First Post

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,

E2

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,

E2