started to drop, I will have to have a D&C on Thursday or Friday. They will test the tissue to see if it is a normal miscarriage that just didn't resolve, or if it is indeed the scary thing. I spent pretty much the whole day yesterday paralyzed with fear over that... but today is better. I am once again so grateful that God put my husband's dad in my life. Somehow that man just knows how to speak peace and comfort to my heart, to calm me and help me see reality. You see, to everyone else involved, all this is really just in my head. None of the medical people in my life are highly concerned about a molar pregnancy (apparently I don't fit the typical progression)- they all just think I've had an incomplete miscarriage that does need to be taken care of.

And so here we stand. And I've rambled on long enough. Pray for me to choose to be brave this week!!

Deliveries

It may tell you something about my life that one of the most wonderful and exciting things that happened to me was the delivery yesterday of over 2000 buttons! My favorite seller of buttons is going to stop carrying the ones I love using for my bows, so I'm kind of buying up her inventory. I couldn't afford all of it at once, but I got a pretty good start. :)

This morning I spent a good chunk of enjoyable time sorting the buttons into boxes based on color. I think I should have quite a bit of working material for awhile. :) Today I also took delivery of a large box of new ribbons from my ribbon supplier to help jump start my budding business. I have so many plans for this fun element of my life. :) Lots of new ideas, and next week I am planning the big move to a new site. A few more details to work out for my "grand opening" but things are looking good and I'm really excited to "really" start doing this.

Thankfully I worked some extra hours at my actual paying job this month so we had the luxury of some extra startup capital without having to borrow or take from savings. Also, the bow making business is really not an expensive one to maintain; it's just kinda pricey to get started with everything. But I'm enjoying myself so much making these pretty things that it's worth it. :) And so far I've had 59 sales on my site! Not bad for only really selling for 2 months... :) I'm excited to see where this takes me. I'm already registered for 2 craft shows in October, and I'm hoping to pick up a few more this fall. It's gonna be a fun summer in my "secret lab" as I get ready!

Adventures in Self Feeding

The other day I let Nora practice feeding herself with a spoon and some "smoothie" we were having for a snack. I thought she looked so funny that I got the camera out to document the process. The pictures sort of speak for themselves, but I'll narrate a little. :)

Excited to get to hold the spoon.

Practicing getting it to the mouth (side note: we think she might actually be left handed! She certainly favors that hand when eating or drawing... probably too early to tell though).

Soooo good!

More slurping.

Can I hold the bowl, too Mama?

Telling the smoothie she is "all done."

Waving bye-bye to it.

Mommy didn't come get it fast enough so we transitioned into tactile experience time. :)

She was a very happy camper. :)

And by way of reminiscing, here's an early self-feeding experience her sister had! Our children are messy. :)

Sisters?

I was downloading pictures today to post a listing for the fun flower clip I loved in Nora's hair yesterday and I just had to laugh at these two pictures side by side! It's whininess of course... but it's the SAME whininess. And still cute. :)

The Zoo

Last week we went to the zoo with (3/4 of) our playgroup. When I look at this picture, I'm really struck with how big they all seem now that they are all almost 4! Hard to believe....
And this one? She's just a cute little monkey. :)

Celebrating Baby Blue

Yesterday we spent the day in Kalamazoo at my wonderful sister's baby shower (actually, I have TWO wonderful sisters, but only one of them is having a baby right now :)) It was a wonderful time with family, celebrating one of the greatest things that can happen to a family. I was really gratified to see that despite what happened to us this week, I could still be SO happy for Michelle and Bryan with a full heart unpolluted by jealousy. I am still just thrilled for them to become parents and it was so fun to see them just showered with love.

There's my nephew, right there underneath Nora! Shelly doesn't believe in belly pictures and she lives in Chicago, so it's really fun to see her actually looking pregnant! And I even got to feel him kick! So excited!

Overall, the shower went really well, despite cutting into the sacred naptime for both girls and the fact that Nora's really into making this face right now. It's sort of cute in a slightly scary sort of way, especially when combined with the grunting and snorting sounds she makes when she looks like this.

We tried to apply blanket time to the situation of needing to keep a highly mobile toddler contained at dinner when Mommy forgot to bring the portable high chair... Nora wasn't happy about that. Ammy rescued her. Ammy won the prize that night...

Carolyn's favorite part of the whole experience was going back to the Scheffers' after the shower and throwing rocks into the creek in their back yard.

It was a really beautiful day and so nice outside!

I was really excited about this beautiful picture of Brad and his big girl. :)

Meanwhile the little girl was working very hard on perfecting her walking skills on this tiny tiny "step" in the concrete sidewalk. She walked back and forth, back and forth... so cute.

