Sinave, again, I need to apologize. I think about posting this information often, but rarely get around to it.
So...here it is, 3 months later...
15 month stats
Weight - 27.13 lbs - 96%
Height - 32 in - 76%
Head - 49.5 cm - we didn't get the percentage, but I'm sure it's still upper 90's%. I looked it up and it is close to 98%+.
At 15 months old you were wearing size 4 diapers.
You wear size 12-18 month bottoms - some up to size 24 month
You wear size 2T shirts - You still fit a few 18 month shirts, and wear some 3T shirts that don't look ridiculous on you.
You are developing quite the personality. You are getting sillier and are a pretty big tease. But you also have a temper that goes from 0-60 in a few short seconds over certain situations. Mostly when you are hungry and/or tired.
You love Leila and are starting to copy what she does.
You push boundaries - like going into the street. You stop, look at an adult, then despite a look or verbal disapproval, you step out onto the street anyway. You never run into the street, you just test us to see how far you can go without consequence. Then when you do get a consequence, you look at us like we've ruined you for life. That being said, most consequences start with just simply removing you from the road, putting you back on the grass, then telling you to not do that. Immediately, you do it again, so then you get a swat on the booty. THAT is when you look at us like we've betrayed you. But then you buck up and go on with life.
You CLIMB. ON. EVERYTHING. And you don't give up until you get to where you are trying to get.
You still love the water. And to entertain you during the summer months, we can just turn a trickle on the hose and you will play with it for a long time. You also love to be squirted with the hose...which, I'm not going to lie, is fun for me too.
Your eczema is hit and miss. If we follow the "rules" given to us by the doctor (no more than 3 baths per week, 3 minutes or less in the bath, and lotion on within 3 minutes of getting out) then your skin does notably well. If we go off that course much, then it flares up. And for as much as you love water, it's hard to stick to those rules.
And while we're on the topic, you FIND water ANYWHERE and will play in it. Bird baths, trickles from the hose, spilled soda on the side walk, drain water going down the gutter, puddles from the rain, etc. ANY water makes you happy.
You had your first trip to Lagoon and loved the rides that you were able to go on. But, your favorite part was probably when you got to play in a trough of water while waiting for Daddy and Leila to finish riding the water ride.
I don't want to get into what you are doing now, because we take you in for your 18 month check up soon. I'll post more about you then.
I can't end a post about you without telling you how much you have blessed our family. You are so sweet (most of the time) and mischievious, but so dang handsome that we can't help but to think you are adoreable whatever you are doing. We love you son.
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Leila's First Trip to the Hospital
Tuesday May 6, 2014 was a day to remember....Here is the run down...
Grandma picked Leila up from the babysitter around 1:30. Leila likes to climb through grandma's door and get herself to the back seat and buckle herself in while grandma puts Sinave in his car seat. On this particular day, as Leila climbed through the front car door, her hand was still in the way when grandma opened the back door and Leila's middle finger on her right hand was more or less "hole punched" with the hinges from the door.
Grandma grabbed Sinave in one arm and grabbed Leila's finger with the other and ran back to the babysitter's house. The babysitter who speaks better English was sick that day and was in the back room, so Grandma had to try and communicate in a panicked state to the Grandma at the babysitter who speaks primarily Samoan with decent conversational English and the deaf uncle who speaks bits and pieces of Samoan, English, New Zealand Sign Language, and American Sign Language. After a failed attempt to contact me (the mom) at work, Grandma was trying to get Leila to the Insta Care. During the chaos, I saw the missed call and it was agreed to meet at the Taylorsville Insta Care.
It was quickly determined that Insta Care would not be able to address the injury and we were sent to Primary Children's Medical Center....one of the biggest fears of any parent - to have to take your child to the Children's Hospital. I'll say it now...I hope that any time I take a child there, it is for a physical injury like this, and not an immune or terminal illness. Before we left Insta Care, the nurse gave her a dose of Ibuprofen.
While at the Hospital, Leila was taken in to get an X-Ray taken of her hand. She was VERY brave and complied with all requests of the technician, even though it hurt her little hand. After we went back to the room, a few minutes later Leila said, "Hmm...I guess we really do have bones in our bodies." As if she had not believed that before.
