The SUN, and poopy fingers

I figure it's about time for an update. I want to first post a couple pics my sister Marla took of the bean pie and Maizie. Keep in mind, getting Al to smile with camera in her face is hard! Notice the one where she is looking away from Maggie, the folks' new pup--this was basically her stance on Maggie our whole weekend in the Fort. She enjoyed playing with her only when I was there to intervene in puppy teething on her fingers, clothing, etc. She definately has body language mastered!

Today, WE SAW THE SUN! It was glorious! Al, Coopy, and myself enjoyed the evening and went for a walk around the hood. EVERYONE was outside! It was awesome! It was like the world came to life again, the life outside of the hospital I work in and people in their cars I see driving to and from work! It was awesome!

On a funny note, Alex woke me up (yes, I was napping, too--working tonight) from her nap via the baby monitor by saying, "Oh no, mama! Get up, mama! Oh no!" I hurry in to see what the problem could be and it didn't take long to figure it out. She has her hands up in the air, room smells like "poopies" and there is a mysterious brown on her fingers.

I say, "Oh no, is that poopy on your fingers?"

She replies, " No mama, no, not poopies...no poopies on fingas" whilst shaking her head "no" in a most convincing manner. She also tried to tell me there were no poopies in her pants either, though the air in my nose told a different story.

Another funny toot/poop story happened at my folk's house last weekend. It went like this:

We wake up, rather, she wakes me up by whispering, "mama, get up!" over and over. Then I reach over, grab her out of bed and put her in bed with me for some snuggle time. I notice her diaper is QUITE enlarged! Sometimes it's hard to tell if she's done a number or not. Then suddenly I hear a toot and then a giggle. So, naturally I guess there is a special package for me to change. I ask her, "did you poopy?" and she says very matter of factly, "no pee-pees, no poopies, just tootn's"! I must say, I have never heard tootn's as a noun and it was quite cute!

It seems Al has turned 39 and somehow I missed all the years in between. A few weeks ago I asked her how old she was the other day (working on using fingers to show people) and she said, plain as day, "dirty-nine" (aka 39). I laughed and then said, "no, you're two, right". she looked at me, reached over and put her hand on my arm and said, very seriously, "no mom, i'm 39". She is still 39 today.

Well, that about does it for silly stories I can think of. I'm just workin right now and trying to fight off the urge to go eat something really delicious....it shouldn't be too hard because I have nothing too delicious to eat. Only an orange. Hmmmm....I will post some more pics later, hopefully, at least some day it will happen.

On a sad note, I lost my first patient. He was a patient I worked with a lot during orientation because my preceptor had him regularly which meant I had him regularly. He was just about a year. I didn't know how I'd handle my first loss but I think I'm doing ok. I think my faith is stronger than I thought because my initial gut reaction was a feeling of peace for him and that sometimes you can't stop God's plan no matter what you do. It's not for us to decide when or how a life leaves this world. And, like everyday of my job, the experience only makes me even more grateful for EVERY second I have with my bean, my hubby, and with all my other loved ones...and with that,

Good night...