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Then she found this bigger step and enjoyed going up and down there, too.

We got back for a late bedtime last night and just vegged out last night and somehow today's gone too and it's high time for bed for me! This spring has gone so fast and summer already feels like it's here! We're seeing temps close to 90 this week... time to break out the pool!!

Messy, but Creative

Thanks for your sweet and encouraging comments. It's been a weird week with some little twists we weren't expecting and some pretty significant highs and lows... but I'm coping and today I was much more middle-ground than I was yesterday! I had a nice rainy day off with the girls.

I attempted a fun, but very messy "activity time" with both girls.

I had a tube of plastic dinosaurs lying around the house that I bought awhile ago for a "rainy day." I filled up the little block holder that I never use anymore with rice and buried the dinos in the rice and let the girls dig around for them.

They had a ball, burying them and unburying them. Carolyn played pretend games with the dinos, putting them to bed and waking them up and taking them to school.

Nora mostly wanted to throw rice around. The mess was largely due to her. But they both had fun, and I enjoyed watching them. :)

Also, I made this today in my "secret lab." And that made me happy because it came out just like I wanted it to. :)

Addendum

If you read the post I wrote an hour or two ago... you'll be totally impressed with me. Probably comment about how eloquent I sound, how well I write, how much I've grown...

But it's not honest.

Oh it was at the moment I wrote it.

It's what I would like to be true of me.

But it isn't. Not always. Not even most of the time.

And certainly not tonight- for any more than the hour it took me to write it.

I had barely pushed the "publish" button on the post about trusting the Narrator when I fell into an all-out anxiety attack over the "standard of care" of following the hCg down to zero to be sure I don't develop a "molar pregnancy." Google that if you want to know what it is. It's super scary. Even better, I have to wait a week to be sure that my numbers go down all the way, so I don't even get to have an immediate answer to the anxious thoughts that swirled around in my mind.

In an effort to relieve my anxious mind over the minute possibility that this might develop, I goaded my husband into having one of the discussions he dreads having with me where he tries to provide the answers, but I won't believe him because he can't give me the one I'm looking for- the one that says "for sure, you don't have this."

What I really need is to read my own words about how I can trust the Narrator to have a good plan for my life- and then choose to believe them. But I'm not gonna lie. I felt like I jinxed my whole life when I hit that "publish" button- like some cosmic imp up in the sky must have gone "HA HA! Let's throw her THIS problem and see if she STILL trusts..." Like I'm just asking for trouble to admit that for even one second, I really did trust the One who made it all to have good ideas for my life story.

I feel guilty- like the alcoholic who finds himself back at the drink. I hate that I do this to myself and get caught in these downward spirals... but I'm human. And this I guess is part of my story.

So read my next post. It really is well written. It really does express a wonderful ideal that I would love to be able to say I live with authenticity on a regular basis. Read that post, and you see the best of me in a shining moment that lasted long enough for me to see what I could be at my best... but quickly dissolved into the "me" that really is... human, fallen, struggling. Knowing my need to trust the Narrator- but continually wanting to be the one wielding the pen.

The Narrator

My sister wrote a post on her blog that really made me think today. The post was about a book that she'd been reading, a book that she couldn't really let go enough to enjoy until she started to "trust the narrator." You should read her post. She says it all a lot better than I possibly could. But since most people are browsing blogs and may not choose to follow the link, I'll quote her:

"...Thinking about it now, I think the thing that changed in the middle of On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness was not the story, but me: I had started to trust the narrator. He had managed to make me care, even though I had entered his tale with a whole briefcase full of suspicions, criticisms, and practicalities that threatened to ward off the wonder... of Aerwiar and Skree and the Wingfeathers.

"...to let your soul into it, to be changed and made new by it (as all good readers of good stories do, I think), you have to trust this narrator. Even when he tells you mysterious, great, or seemingly irrelevant things that you do not understand."

Given our current situation, I thought Laura's thoughts about trusting the narrator were so profound and applicable to much bigger things than enjoying a good story. I've often thought about my life as a story- I most often have that feeling when one of the "characters" in my life says something like "I'll see you later for dinner" or some other totally normal remark that in movies and books often foreshadows the occurrence of some great tragedy... but I digress from what I was trying to write about...

In some ways, life really is like a story- unfolding day by day and page by page- a story that is at the same time adventure and romance and tragedy and dullness and comedy- depending on which page you happen to be reading at the time. It's like all the truly great stories- you never really know what's going to happen on the next page. Sometimes that can be a really scary place to be, knowing that you cannot know what will occur in the chapters that are yet to come.