The nurses came in to give her an IV that would be used while they did minor surgery to sew her finger back on. There were actually three there in the anticipation they would have to physically restrain her. The nurse spent a few minutes showing her what it was, how it worked, and why they were going to put it in her hand. When it came time to actually put the IV in, the nurse let Leila play games on the iPad. The nurse said "you are going to feel a little pinch...." Leila looked over at her hand, looked at me, shrugged her shoulders, and kept playing the game. The nurses were totally amazed at how well she dealt with it.
A little while later it came time for the surgery. They gave her some Ketamine which sedated her, but she was not put completely under. There was a nurse there to monitor breathing only, and another nurse to help inject the Ketamine as needed, then the doctor who was actually doing the stitching.
Leila is HILARIOUS on Ketamine. She was quite talkative. She started out by growling. Really. Loud. Like a monster. Then she would yell different things including "No." "Stop it." "That's enough I said." "Quit it." And she would just babble. As she was coming out of the sedation, she looked at me with a very perplexed look on her face and said "you look....you look, you look BIIIIG." Her eyes were very big and watery and everything looked enlarged to her. She made funny sounds like a baby. She rolled around in the bed. It was a bit scary for half a second when they actually gave her the medication, but when I saw that she reacted normally, I relaxed.
After she fully came out of the sedation and could keep liquids down (which was not a problem) we were able to go home. As soon as she was aware enough, in true Samoan Style she said "Can I eat now?" because she couldn't eat before with the pending surgery. The nurses asked each other what pain medications she had been given. Both were completely shocked when they realized that the only pain medication she had been given throughout the entire day was the Ibuprofen around 2pm. We left the Hospital just before 7pm.
The ultimate injury was the tip of her finger was cut about 75% of the way off. When it cut through the finger, it also cut through the tip of the bone. It was more than just a smashed finger in the door. She had 7 stitches in her small little 4 year old finger. The doctor opted to take her fingernail off as it would make for an easier recovery. A week later we had a follow up with the plastic surgeon who had sewed up her hand. We had to get a special mold made to keep her finger protected.
A month later, we had another follow up to make sure everything was healing properly. Leila was really good to keep her finger clean, and even though it started out really rough, by the end (and as it healed of course) it got much easier to clean her bandages. To end the story, the doctor asked Leila if he could see her finger. She dropped her head, shook it up and down in agreement, and then shoved her middle finger in the doctor's face (with all other digits down.) The nurse laughed and said "You are awesome."
It's healing well and it looks like her fingernail is growing back.
Grandma picked Leila up from the babysitter around 1:30. Leila likes to climb through grandma's door and get herself to the back seat and buckle herself in while grandma puts Sinave in his car seat. On this particular day, as Leila climbed through the front car door, her hand was still in the way when grandma opened the back door and Leila's middle finger on her right hand was more or less "hole punched" with the hinges from the door.
Grandma grabbed Sinave in one arm and grabbed Leila's finger with the other and ran back to the babysitter's house. The babysitter who speaks better English was sick that day and was in the back room, so Grandma had to try and communicate in a panicked state to the Grandma at the babysitter who speaks primarily Samoan with decent conversational English and the deaf uncle who speaks bits and pieces of Samoan, English, New Zealand Sign Language, and American Sign Language. After a failed attempt to contact me (the mom) at work, Grandma was trying to get Leila to the Insta Care. During the chaos, I saw the missed call and it was agreed to meet at the Taylorsville Insta Care.
It was quickly determined that Insta Care would not be able to address the injury and we were sent to Primary Children's Medical Center....one of the biggest fears of any parent - to have to take your child to the Children's Hospital. I'll say it now...I hope that any time I take a child there, it is for a physical injury like this, and not an immune or terminal illness. Before we left Insta Care, the nurse gave her a dose of Ibuprofen.
While at the Hospital, Leila was taken in to get an X-Ray taken of her hand. She was VERY brave and complied with all requests of the technician, even though it hurt her little hand. After we went back to the room, a few minutes later Leila said, "Hmm...I guess we really do have bones in our bodies." As if she had not believed that before.
The nurses came in to give her an IV that would be used while they did minor surgery to sew her finger back on. There were actually three there in the anticipation they would have to physically restrain her. The nurse spent a few minutes showing her what it was, how it worked, and why they were going to put it in her hand. When it came time to actually put the IV in, the nurse let Leila play games on the iPad. The nurse said "you are going to feel a little pinch...." Leila looked over at her hand, looked at me, shrugged her shoulders, and kept playing the game. The nurses were totally amazed at how well she dealt with it.
