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Tue, Nov 27, 2007 4:14 PM
Happy Anniversary to Nana & Papa. Hope they do something special to celebrate!!

We heard it was storming there last night. How exciting to hear of the snow and winter settling in. It has been so warm up until Thanksgiving. Now we have been wearing more layers and dressing the kids in sleepers before going to bed. We are so excited to come home for Christmas this year but we both confessed that we might not be used to the cold weather. I sure hope we have not desensitized that much. Haakon has not seen snow for 2 years and Marit has yet to see snow. This shall be very fun for them.

Thanksgiving was lovely spent at the Bonillas' home with their family and friends. Daddy was busy working all weekend though. Thankfully he was able to make dinner.

Marit's tricks never cease to amaze me. The other day Haakon was taking a nap. Haakon taking a nap happens twice every month. So you can only imagine how thrilled I was that he was actually sleeping and knowing he would be happy and sweet once evening came. Well, I am not sure what the kids deal is but if one is awake and one is sleeping they just want to wake the one that is sleeping. You would think they would love time with just Mommy but perhaps I am just not fun enough. I can't figure it out!!!!
Well, on that special day that Haakon was sleeping. Marit and I were in her room putting clothes away and taking out the sweet outfits that no longer fit her. She was bound and determined to escape her room and go wake up her brother. For what I asked her, to be wrestled, tackled, knocked down, who knows.
Earlier in the day Haakon had hung some clothes hangers on Marit's door. She had pulled on them and the door had opened. I quickly took them down and closed the door. She went over grabbed more hangers and hung them on the door. It took her 8 attempts but she succeeded in opening her door all by herself. I was amazed. She was so proud of herself. I had to jump up fast cause off she went to his room to wake him. It is needless to say, not many clothes got hung up that afternoon.

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Tue, Nov 13, 2007 2:26 PM
One more day till Daddy returns from his AMA conference in Hawaii. We have just barely survived. There were moments when I did not think we could make it. Like the time when Marit threw a glass cup into the bathtub while Haakon was in it and it shattered. Or the time when they were banging the pots and pans so loud that I had to go outside to answer a phone call and Haakon nearly locked me out of the house. Or every single evening when Haakon just didn't want to go to sleep. He loves to have Daddy tuck him in and without Daddy tucking him in he feels as though going to bed is just not right.
It is safe to say that we all missed him! I am pretty sure he missed us too. Hopefully it will be a long time before Daddy has another week long conference to attend. Just to be safe I dropped a word to Dr. Hatch that if Daddy puts in a request to attend a week long conference that she please deny it. (I was teasing of course) I think the Rad Onc department missed him just as much as we did. Covering a Coleman clinic 2 Wednesdays in a row is just as bad as taking two tired, sick, crabby, kids shopping for an extended amount of time. (No, I was not crazy enough to attempt the above example)

I need to start documenting all of Marit's words she is using. At times the pronunciation does not come out perfect but there are some words that are so unexpected:
Propel
WOW
Haakon
Help me

She is doing so much communicating with signs (real ones and her own) She tells me when she wants her diaper changed, when she wants to go outside, take a bath, talk on the phone, cook, eat, drink, go in the car, and take a nap. She acts like she is the same age as Haakon. I have not had the heart to tell her the truth and that she is really just one and not 3. Perhaps it is all the play time with older little ones. She climbs up on so much and is my little dare devil. I once again had to remove the ladder from the bunk beds because she likes to climb up there and jump on the bed with Haakon. They get so mad at me when I won't allow it. Perhaps one day they will thank me for the one less scar they could have had from jumping and then falling and hurting themselves on the toys on the floor.

Haakon's most interesting recent tale comes from this mornings ride into work.
He told me that him and Marit are like Spiderman.
He said that Marit was the naughty black Spiderman and he was the good red Spiderman.
Very creative Haakon was my thought but the questions that arose were. How did he know that there was a good and a naughty Spiderman? He has not seen any Spiderman movies or commercials for the movies. The only exposure to Spiderman he has had is his Spiderman Band-Aids and seeing Spiderman toys in stores. There is a black and a red/blue Spiderman on the Band-Aid. How interesting to conclude that even at a young age he identifies black with bad and the color with good. Children are so smart.

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Mary: Oh Rebekah! I can only imagine a week alone with the kids...yikes. I cringed at the thought of the glass in the tub. I must use your word,

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Thu, Nov 8, 2007 1:51 PM
Well our first day without Daddy went ok. 1 down 6 to go. We all miss him but hope he is having a fabulous time in Hawaii and learning lots about curing cancer.
As we were driving to work yesterday morning... Haakon and Marit sat in their seats, one on each side of the car. They often pass things back and forth to each other and sing songs and giggle. BUT on this particular morning, the dreaded sibling car fueds started. Now I remember arguing with my sisters in the car about our space and such but we were quite a bit older. I now realize how batty we must have made Mom and Dad feel when we fought in the car.
I kept shaking my head thinking, they can't really be starting this now!!!! Haakon started out with, "Mommy, Marit is looking out my window!". "It is ok Haakon. Marit can look out all the windows and so can you." I replied. "No, she can't!" was Haakon's response. "She needs to look out her own window." Since I could not solve the issue while driving Haakon resorted to yelling at Marit to look out her own window and not his. Marit returned his demands with a defiant yell, clearly indicating that she was not about to do as he said. Thankfully we were almost to Monica's and the car nonsense had to stop to get out of the car.