And that's where you have to go back to the question we must all ask when we set out to read a great book, a question that in literature may determine the impact a story has on us, but in real life determines far more than any temporal happiness and satisfaction. Do we trust the Narrator? In this case, the Narrator of my life has already seen my entire story. He knows every page, every chapter, everything that will make up the book of my life when all is said and done, and the final pages have come to a close. Do I trust Him? Do I trust Him enough to allow Him to write the story without attempting to alter the plotline? Even when the story includes parts I wouldn't have included? The events of the past 24 hours for me are not exactly ones I would have chosen if I'd been writing the story. I'm pretty sure no one would voluntarily choose pain over pleasure... but if you think about it, none of the truly magnificent stories would have been worth much if the characters had not been tested and found worthy.

I think it's human nature to shrink away from pain, even to fear it (heaven knows I have spent countless hours tied up in knots fearing the possibility of pain and loss and feeling very acutely the extreme vulnerability of motherhood- of having my heart living outside my body in two precious children I cannot even bear the thought of losing). But I think that some people who have been brought through great trials look back on the pain and are able to see it as part of the greater story. A great story that must always have a happy ending because the Narrator wills it so. Evil is present in this world and nothing can change that. I don't know why the Narrator sometimes seems to intervene and make what seems like an abrupt change to the plot line- and why sometimes He doesn't. But I do know that in the end, when all is said and done, there is a happy ending. Each of our life stories, though intricate and amazing and miraculous in its own day and own way- is but a tiny part of the whole- a tiny echo of the grand story of redemption and the love of a Father and a Son for the creation they could not bear to see perish.

I remember from the days I spent at the end of my rope, at the bottom of a hole, asking the heart rending questions about whether He really was good and wondering in the depths of my soul whether I could trust Him with the pen and ink and paper of my life story- I remember how close He seemed in those moments of grief- and how gently He spoke into my life, narrating words of peace and comfort- joining me in my sadness and whispering in a still, soft voice to my broken heart "I fixed it. It doesn't feel fixed right now- but in the end- I fixed it, My child." In the end, when all the stories have come to an end and there is just the big story of a world in need and the sacrifice of a Savior who will one day come to rule- we will know just how "fixed" it is. In a place where there is no more sorrow or tears, redemption of every evil thing on this earth will finally be complete.

This is the Narrator of my story. I marvel at how the moments of grief two years ago prepared me in a way for this one. I am sad that one tiny little life story had to be so short. But I am grateful to feel that my shoulders are strong enough for this burden, this time. I look inside and find, almost to my surprise, that I do, indeed, trust the Narrator. He has a good story in mind for my life, and as I am but a character in the proceedings, I must trust Him and follow my story where the Narrator takes it.

Again?

I find myself in a really unexpected deja vu situation. Almost exactly two years ago, I went through a miscarriage experience that changed me in a totally fundamental way- it was in some ways the best and the worst experience of my life. Today I got a surprise ticket to another emotional roller coaster. This afternoon, I found out I was pregnant. This evening, I found out it couldn't stay (lab results confirmed that most likely what was there is no longer viable because I have essentially no progesterone- and pregnancies need progesterone; it's SO low that even supplementing won't do anything at this point). Due to details I won't go into (you can thank me later :)) I didn't really expect that it would stay when I saw the plus sign on the test- I was surprised to see that it was there in the first place- but now that I know it's leaving, I'm not really sure how to feel.

Last time, it was a really different experience. We had been "trying" for several months, I just so deeply desired another child and was just devastated when we lost that pregnancy. This time, though I would have been thrilled to have another little one growing inside and want very much to see our family grow, I don't feel like the world is ending. I feel disappointed and a little wistful about what might have been. But mostly, I just wonder what is wrong with my body that it didn't work out- twice now. I wonder what I could have done to prevent that- should I have been watching more carefully so that I could have supplemented with progesterone earlier (as I did with all my previous pregnancies) and it might have been saved? What should I do next time the situation arises? How can I keep my sanity and the "open hands and open hearts but not 'trying'" philosophy rather than falling back into the "gotta have a baby now" thing that defined both of my previous attempts to conceive?

For tonight, I guess I'll just "be" here in this place with these emotions... and wake up in the morning and be thankful that I already know that "He is a light in the deepest shadow." That even though the physical events are very similar to what happened two years ago, the emotional impact is nowhere near the same and I'm not knocked to the floor unsure when or if I'll be able to get up again. Life is life, no matter how long it stays- and I guess I have four children now, somewhere. It kind of makes me smile to think of these two having each other. And I'll hug the two I have here on earth a bit tighter, and hope all the more that someday soon there will be the pitter patter of even more tiny little feet in our house.

