rough night

We've had a lot of rough nights in the last six months. Rough as in no sleep. Last night was the roughest.

We woke up to Zoey screaming. Ran in. BLOOD EVERYWHERE. We thought she was vomiting blood there was so much. Covering her face, hands, hair, pajamas, bedding.

Once she was relatively calmed down we were able to assess that she had fallen out of bed and caught the frame right on her mouth. She has two cuts on the outside lips, one on top and one on bottom, and one bad cut on the inside upper lip.

Here she is this evening, after most of the swelling has gone down.

Poor, poor baby...

Still so beautiful...

I'm pretty sure...

I am pretty sure I can eat an entire package of Double Stuf Oreos in one day. That's all 15 servings. All 30 cookies. I am also pretty sure I can do it without getting a stomach ache - not even a tiny one.

Not that I would ever eat all 30 cookies in a package of Double Stuf Oreos. That's just gross, right? I mean, I would never even have the things in my house, let alone eat them for breakfast and lunch and snacks in between.

If I were to eat an entire package of Double Stuf Oreos in one day it certainly would not  be because I had a really rough night. Nor would it be because my dryer broke today nor because we have an ant infestation. I'm obviously  not an emotional eater so those petty problems would never ever prompt me to eat and entire package of Double Stuf Oreos. Ever.

I'm pretty sure about that.

preschool

Today was Zoey's first day of preschool.

We wrapped an apple for Mrs. Drew and Mrs. Manna...

...we posed for pictures with our new pink boots and butterfly bag...

...we posed for several more pictures...

...we would only allow Mommy one picture once at school because we were so excited...

...we RAN out after school to see Mommy.

 Zoey, this is what I want you to remember about today: After yesterday's disappointing cancellation of your first day, I think you were doubly excited to go to school this morning.  You insisted on wearing your new pink boots even though it was 85 degrees outside. You went right into the classroom, put your bag in your cubby, gave the apples to your teachers, found your name tag, gave Mommy a kiss, and didn't flinch once. No tears, no clinging, nothing. Mommy cried all the way down the hallway, until I saw another mother sobbing and then I just started laughing and I was fine. Mrs. Drew emailed us later in the day to say that you loved the stop sign game and were attentive and helpful all morning. My favorite part of today was when you came running to me after school exclaiming, "Mommy, mommy!" It made my day. I also loved hearing about your morning the whole way home and at random times during the day. You seemed to remember every detail and I loved hearing your version of everything. I am so excited for you to have this time. I sure do love you.

kai kai

We've started calling Kaia Kai Kai. And by we I mean Zoey.  Here are some Kai Kai pictures.

Bright blue-eyed babe (she's totally an Olson - or a Bunderson).

Seriously crawling all over. It's killing me!

Sleeping with Daddy.

Tolerating Big Sister

Loving Big Sister

My littlest lovie is over 5 months old already. She still doesn't sleep well or eat anything except for milk from mommy BUT she is smiley and beautiful and loves, loves, loves her Big Sister.

go get dressed, please...

In the last few weeks Zoey has successfully transitioned from needing help while getting dressed to being able to do it on her own.  The proof is below.

Every single day for about 5 days in a row this is what Z would come in wearing.  Then I put my foot down and said, "And don't come back with your ballerina outfit on!"

Helpfully, this was her alternative. She laughed and laughed. Hilarious.

When I really laid down the law and insisted on no more costumes she insisted this was not a skirt made from a Happy Meal box but actually a sleeping bag so technically she had listened to me. Sigh.

When I urged for real clothes and fully clothed she wore all green. She knows how mommy loves "matching" colors.

When I yelled from downstairs, "And not all green today!" she came down in all pink and thought she was so clever (and, really, she is).

Today she is just flat out mocking me.

Luckily preschool starts this week and mommy gets to pick out the clothes. I'm thinking all purple - four different shades, of course.