What are you looking at? Don't you know it's impossible to eat pasgetti neatly?

This is for all of you loyal readers out there who keep checking up on Ellie, only to find I haven't blogged since March.
Miss Ellie is now 17 pounds, 4 ounces. AND 30 inches long. She is just below the 3rd percentile for her weight, and in the 75
th percentile for her height. (Compared to other kids her age.) I do get to report that she eats much better than she did even a month ago. Today she ate an entire peanut butter and jam sandwich, 1/2 cup of cubed cheese, and about 15 sliced grapes...all in one sitting. This is the same girl that a year ago we had to fight to get her to eat 40
cc's of milk from a bottle! Now she thinks she needs to eat all the time! It's great! Now if she can reach 20 pounds before she starts kindergarten.... It's hilarious to feed her because she opens her mouth huge like a baby bird. She's not walking yet, but I think it's only because she has those two spindly legs and no weight for
ballast. She can stand up on her own, and will now take a few steps. I don't understand why she's brave enough to climb up onto a kitchen chair to reach for something on the table, fall off and give herself a fat lip; but she's too scared to try and walk very far on her own.
We went to see Dr. Cowley in April. Ellie had to have a sedated
echo cardiogram again. I hate it, because she hates it so bad, but the only way they can get good pictures of her heart is if she holds still. And what kid will hold still for that? When it was all done, we went back into the examination room to wait for Dr. Cowley. I was nervous because I could see that the wall of Ellie's left ventricle was looking thicker than the rest of her heart. Dr. C came in a few minutes later practically
beaming. "She's doing fantastic! After everything she's been through, we couldn't ask for her to be doing any better than she is!" All I could say was, "Really?" No medication, and we don't have to go back to
Primary's for another check-up until October. Woo
Hooo!!
This winter was tough because I had to take Ellie into the pediatrician's office every 28 days for a
synagis shot. This shot helps prevent
RSV in high risk babies. So, once a month, we were in the office getting poked. It got to where when I put Ellie on the examination table and she heard the paper crinkle underneath her, she knew what was coming and started to scream. Not easy being the mama and having to watch that. You'd think after watching all the other stuff she's gone through, it wouldn't be a big deal...but it's still hard to watch her have to do all this extra stuff to stay healthy. Thankfully, she only had to have those shots from November through March. Unfortunately, she's now on her round of immunizations, so she still has to get stuck with a needle, but at least it's not once a month.
Ellie has had a new trial this week...discovering that she is not the center of the universe. Both of her older brothers got their tonsils out on Monday and Mommy has had to take special care of them. I certainly haven't been ignoring her, but I haven't been meeting the Her Majesty's demands as promptly as she's used to. Sick brothers are a new experience for her. It's actually been good for the boys to see that they come first when they're sick, just like Ellie came first for so long (and sometimes still does).
The other night the boys didn't feel like eating anything, so I fixed dinner for Chad, Ellie, and I. I fed Ellie first of course, and then I gave her a
Cheeto to keep her occupied while I ate my dinner. I was eating and not looking at her and she started to squeal. I couldn't figure out what she could possibly want, so I looked at her and asked, "What?" She was sitting in her high chair, with her hands folded, waiting for the blessing on the food. I laughed out loud and told her she had already eaten her dinner, so I didn't know why it made a difference now. Apparently she thought it was important. So I said a prayer and then she was fine.
I have started to teach Ellie a little bit of sign language. This has really helped her be able to tell me what she wants/needs even though she doesn't have the words yet. She is also saying a few words and trying out new ones. The funniest thing to watch is when she tries to say "Alex." She opens her mouth wide and says, "
Ahhhhhhhh." Sometimes she'll put an "
icks" on the end. She kind of mumbles "
isson" for "Harrison." And of course, she says "Mama", "
Da Da Dee", "
Buh Buh Bye", "Go go go", "good girl", etc.
She is the HAPPIEST baby alive. Everywhere I take her people ask me, "Is she this happy all the time?" They can't believe it when I tell them yes. She smiles and waves at everyone. I can take her to run errands and she doesn't make a peep when I have to make 5 stops around town. She puts up with a lot and just rolls with it. I think that she was sick for so long that she has decided to enjoy every minute she has.
What? Mom changed my clothes 5 minutes ago. It's time for a new outfit...again.

I don't know where these guys get the idea I should be walking anywhere when crawling works perfectly well for me! (By the way, do you like my Cindy Lou Who hairdo?)

You don't really expect me to get wet, do you?

Who's bright idea was this anyway?

Hey, hey, HEY! What are you doing back there?

And now for my next trick...

I get a lollipop to help me hold still for my first haircut!

I'm not tired, Mom, I promizzzzzzz.

These are the same
bunny slippers I wore last Easter!

Silly brother! He thinks I fit in the bucket! Oh, wait....

Caprice and I having a jam session.

Ooh lookie! I found Grandma Kara's pretty hair things!