15 Months (a little late)

15 Months seems like a milestone. My baby girl's growing up! Here's a little bit about what she's like at this fun age.

She walks everywhere like a little speed demon. Her tiny little feet still turn in a little bit so she kind of waddles and it's so cute. She wants very much to run but her legs really aren't ready yet. She kind of almost runs in circles until she falls down.

She is a bright and communicative child. She is starting to have her own ideas about things, but for the moment she is still pretty compliant and easy to distract.

She's starting to talk a lot more. I haven't done as good of a job of counting her words as I did with Carolyn, but here are some of my favorite things she says. She probably has a total of about 20 words at this point, new ones coming several times a week now.

-Mama (my favorite word... she says "Mama" whenever she hears the door chimes when the door opens. So cute).

-Sih (sister)

-Na (no)

-Yeah (yes)

-Fsh (fish)

-Bah! (bath)

She also signs- when she really wants something, she's more likely to sign than to speak. She uses "please" as a catch-all for anything she wants. She knows "more," but doesn't like to use it. She really loves to sign "eat." I see that one over and over and over. She also likes to sign "milk." It's especially cute when she reeeeeally wants something and signs "Please EAT" or "Please MILK!"

Things Nora loves:

-Sister's art station- we are forever trying to keep her out of the colored pencils and markers

-Bathtime

-Shoes

-Strawberries

-Eggs

-the rubber ducks in the bathtub (for chewing on).

-Music! I'm not sure if it's because she's been in Kindermusik since she was 6 weeks old, but she just loves to dance and move to music!

Things Nora hates:

-Taking medicine

-Being told "no!"

-Diaper and clothing changes

15 Months is such a fun age! We are thoroughly enjoying Nora at this age!

Family Night at the Pool

Tonight was Family Night again! A favorite event in our house. :) Tonight we went all out and got someone from the practice to cover Brad's pager for 4 glorious hours... as it turns out, it didn't go off at all the whole time, but it was worth it for the freedom of just knowing he wasn't responsible for anyone else for those few hours. We drove out to the Holland Aquatic Center and let the kids do some swimming.

Nora's bathing suit is of course too big, but it will fit her again next year, and it still looks cute. :)

Carolyn was the most excited of all because she is big enough to "swim" all by herself in this pool.

She conquered a big fear and actually tried the slide this time. We've been here several times and she has refused to try it. This time, Brad took a few extra minutes to show her both the top and the bottom of the slide, they watched a few other kids do it, and then he asked her if she wanted to try. It was brilliant. When faced with a situation like this (and it happens all the time because fear is a pretty big motivator for Carolyn)- I usually try to encourage her to "trust Mommy and you'll like it!" But Brad helped her to deduce for herself that the slide was "safe" and then she made her own decision based on the "evidence." Maybe she just needs to analyze a situation before deciding to take a risk. Makes sense; she's typically one who has to figure things out for herself (just like me! I've never found it easy to just take someone else's word for it!)

Anyway, she was so proud of herself for facing her fear and doing something brave and seeing how much fun it was. For the rest of the time we were there, she was up and down that slide, thrilled to pieces each time she successfully did it and we all (even Nora!) cheered. :)

I tried to take some pictures and they are all pretty lousy. Had the bright idea to stand right in front of the slide to get an action shot. This was it. You can guess how wet my camera got. Physics was never my strong suit. After that I stopped trying to take pictures in the water.

Nora got cold and wanted to get out, but she was happy to walk around the pool deck after she dried off a bit. Her hair will give you a clue why I make hair bows- if I didn't, this is what she'd look like all the time! :)

Overall, it was a very fun night. I'm so thankful for my family. What a blessing they all are!!

Feel it Better

Tonight there was some drama in our house because a minor/major injury (the severity varies depending on whether you ask Carolyn or her parents) involving a small cut to the finger and a Band Aid that fell off flared up and was still hurting at bedtime. I went in to talk to Carolyn about it and once she calmed down, we had the following conversation that made me laugh.

Carolyn grabs the dolly in her bed and says "The dolly will feel it better. She will take it and put some healing lotion on it and it will feel better, okay?"

I was glad the dolly would "feel it better" and the pharmacist in me was pleased that the dolly came complete with some "healing lotion" (aka Neosporin) :)

Nora Time

Today I had just Nora at home with me since Carolyn was at school. I got a little ambitious and started a tactile experience for her. I put an inch or so of water in the little table thing and gave her a couple sponges. Funny how something so simple can thrill a little one this age!

It was fun. :)