A little while later it came time for the surgery. They gave her some Ketamine which sedated her, but she was not put completely under. There was a nurse there to monitor breathing only, and another nurse to help inject the Ketamine as needed, then the doctor who was actually doing the stitching.
Leila is HILARIOUS on Ketamine. She was quite talkative. She started out by growling. Really. Loud. Like a monster. Then she would yell different things including "No." "Stop it." "That's enough I said." "Quit it." And she would just babble. As she was coming out of the sedation, she looked at me with a very perplexed look on her face and said "you look....you look, you look BIIIIG." Her eyes were very big and watery and everything looked enlarged to her. She made funny sounds like a baby. She rolled around in the bed. It was a bit scary for half a second when they actually gave her the medication, but when I saw that she reacted normally, I relaxed.
After she fully came out of the sedation and could keep liquids down (which was not a problem) we were able to go home. As soon as she was aware enough, in true Samoan Style she said "Can I eat now?" because she couldn't eat before with the pending surgery. The nurses asked each other what pain medications she had been given. Both were completely shocked when they realized that the only pain medication she had been given throughout the entire day was the Ibuprofen around 2pm. We left the Hospital just before 7pm.
The ultimate injury was the tip of her finger was cut about 75% of the way off. When it cut through the finger, it also cut through the tip of the bone. It was more than just a smashed finger in the door. She had 7 stitches in her small little 4 year old finger. The doctor opted to take her fingernail off as it would make for an easier recovery. A week later we had a follow up with the plastic surgeon who had sewed up her hand. We had to get a special mold made to keep her finger protected.
A month later, we had another follow up to make sure everything was healing properly. Leila was really good to keep her finger clean, and even though it started out really rough, by the end (and as it healed of course) it got much easier to clean her bandages. To end the story, the doctor asked Leila if he could see her finger. She dropped her head, shook it up and down in agreement, and then shoved her middle finger in the doctor's face (with all other digits down.) The nurse laughed and said "You are awesome."
It's healing well and it looks like her fingernail is growing back.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Sinave - 1 Year Old!
Sinave, my son....I need to apologize...for not staying on top of updating about your progress in this life.
Your 9 months stats are as follows:
Head - 48 cm - 99%
Height - 29 1/4 inches - 84%
Weight - 24 pounds - 97%
Your 1 year old stats are as follows:
Head - 55 cm - 99+% (I thought they told me 45, but I can't imagine your head got smaller so I'll go with 55)
Height - 31 inches - 88%
Weight - 26.5 pounds - 97%
In the past six months, you have grown and matured by leaps and bounds.
You started walking right at your 11 months mark - same as your sister.
You eat ANYTHING, as long as it's not baby food. You love Polynesian food. I have not found anything you refuse to eat, except baby items. You are starting to want to feed yourself more. You finally started holding a bottle about a month ago. Before that, you were too lazy/spoiled to hold it yourself...it's not that you couldn't, you wouldn't. You refuse to use a sippy cup, and prefer a bottle or a straw. Uncle Wally would feed you while holding you on his lap. That is how you prefer to eat. You don't love to sit in your chair, or in a chair at the restaurant, you want to be held on a lap and fed like a big kid.
You wear size 12-18 month bottoms, and 24 month - 3 T tops depending on the style. You are just a solid little stud.
You still get countless comments about how handsome you are.
You flirt. You play peek a boo with just about anyone. You have started smiling when you see the camera (aka camera phones) and your smile now includes a scrunched nose.
Sometimes you "shadow box" with your shadow on our living room wall.
You still wear size 4 diapers.
You are amazingly strong. You can go from sitting to standing using one leg and no hands with perfect balance...among other things. You push around boxes of soda (in grandma's kitchen) for entertainment.
Your 1 year shots (5 of them) came with about three screams, then as in the past, a giggle in the mirror.
You still love your sister, and you interact with her more. You play well together and I anticipate will be good friends throughout life - not to say there won't be problems.
You love to play with ANY type of ball. Right now, you prefer something small enough for you to grip, but any ball will make you happy.
You are quite pleasant most of the time. You tend to just wander around the house and entertain yourself.
You are "all boy." That meaning that you climb on anything you can get toes on, you take things off of tables (although you are pretty gentle with most things you do take down), you love to rough house, and you make banging sounds pretty much any chance you get. Grandpa plays chase with Leila around the living room/kitchen at their house. Grandpa will carry you in front of him so that you feel like you are playing too. You have a big wide grin and giggle the entire time. Just recently, you start to try and initiate the chase game. When grandpa walks in the door, you position yourself in the middle of the floor and start to roll up on your toes and squeal in anticipation of being chased.
