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We met with the ENT on Tuesday about Morgan's ears. The recent round of antibiotics did the trick and when he checked her they were completely clear and healthy. He basically went over the reasons he would do the tubes and the reasons he wouldn't do the tubes and said that Morgan is right in the gray area. The fact that we just went through the peak of cold and flu season could be one of the reasons she was just prone to more infections. With all of the information and the recommendation from the doc we decided to wait a month to see what happens. Hopefully the season change will be on our side and overall Morgan will be healthier. If the pattern continues and the infections come back sooner than later then we will get her in as soon as possible. The many trips to the doctor and the many antibiotics are really a pain to us, but Morgan doesn't seem to be too phased by any of it. We really wanted the decision to be what is best for her and not a convenience for us.
So she's been off the meds since Sunday and here it is 5 days later and she has a snotty nose. But so far I haven't seen her tug at her ears. We may end up back at the doctor next week. We'll see.
Two weeks ago we headed to Sugar Mountain in NC to do some skiing. Or attempted to ski in my case. We dropped the girls off with Michael's parents in TN and made the trek to the mountains. Let's just talk about the mountains. Me, born and raised in flat Florida, doesn't do well in mountains. I learned this as we were heading up the winding one lane road to our condo at the top of the slopes. Snow and ice glimmered off the road as my knuckles turned white from clenching the armrest in the car. Once I was there and my panic and crying attack was over I looked out the window and caught the sun setting on the mountains.
Did I mention the crying? Yeah, there was a lot of it. And I'm not ashamed. It was a little nerve racking. And then I realized it was 6 o'clock and we had to go back down the mountain to get skis and food for the weekend. I didn't know if I would make it. But then my brother-in-law saved my sanity with a little small pill that had me thinking about cake instead of sliding off the side of a mountain. (I still wish I would have had that cake at the little diner we ate at.)
Krista and I took an hour long lesson on Friday morning to learn how not to kill ourselves. After practicing the bunny slope a couple of times and picking up tips from other instructors (because ours sucked butt) we decided to brave the ski lift and try the green slope. We did alright and by the end were masters of our domain.
On Saturday Michael felt Krista and I were pros and that we could graduate to the slightly longer green slope. With the small ounce of confidence I had we headed up the lift.
"We're getting off here, at this stop" Michael tells me.
Huh? How do we get off? Where is the guy to help you off? I don't know what I'm doing. Wait....
So Michael got off. And me? I'm still on the lift, shaking like a leaf as I head further and further up the mountain. I needed another one of those pills. Luckily, Rusty and Krista were in front of me and I could get off on the next one with them. If they weren't there I was riding that thing all the way to the top and back down again. It was only a blue slope. I could do it. Ha! I turned the corner from the lift and about lost it. I saw the steepness of that mountain and knew there was no way I was getting down alive.
I made it - barely. I had a pretty nasty fall that I don't really remember. One minute I am speeding out of control and the next my face is planted in the snow and my butt feels like it got shot by a canon. I was hurt. Not medical hurt, but hurt. And crying. Two people asked if I needed help. I was okay, but needed a minute. It took about 10 for me to get up and get my skis back on. If it weren't for Rusty I'd still be sitting up there.
By Sunday I was able to get off the lift, at the right spot, without falling. And I even braved the blue slope a couple of times. Not the same one I had fallen on. The one seen here that has the flat spot of the right.
Michael and Rusty headed to the top and made their way down the black diamond slopes. Some random stranger took this because there was no way I was going anywhere near the top.
I was perfectly content on the small slopes. And the boys joined us for a couple runs and some pictures. And the view from there wasn't bad either. See?
We had a great weekend spending time together and with Michael's brother and Krista. I drank wine and actually slept through the night. And the girls had a great time with the family. By the end of the weekend the snow and ice were melting and the trip down the mountain was much smoother.
For the record, my butt still hurts.
Morgan is a master at crawling on her forearms. The doc said that was close enough since her body is completely off the ground when she's doing it. But the girl has refused to use her hands. Until Monday. I caught her eyeing the remote and then she was off. Slowly and wobbly, but using her hands. Now she does it about 50% of the time. Finally. An official crawl.
This little girl is such a mess, but in a good way. This morning she got her stool and walked in to Morgan's room. She comes out and closes the door. She tells me to shhhh, that Gerry is sleeping. I later go in to Morgan's room and find Addison's stool up against Morgan's crib. I look inside and see her pink giraffe lying in the middle of the crib, covered to it's neck in a blanket. And the music from the mobile is playing softly.It's those sweet moments that make things like this (see below video) easier to handle and forget about.Every so often Addison wakes up on the wrong side of the bed and has a bad morning. This was Wednesday and it was one of those days. You know. The ones where you need to scream or cry or drink before it's even 8:30. She sat in the parking lot at daycare, in front of all the other parents whose children were listening to them, and refused to get up. I took this while holding Morgan and a bag of stuff in my arms. All so I could have a little blackmail later on. Such a good mother I am. :)
Every night I get the best kisses and hugs from her. It doesn't get much better.
And because I said I would. There's a bunch of TN and orange, but their still cute.
Work has been kicking my butt. And Morgan's ear infections (yes, another one) haven't been helping. They've set a cot up for me at the doctor's office. But I just uploaded my NY pictures and I hope to blog and post soon. And I know you're dying to see pics of the girls. I have them too. Promise.
She's crawling around a lot more and is pulling up on the table and furniture a little. I've seen her try to take a couple of steps and coast along the furniture.
Just this weekend she's started to babble a lot more. It's the cutest thing. And the faces she makes crack me up.
Trying to attack my camera.
This weekend we went on long walks and bike rides. I put Addison in her seat on the back of my bike. It's been months since she's been in there and I forgot how tiring it was. Not to mention that she's put on a few pounds. I didn't know if I was going to make it back to the house. I guess the nicer weather means I have no excuse for not getting outside and exercising some more.
