Monday, August 31, 2009
I love people. I love to talk to them and say hi - especially kids! But, the kids at the mall weren't so friendly. I kept saying hi and waving and smiling my prettiest smile - but nothing. They didn't even say hi back. I don't get it. Mom says that people are too busy to pay attention and they miss out on great things like meeting new friends. It still kind of hurts my feelings. People should be nicer and say hi back. I know I would.
Then, when we got home, I was in a hurry and jumped out of my seat, opened the door and then slammed it shut -- right on poor Blacky's tail. She was crying a terrible cry and Mom jumped out and freed her. I felt terrible. I went to her, pet her head and told her how sorry I was. I just couldn't even bear to tell Daddy what horrible thing I did. I just feel awful. I sure hope she is OK and forgives me. I know God will heal her tail - and I'll be sure to ask that he takes any pain away. Maybe Mom'll put a Diego band-aid on it and some of that special pain reliever gel she has. That's sure to work!
Anyway, I did notice that E2 was in a good mood today. She slept the entire time we had a play date at our friends - and then didn't cry as much. Mom also seemed to be pretty happy. She said that is because she got a full night's sleep and E2 only woke up once early this morning, but went right back to sleep. E2 also smiled a lot today. She sure is cute when she smiles. Probably looks almost as cute as I did when I was a baby.
I hope you have a great night and remember, if a cute lil girl (or even a boy) says hi to you, be nice and say hi back. Jesus would.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
But SSHHHH, don't tell. It's our little secret.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Even though she does cry a lot (and I mean a lot), I do think she is cute and I do love her. I love to tell everyone we meet (at the store, in the parking lot, while we are walking, pretty much anyone with ears) that I have a new baby sister.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Well, this is going to be a blogspot dedicated to the loving Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles and Cousins of our Siefker Girls. This will be udpates (in the first person of either E1 or E2 - you know they're real names) from the perspective of our girls.
Letter #2 Saturday
Well, Beloved, it turns out that the stabs that the nurse gave me caused a fever. I'm not sure what a fever really is, but my Mom is always putting this thing under my arm and usually has a big sigh of relief that the numbers aren't very big. Last night, her eyes got bigger as the numbers got bigger. Finally, when the lil stick under my arm beeped, Mom said it wasn't anything to be worried about and that the numbers could actually get bigger. I tried to take some consolation in that, but I was feeling pretty rotten (and I let her know about it). She comforted me and then put me to bed - by myself. What was SHE thinking....?? About 3am, I started fussing and coughing so that I could get in bed with her. She looked so lonely without Daddy there. I needed to keep her warm with my fever. :)
It is gone this morning, but I'm still letting her know that Friday wasn't any fun for me. I think I had straighten out soon though or I might be endangering my trip to Grama and Grampas. Mom said she is pretty tired and sore and if I continue being cranky, that we'll just stay home. Think I'll settle in for a morning nappy in the swing and let her rest (for now).
Love to all,
Letter #1 Friday
Dear Beloved -
You won't believe where Mom and Dad took us today. The Doctor. I feel like I have spent a lot of time there and, until today, really enjoyed the visits. She always has great advice, altho the free samples she sent home with Mom last time was not exactly something I have enjoyed (it sounded today like they might try something different again, so hopefully it tastes and smells better). Today - I had to endure not one, not two, but three shots!!! I watched my big sister get on the table first and heard Mom chant "who's brave, who's brave? you're so brave! you're so brave!" And then my sister let out a horrible scream and started crying. And then, after a brief comfort from Mom - they put ME on the table. Mom started singing that same chant - and BAM, POW, STICK - they got me too! I was screaming and crying and screaming some more -- but not too hard to notice the small tear in my Daddy's eye. I think it hurt him worse than me.
Well, that was a fine way to end the week of heartburn, a cold that makes my nose feel like it is going to itch off, a bothersome cough - oh yeah, and throwing up everything I ate yesterday (3 times for that one too). The bad stuff comes in threes this week, I guess.
Well, I guess I scared Dad off. He said something about camping and has been gone a few hours. I know I'm young and all but it has been pouring rain here for hours. I think Mom ought to wonder if he is camping or not in this rain. I'll be she looks for wet/muddy gear when he returns (wink wink).
Well, right now Mom's waiting for me to work up this dirty diaper I keep threatening her with and I hear my big sister in the bathtub. She LOVES to play pretend in the tub. I can't wait until I'm big enough to play with her. She has so much fun! I love her so much already and she doesn't even know. :)
Love to all,