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Paige had her appointment with the neurologist on Wednesday, so we left Tuesday and stayed in a hotel since Jess was on vacation this week anyway. We did some shopping and LOTS of eating.
Paige enjoyed some chips and salsa at Chevy's.
But Cason hated that place. He was mad enough to grind his little teeth.
He DID, however, like the hotel.
Paige did too.
THEN we had the appointment. She has been really scared of doctors lately, for some reason. So she screamed and cried when the nurse even tried to measure her head or listen to her heart. Luckily the doctor was a lady, which helped. She was also VERY good. She knew how to talk to Paige, and she busted out finger puppets and a bell and everything. By the end Paige was even talking to her a little bit. Unfortunately, she had us do an EEG in another building, several hours later. Poor Jess had to go in with her alone, because I'd JUST started nursing Cason when they finally called Paige back. I guess he had to sit with her in a rocking chair pinning her arms down while they put goop in her hair and put those little electrodes all over her head. He said she was mad at first, and yelled at one of the nurses. But then she just got scared and really sad, and was crying for me and Cason, which makes me feel so bad. They did the test for a little while with her awake, and then a little while with her asleep. (We had to keep her from sleeping beforehand, so she was really tired for it.) Now we have to call tomorrow, and hopefully the results will be ready!

Another Mama

Paige has been doing a lot of talking back the last several days. Today I told her not to talk to me that way, and she said "Another mama". I assume that means she'd like to trade me in. Haha.

This guy said "byebye" tonight. We were leaving the park after Coco's baseball game, and Trudi was saying goodbye to him. He waved, and she said that he said "byebye" but we didn't hear it. But a second later he did it again, and we all agree he said it.

Now then, if you'll excuse me, Paige wants me. Jess must have just put Ducktales on, because she said "MAMA! Ducktales! Come on, take a look!" :)

Happy Mother's Day!

I started my Mother's Day by sleeping WAY in. Then Jess served me my delicious breakfast, while I watched a cute slideshow of pictures of our babies, he had produced for me. With appropriate music and everything. Then he showed me what I got:

Yes, it's a koi sponge holder. And call me weird, but it's exactly what I wanted. I love me some koi. And anthropologie and their koi objects.

Then I made some orange cupcakes with chocolate frosting for my mama. We had a nice little barbecue for her, with Tyra, Misty and Jordan and their girls. We prepared some tasty kabobs:

And these fellas grilled them up:

They were awesome. Even Paige agreed.
But she was especially interested in those cupcakes, of which she had several.

The kids had lots of fun in the pool.

And on the grass.
Anyway, we didn't get to see ALL our moms and gramas today, but we love every one of you. Thank you for everything. Happy Mother's Day!

Hetzagons and Love

Our day started like this:

And has stayed that good.

Paige and I haven't worked on shapes much, so today we played with her shape sorter for a little while before lunch. She can now correctly name the square, circle, triangle, star, and HEXAGON. Haha. You'd think they'd include a diamond, oval, or rectangle before a HEXAGON. But no. I thought it was odd, but she didn't seem to have any trouble with it. I'm sure she'd have a hard time distinguishing betwixt them if they threw an octagon in the mix, but for now she identifies it every time. She calls it a "hetzagon." "Gween hetzagon" actually.

Birthday X 2

2 birthdays today. First is Frani, one of my gramas. (I guess she's my step-grama if you wanna be all technical) I think I had just turned 12 when my dad married her daughter, and I loved her right away. She's a VERY sweet and laidback lady, and always made us feel welcome and like part of her family. And let's face it, we were MOST LIKELY pretty annoying. She also brought this lady into the world, so she's doing some things right. I'm sorry, but I couldn't find a picture of Frani. I only became a camera addict in the last year or two, and I haven't seen much of her in that time. But I hope you had a very happy birthday Frani, we love you!

Now then, on to the second one. Frani's grandson, and my youngest brother Colton, or Coco, as Paige calls him. I was in 8th grade when Colton was born, and I remember getting to go to school late that morning so we could go see him. I'd have taken any excuse to be late for school that year, so I loved that guy from the start. Even if he was screaming and red as a tomato when we saw him. He's always been a very sweet fella though. I was living at home before I left for college in Phoenix, and would work out in the living room to my awesome Firm dvds. Colton was like 7 I think. He'd come in from playing with his friends, to get a drink. He'd always ask if I was thirsty and wanted one too. Actually he'd say "Brandi, would you like a bottled water?" all polite. He's quite a dancer, too, ever since our wedding. Unlike his older sister.
He's also growing up to be a wonderful person, and christian. He was just baptized not too long ago, and we're so proud of him. We love you so much Coco, and so does Paige. (Cason doesn't really think about you much yet. Just give him some time.) Paige never forgets you in her prayers. In fact she usually mentions you at least 3 times. :) Happy birthday.


P.S. I was just recently telling somebody that I think Paige had a fatter upper body but Cason has a fatter lower. I'm not so sure now, after looking at this bottom pic. It's a tough call.

'sokay everybody. cawdown.

Paige is healthy and happy this morning, for anyone who's worried about her. We all slept together last night. She was very helpful when Cason cried. She's so nurturing, I just watched her handle him when he woke up. He was crying until she started stroking his forehead and saying "'sokay. 'Sokay. Cawdown. Caaaaaaaaawdown.(calm down. apparently I say this a lot)." She said it in a motherly, soothing voice. So cute. Anyhow, she's fine. Playing happily with her toys right now.

Scary Stuff

This morning Paige gave me a pretty good scare. I woke up to her saying "daddy. help." really quietly, over the monitor. That's how most days start, though. She calls us over and over until we come get her out of bed, or she gives up and comes to get US out of bed. Today I gave in first and went to get her, but she was lying in the hallway, on her back. I still didn't think anything was wrong, so I went to pick her up. She whispered "help" to me as I lifted her up, and I noticed she was totally limp. She didn't move a muscle, just hung there. So I pulled her away for a second to look at her. Her face was kind of pale, but then it always is. She and I both have pretty pale faces. But her lips were sort of greyish blue, which is NOT normal for her. Well, for anyone really, but especially her. Strangers have asked me if I put MAKEUP on her. So anyway, the whole grey lip thing freaked me out. I asked her what was wrong a couple of times, and if anything hurt. She just hung there over my shoulder, and eventually whispered "sorry mama". So of course I thought she was going to die, and started trying to decide whether to call Jess or 911. I sat her down on the ground to run for my phone and put Cason somewhere safe while I wasn't watching him. When I put her down she just slumped over to her side on the ground. Horrifying. So I called Jess, and tried to calm down enough to tell him to come home. By the time he got home, she was sitting up, and he got her to at least move her arms and legs, by tickling them. But she was zoning out and wouldn't smile or talk much. She WAS drinking water and wanted a bagel, which she asked for in a whisper. Poor baby.

So of course we went to the doctor, and by the time we were ready to leave she was TOTALLY normal, running around and laughing and talking about Elmo. We went anyway, and the nurse is sending us to Phoenix next week to a neurologist. I guess they want to make sure she hadn't had some kind of seizure. Sort of scary, so please pray for her. Although I really don't FEEL like there's anything like that wrong. But then again, I was scared she was going to die this morning, so we're gonna play it safe.

On a lighter note, the nurse gave Paige a makeup kit.

She also rode a horse tonight wearing what she called a cowboy hat, although it's camo and pink.
She said "yeehaw" when I started taking pictures, and then even pulled this signature cowboy move, the overhead hat swing.
Also, Cason took a nice long nap, and hasn't thought today was at all scary or stressful.