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Tue, Nov 6, 2007 10:09 AM
Marit had a very delightful birthday party. My wonderful Mother helped so much to get it ready even after hurting her back on Friday the day before the party. Thanks to Marit's monkey skills and climbing on everything possible, my mom tried to rescue her before she fell or broke the dishwasher and in turn Nana hurt her back. Uff da! That was just the first Uff da of the weekend. To top that off, Haakon decided to dive off his tugboat sandbox with all his friends watching and land wrong and break his collar bone.

I feel so horrible, my son is not even 3 yet and he has a broken collar bone. Grant saw it happen and tried to comfort him but he was calling for me so he brought him in and I held him and cuddled him. I knew something was seriously wrong when his tears did not stop past 5 minutes. I laid him carefully on the couch and went outside to request a consult. In came a Radiation Oncologist and a Plastic Surgeon to examine Haakon. They mustered up their pediatric skills and ortho skills from what they remember during med school rotations and came up with the possibility of a cracked or broken collar bone. We called a Pediatrician friend and she recommended Motrin every six hours. Unfortunately our Haakon is very particular about when and if he takes anything. So he has been refusing Tylenol and Motrin for the most part. He won't wear a sling either. He does however have a Spiderman Band-Aid over the crack in his bone and one on his shirt to help remind us and him that he hurts there. We have to be so careful about picking him up and moving him. It breaks my heart each time I pick him up or help him get dressed to hear him say, "don't hurt me mommy, don't hurt me." Auntie Bridget knows a thing or two about collar bone injuries too. She broke both of hers. Now, we can not say officially that it is broken because it has not been x-rayed but we are 98 percent sure it is. We went back and forth over whether or not to bring him in and decided that 1. he would not lay still enough for them to x-ray, 2. we did not want to expose him to radiation. 3. if it is broke, there is nothing we can do.

For now we are just being careful. I must say the climbing and craziness has slown down just a tad which is nice but the whining has increased which is understandable.
Haakon is getting very good at using his left hand for everything. We just hope and pray that it heals well and fast so he can be back to himself. Besides that we don't want people to overhear Haakon telling us "Please don't hurt me". That kind of sounds bad if you don't know the whole story. CPS will be knocking on our door.

While my parents were here my dad built a playhouse. I think I am just as excited about it as the kids are. We are going to have so much fun with it!!! We now have to add a door, windows, curtains, paint and stain, a rug and decor. Perhaps even flower boxes on the window sill would be a nice touch. I have always wanted a play house; we are going to have so much fun!!!

Thank you to everyone who sent Marit birthday wishes. I read them all to her. She tried to type thank you notes back. (She loves the keyboard.) I still can't believe she is one. This week looking at her run around, I don't see that little baby anymore. She has graduated into a toddler. She is starting to say so much and she has so much zest for life and does not stop for a minute. She goes from one thing to the next and thrives on new discoveries. She is a wonderful little sleeper too. Perhaps these long naps mean a growth spurt. The other night though, the night before her birthday party, I stayed up late decorating and after I had fallen a sleep Marit's cries entered my dreams and I soon realized she was really crying. I went to her room and scooped her out of her crib and tucked her in with us and let her nurse. She snuggled right into sleep but it did not seem like much time had passed and I awoke feeling a wetness next to me. In my half dazed state i wondered how it could be possible. I wake up a bit more and realize that our bed has been peed in. Marit wet the bed. No, we have not started potty training her yet. Her diaper was missing. How come she was not wearing a diaper? There was no time to ask questions, I had to get this icky wet bedding off the bed and put new sheets on. Grant cuddled Marit while I stripped the bedding and threw it in the wash, scrubbed the mattress, and changed the sheets. Still I could not find that diaper. I went to her room to get her cozy blankie and a NUK and there it was, the missing diaper in her crib next to wet blanket and sheet. EWWWW! I striped her bedding and threw it in the wash too. Changed her sheets, washed her mattress. Meanwhile Marit is now full of energy after playing with Daddy. We change her and wash her and put her back in her clean bed. I sleepily crawl back into our now clean bed and wonder how I carried her from her crib and tucked her in our bed and did not realize she was not wearing a diaper. Uff da. An hour or so passes and in walks Haakon to our room. Do you have to go potty I asked. He replies with no, I peed in my bed. I cry a little, this can't be happening again!!!

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Gramdma Seeger: This story just made me smile because all parents have had these nights that seem like an endless chain of sleep-depriving events. Oh I hope that rest comes when they are teenagers! Then they like to sleep until noon and parents want them to get up at 8 am. This is a great story of dedication and you deserve a big pat on the back.

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