Your eczema is still an issue. We have now started using "essential (DoTerra) oils" that seems to help, but you still have pretty bad flare ups. I'm hoping you will "grow out" of this like Leila did.
Auntie Leitu is now your babysitter. Nani had to get a "real job" to help pay some bills. But Uncle Wally still loves you (as do most people.) He goes out of his way to go to Leitu's house to visit with you during the day. I get text message pictures quite frequently through the day of you hanging out with Uncle Wally.
You still like a good snuggle. While wandering the house, you will wander over to me or grandma, climb up, snuggle for a couple minutes, then get back on your way. And you still snuggle to go to sleep.
You like to be read to (especially if Leila is being read to.)
Church is a chore with you. I've started taking you to nursery so that you can play (and learn what it's all about so when you are old enough for me to actually leave you there, you are comfortable.)
You still wake up about 4-5 nights per week. Usually only once each night, but sometimes more. But you are also getting better about going to sleep when you are laid down (meaning you don't wake up and wiggle around...you just settle in.)
You have your bottom two teeth (and have had them for a month or longer.) Your top four teeth are pushing through all at the same time. For the most part, you are a trooper and it doesn't seem to bother you too often.
Sinave...I could talk about you all day. You warm my heart in ways I never thought possible. I love you more and more each day, despite the frustration you give me by not sleeping at night! You are such a blessing and we are so grateful to be your parents.
I've got tons of pictures, but they are on my phone. I'm trying to get them to transfer over at some point so I can post them.
Your 9 months stats are as follows:
Head - 48 cm - 99%
Height - 29 1/4 inches - 84%
Weight - 24 pounds - 97%
Your 1 year old stats are as follows:
Head - 55 cm - 99+% (I thought they told me 45, but I can't imagine your head got smaller so I'll go with 55)
Height - 31 inches - 88%
Weight - 26.5 pounds - 97%
In the past six months, you have grown and matured by leaps and bounds.
You started walking right at your 11 months mark - same as your sister.
You eat ANYTHING, as long as it's not baby food. You love Polynesian food. I have not found anything you refuse to eat, except baby items. You are starting to want to feed yourself more. You finally started holding a bottle about a month ago. Before that, you were too lazy/spoiled to hold it yourself...it's not that you couldn't, you wouldn't. You refuse to use a sippy cup, and prefer a bottle or a straw. Uncle Wally would feed you while holding you on his lap. That is how you prefer to eat. You don't love to sit in your chair, or in a chair at the restaurant, you want to be held on a lap and fed like a big kid.
You wear size 12-18 month bottoms, and 24 month - 3 T tops depending on the style. You are just a solid little stud.
You still get countless comments about how handsome you are.
You flirt. You play peek a boo with just about anyone. You have started smiling when you see the camera (aka camera phones) and your smile now includes a scrunched nose.
Sometimes you "shadow box" with your shadow on our living room wall.
You still wear size 4 diapers.
You are amazingly strong. You can go from sitting to standing using one leg and no hands with perfect balance...among other things. You push around boxes of soda (in grandma's kitchen) for entertainment.
Your 1 year shots (5 of them) came with about three screams, then as in the past, a giggle in the mirror.
You still love your sister, and you interact with her more. You play well together and I anticipate will be good friends throughout life - not to say there won't be problems.
You love to play with ANY type of ball. Right now, you prefer something small enough for you to grip, but any ball will make you happy.
You are quite pleasant most of the time. You tend to just wander around the house and entertain yourself.
You are "all boy." That meaning that you climb on anything you can get toes on, you take things off of tables (although you are pretty gentle with most things you do take down), you love to rough house, and you make banging sounds pretty much any chance you get. Grandpa plays chase with Leila around the living room/kitchen at their house. Grandpa will carry you in front of him so that you feel like you are playing too. You have a big wide grin and giggle the entire time. Just recently, you start to try and initiate the chase game. When grandpa walks in the door, you position yourself in the middle of the floor and start to roll up on your toes and squeal in anticipation of being chased.
Your eczema is still an issue. We have now started using "essential (DoTerra) oils" that seems to help, but you still have pretty bad flare ups. I'm hoping you will "grow out" of this like Leila did.
