Misc.

This picture isn't very good, but I was super impressed today b/c I was in the kitchen and Moi was like "I wrote my name M-O-I-R-A". I looked over and by golly, all of the letters were recognizable and in the right order! I admit, the A needs some work, but not bad for a 3 year old, especially considering I haven't really worked with her on this. I guess with a little work, she'll really be able to get it. She did it twice. I took the top page off to show to daddy before she wrote overtop of it and she did it again on another piece of paper.

We put up a Christmas tree this weekend. We didn't feel up for getting out the big one. Chris and I both felt cruddy on Sunday, and we were also thinking about how much time it would take to put it up and take it down in January when we'll be in full blown baby prep mode. Moi seemed perfectly happy with the little 4' prelit tree Nana gave us a few years ago. Chris helped her decorate when I went Christmas shopping on Sunday. He said she got so excited to put the oranments on and kept saying "this is the PERFECT spot for this ornament". We got out a few things, like the singing and dancing things and the 4' santa, which she is mad at b/c it's not kareoke style, he sings with the music. Apparently she just wants him to play music while she sings, and that is not an option. Oh well, he is in the playroom for now. I'm sure her friends will get a kick out of him.

Moira did not want to go to school this morning. She was trying to be brave and almost made it in w/o crying, but as soon as she was in and realized I walked away, she came running back out for me. I left her crying pitifully, but the teachers told me when I picked her up, it only lasted about 3 minutes. I don't know what happened, we had been doing so well! But, as long as it only lasts a few minutes, it is fine. The teachers write up a report of what they did during the day and it said that they started a project that they are working on for Christmas presents for mom and dad, and don't ask them about it b/c it's a surprise. Moira told me right away that Mrs. Beckert helped them make butterscotch cookies with whip cream frosting for Christmas. I hope that's really what it is b/c that sounds fabulous! She didn't seem to understand that they were still at school though and didn't believe me that they weren't in her backpack and spent about an hour looking all over the house for them. There is one little girl that Moi always talks about named Lucy, and I asked the teachers which little girl that was. The teachers pointed her out to me and said that she and Moira play together pretty much all the time. That is cute. I am not sure who Lucy's mom is but I will have to figure that out and try to arrange a play date. When I was telling Chris that story tonight Moira heard me and said "Lucy is my favorite. I love her". I told Moi tonight before bed that she was a very good girl today. She said "at school?" I said "All day, at school and at home" She got the biggest smile and said that I was a very good girl today too.
We had another head trauma last night. She was trying to climb up to our bed like she does a million times a day and she slipped and hit her forehead (the exact opposite side as her stitches) on the metal frame of our bed that holds up the box springs. It seemed pretty bad, but not as bad as the last time. It was really indented, but not bleeding. I was more worried about concussion b/c they say that when it's not bleeding externally, it can bleed internally. I called Chris and said "Please come home now" b/c I didn't know if an urgent care/ER visit would be necessary. Poor Moi kept saying "Oh no! Did I break my head again?" I tried to tell her it wasn't as bad and she was saying "Yes it is!" I let her have her nukie downstairs and turned on a show. She said "Do you know what kind of feeling I have?" I said what, and she said "A sick kind of feeling!" I asked her what I could do to make her feel better and she said "I need..... SAUSAGE!!!!" So I whipped up some Jimmy Dean and she ate about 1/2 a link of sausage. I slipped some tylenol in a smashed up Popsicle and spoon fed it to her. By the time Chris got home a half hour later she said "I am happy now!" So no ER visit last night, whew.