Morriah's Milestone: Language Comprehension!

Mirabel, Morriah, and I were all in the living room playing - when I got up and went into another room to get something... without fail, Morriah followed me in. She looked up at me and I said "Morriah, you left your sister behind. Go find Mirabel. Go be with your sister, Mirabel."

Morriah looked at me, then around for a second - and turned back around and headed out! This completely amazed me because she's always only followed her parents... so this move was unprecedented. As she scooted her little baby booty back out the door, she noticed a plastic bag within her reach that she could mess with. I knew what had caught her attention, so I called out a reminder: "Morriah go be with Mirabel, go play with her!" and AGAIN Morriah rejected the distraction and went on to find her sister!

YAY - my baby understands us, and loves her sister!

... of course, once she caught sight of Mirabel, and realized that she was completely fine and occupied with her own toys - she found some food on the table to spill... (D'oh!)

Later that same evening, we were all sitting around making music on tupperware and various pots and jars. Morriah flipped one large pot over and was just looking inside it. Thinking back to her previous demonstration, I decided to test her again with a suggestion: "Morriah, why don't you put the Jar into the Pot?" Can you put the Jar in the Pot?"

She looked up at me as I spoke, looked down at the jar, then at the pot - and grabbed the jar and immediately put it inside the pot! Up to that point, we've never even seen her put anything into anything else...

What a little genius! She's such a smarty.

Way to impress your Daddy, little girl.

Adventures in Poop and the E.R.

DATE: Tuesday, November 4th, 2009

THE CULPRIT: Mirabel Elise Crose

THE VICTIM: Mother Dearest

THE CRIME: Tampered with loaded Pamper - intent to destory personal property within a secured premisis (yes, her own crib)

THE TESTIMONY: Mirabel frequently has trouble napping during the day. In an attempt to make her more comfortable, I (Mother Dearest) removed her clothing, leaving nothing on except for the Pampers diaper aforementioned. After yet another 15 minutes of listening to her playing in her crib, I decided it was time to investigate. As soon as I entered the room it was clear to me that I had entered a crime scene. The smell was awful. As I approached the premisis (her crib), I immediately noticed that her diaper had been removed. I fearfully looked around to see that she had smeared her own poop ALL OVER EVERYTHING in her crib, including herself. 100 or so wipes later, I had gotten her at least clean enough to bathe.

THE AFTERMATH: After bathing Mirabel, I began to take things out of her crib one piece at a time starting with the crib bumper. I had planned to rinse everything before starting the load of laundry. Morriah, Mirabel's frequent partner-in-crime, decided that it was her job to assist me in the rinsing of the poop-smothered bedding. Morriah kept trying to squeeze between my leg and the wall so that she could stand on her tippy-toes to reach the spout, interfering with my cleaning pursuits. I finally ended up shutting myself in the bathroom while Morriah screamed her blood-curdling scream outside the door, furious that I would not let her play in the poopy water.

Mirabel was finally admitting that her fatigue had caught up to her, so I laid her in Morriah's crib to nap. I strapped Morriah in front of me (Baby Bjorn) and then proceeded to start the load of laundry.

LESSON LEARNED: NEVER, EVER LET MIRABEL SLEEP IN JUST A DIAPER!!!!



Later that night, it became evident that Mirabel had come down with a cold (her very first one!). After laying her down to sleep, she kept waking up, gagging on her own mucus. Her breathing sounded awful and because of her small nasal passages, we were concerned that she was not getting enough oxygen. We called the advice nurse and were told to take her to the emergancy room immediately. So, at midnight, Mirabel and I left to go to the hospital while Morriah and Daddy stayed home. I was told what I already knew - that she has a cold and that it will last about 2 weeks. The doctor did give us some Robitussin to help relieve her symptoms, but that was pretty much it. Mirabel and I were back home at about 1:30am, which was the shortest trip I've ever made to the E.R.

And wouldn't ya know it? Mirabel is still the happiest little baby girl I've ever known. She is so smiley, so cuddly, so content. I took the picture of her above just today (11-05-09). Isn't she a sweetheart?! She sounds so awful right now, but she can't be stopped! Way to go, Mirabel. You're keeping me on my toes, kiddo. Whew!!

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