Auntie Leitu is now your babysitter. Nani had to get a "real job" to help pay some bills. But Uncle Wally still loves you (as do most people.) He goes out of his way to go to Leitu's house to visit with you during the day. I get text message pictures quite frequently through the day of you hanging out with Uncle Wally.
You still like a good snuggle. While wandering the house, you will wander over to me or grandma, climb up, snuggle for a couple minutes, then get back on your way. And you still snuggle to go to sleep.
You like to be read to (especially if Leila is being read to.)
Church is a chore with you. I've started taking you to nursery so that you can play (and learn what it's all about so when you are old enough for me to actually leave you there, you are comfortable.)
You still wake up about 4-5 nights per week. Usually only once each night, but sometimes more. But you are also getting better about going to sleep when you are laid down (meaning you don't wake up and wiggle around...you just settle in.)
You have your bottom two teeth (and have had them for a month or longer.) Your top four teeth are pushing through all at the same time. For the most part, you are a trooper and it doesn't seem to bother you too often.
Sinave...I could talk about you all day. You warm my heart in ways I never thought possible. I love you more and more each day, despite the frustration you give me by not sleeping at night! You are such a blessing and we are so grateful to be your parents.
I've got tons of pictures, but they are on my phone. I'm trying to get them to transfer over at some point so I can post them.
Leila Update
Leila girl...you are 4 1/2 years old now. You came with us to Sinave's one year update and wanted to "see how big you are." You are 48 pounds, but we didn't get a height measurement. You wear size 5 pants, and size 6 shirt in most cases. You also wear size 10 shoes. You have long, thick, shiny hair, and always say "I can't cut my hair...only Hadlee's mom can cut my hair." I'm hoping you remember this lesson throughout your life and we won't have to deal with you wanting to cut your own.
You are taking dance class from my friend, Niki Moleni. You are doing a dance to "You Got a Friend in Me" from Toy Story and "Under the Sea" from Little Mermaid. At first, you were a little hesitant, but now you look forward to class. You recently started telling me that I don't need to walk you in, you can go in by yourself....and just wait for you until you come outside by yourself.
You are an amazing big sister 90% of the time. You go out of your way to entertain Sinave, make him laugh, help me keep him safe (doors closed, gate on the stairs secured) and "leave me alone" while I try to get him to sleep. But at other times you close him out of your room so you don't have to be bothered.
You had your first cavity, and filling. The dentist was impressed with how well you handled the procedure.
You are learning how to clean up...the way I would want it done. Not just pushing things to the side, but actually putting everything away and making it "nice and neat." The other night (after I yelled at you - which I do all to often because I have minimal patience) you went in your room, cleaned it well, then told me that we "still need to vacuum." I love to see that your standard of clean is up to my standards.
You are SUPER stubborn (hence all of my yelling at times....I really am trying to work on that though.) We are working on developing your reasoning skills.
You are hilarious. Here are some of the recent funny stories.
You have an amazing memory. After Sinave's birthday, you remembered that my birthday was next. You asked about it, and when was yours coming? So I used my fingers to start listing off the order of the upcoming family member's birth dates. I got to "Grandma" (which was my middle finger) and continued listing a few other people. I closed my hand and went to the 6th person which was you. You said "wait, wait, wait" while waving your hands and told me to "go back." So I put my hand back up to show all five fingers up. You said "Can I sit next to grandma?" and put your pointer finger next to my middle finger so that you and grandma were "sitting next to each other."
"Mom, I love you when you go to work." This made me laugh because you always want to be at grandma's house, without me.
"Mom, are those cars driving too fast?"
"No. Why?"
In a defeated tone..."I want the police to give them a ticket."
You frequently change your name to "Elsa" (the girl from the Disney movie Frozen.) You tell me that your name is "Elsa Leila Aiono."
You "play" different animals, or act like a lost kid. Which is fine. Except for you TELL ME what to say. "Mom, pretend that I'm the last pet at the store and you say 'Dad, can we keep her?'" Then I say that. Then you tell me MORE words to say. It's annoying. I'm anxiously looking forward to when Sinave can reciprocate play time more and you can interact with him in dialogue rather than telling me what you want to be said.
You threw a "surprise" party for me...in the bathtub. You told me that you and Sinave were ready to get out of the bathtub. I went to the bathroom and you had shut the shower curtain, then opened it and yelled "Surprise! It's a naked party for you!" Thanks honey.
You are still a flirtatious girl. But only with people you feel safe with. Usually it's family members, or friends of family members.
