It's been forever since my last post. My excuses are that the delay is partly due to grad school, partly due to technical issues, and mostly due to exhaustion! :) But nonetheless, here we are now...

The first week after the last post (when I was GOING to update) Ivy climbed her dresser drawers to get big-girl-panties. Thirty pounds only got so far up the dresser before it became unbalanced. The dresser fell on Ivy...all of her. The top hit her across the mouth cutting her lip in three places. An incisor went through her top lip and punctured the bottom lip. One finger was closed in a drawer. I was home alone with her, so I threw the dresser off of her as quickly as I could. She was crying for me to help her and trying to push the dresser up, so I didn't even think of broken things, I just saw the blood. I threw some clothes on her and took her to Urgent Care where they sent us to the ER. We waited and waited, but saw no one, so we eventually left. Alex had met us there and being in the dental field, he checked her out and thought we'd be better served at home. He was right, in the end. I did take her to the doctor the following day. He checked her finger, her teeth and lips, and her cheekbone. She had quite a bruise across her cheek and her eye was blue for a day or so, and he wanted to make sure her sinus cavity wasn't compromised. To do that he looked in her nose with a "flashlight". A week or so later, Ivy bit her tongue for the first time. She cried so. Then she said in her most pitiful voice, "Mommy take you to the doctor? He can look in my nose with a flashlight?" I thought that was SO funny, and that brings me to the topic of this lengthy catch-up post!
As you know, Ivy is the product of a bilingual household, but it's not 50%-50%. It's more like 75%-25%. I don't know if kids mix things up all the time, or if this is because she gets things from me, and things from her ESL Papa! Here's a list of some funny things Ivy says...
- A flyswatter is a "waterspout"
- Tip-toe is "tip-tock"
- The YMCA is the "YMCVS"
- Diarrhea (which she never has, so I don't know where this came from) is "Diana".
- A picnic is a "parking spot"
- A palate is a "place mat"
- When I told her that there was a baby in Momma's tummy, she promptly responded with, "There's a bunny in Ivy's tummy!" She then pulled up her shirt to show me...
So, if you caught that last part... We're having a baby! (Hence, the true exhaustion mentioned in my excuse.) After inconsistent dates and ultrasound measurements I was diagnosed with a "Threatened Miscarriage". I had to wait two l-o-n-g weeks for a second ultrasound to determine if the baby was growing. As of Thursday, I can tell you that "Baby" is definitely growing! My chance of miscarriage has now dropped to 1-3% so I feel like I share the excitement (now that we can be excited ourselves)! I am 9 weeks today (although the dates still say I should be in to week 10) with a due date of November 10th. Yep. Five days before Ivy's birthday!
Now for the pictures you've missed:
Obviously before the dresser incident...

Our first trip to the science center...
Studying physics...

Petting a turtle...