A few weeks ago at church, you looked at your friend Ethan Martinez (who is about 6 months younger than you) and said "Wow mom. Ethan is really growing up." The funny thing about this is that you made a similar comment about 6 months ago. It was such an adult thing to say.
You are still a picky eater, but your eating habits are improving.
You are now being babysat by "Auntie Leitu." (daddy's cousin.) Malachi (Laki's and Lucy's son - 3 years old) lives at the home. You call him "Makai" because you want to. Auntie Lucy tells me how funny you are with Malachi. You help Malachi listen to his mother. You play well with him.
You can throw a wicked tantrum (and it only happens when you are tired or hungry - or being woken up earlier than you want to be.)
Despite all of your stubborn behaviors, and the occasional tantrum, you are a sweet, loving, beautiful girl with so much potential...I can't wait to see what the future holds for you
You are taking dance class from my friend, Niki Moleni. You are doing a dance to "You Got a Friend in Me" from Toy Story and "Under the Sea" from Little Mermaid. At first, you were a little hesitant, but now you look forward to class. You recently started telling me that I don't need to walk you in, you can go in by yourself....and just wait for you until you come outside by yourself.
You are an amazing big sister 90% of the time. You go out of your way to entertain Sinave, make him laugh, help me keep him safe (doors closed, gate on the stairs secured) and "leave me alone" while I try to get him to sleep. But at other times you close him out of your room so you don't have to be bothered.
You had your first cavity, and filling. The dentist was impressed with how well you handled the procedure.
You are learning how to clean up...the way I would want it done. Not just pushing things to the side, but actually putting everything away and making it "nice and neat." The other night (after I yelled at you - which I do all to often because I have minimal patience) you went in your room, cleaned it well, then told me that we "still need to vacuum." I love to see that your standard of clean is up to my standards.
You are SUPER stubborn (hence all of my yelling at times....I really am trying to work on that though.) We are working on developing your reasoning skills.
You are hilarious. Here are some of the recent funny stories.
You have an amazing memory. After Sinave's birthday, you remembered that my birthday was next. You asked about it, and when was yours coming? So I used my fingers to start listing off the order of the upcoming family member's birth dates. I got to "Grandma" (which was my middle finger) and continued listing a few other people. I closed my hand and went to the 6th person which was you. You said "wait, wait, wait" while waving your hands and told me to "go back." So I put my hand back up to show all five fingers up. You said "Can I sit next to grandma?" and put your pointer finger next to my middle finger so that you and grandma were "sitting next to each other."
"Mom, I love you when you go to work." This made me laugh because you always want to be at grandma's house, without me.
"Mom, are those cars driving too fast?"
"No. Why?"
In a defeated tone..."I want the police to give them a ticket."
You frequently change your name to "Elsa" (the girl from the Disney movie Frozen.) You tell me that your name is "Elsa Leila Aiono."
You "play" different animals, or act like a lost kid. Which is fine. Except for you TELL ME what to say. "Mom, pretend that I'm the last pet at the store and you say 'Dad, can we keep her?'" Then I say that. Then you tell me MORE words to say. It's annoying. I'm anxiously looking forward to when Sinave can reciprocate play time more and you can interact with him in dialogue rather than telling me what you want to be said.
You threw a "surprise" party for me...in the bathtub. You told me that you and Sinave were ready to get out of the bathtub. I went to the bathroom and you had shut the shower curtain, then opened it and yelled "Surprise! It's a naked party for you!" Thanks honey.
You are still a flirtatious girl. But only with people you feel safe with. Usually it's family members, or friends of family members.
A few weeks ago at church, you looked at your friend Ethan Martinez (who is about 6 months younger than you) and said "Wow mom. Ethan is really growing up." The funny thing about this is that you made a similar comment about 6 months ago. It was such an adult thing to say.
You are still a picky eater, but your eating habits are improving.
You are now being babysat by "Auntie Leitu." (daddy's cousin.) Malachi (Laki's and Lucy's son - 3 years old) lives at the home. You call him "Makai" because you want to. Auntie Lucy tells me how funny you are with Malachi. You help Malachi listen to his mother. You play well with him.
You can throw a wicked tantrum (and it only happens when you are tired or hungry - or being woken up earlier than you want to be.)
Despite all of your stubborn behaviors, and the occasional tantrum, you are a sweet, loving, beautiful girl with so much potential...I can't wait to see what the future holds for you
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