Libby loves to talk to people wherever she goes. She makes sure to get everyone's attention. If she can’t do it with her words, she’s darn good at doing it any other way she can. Here’s a conversation that took place at clinic this week… (nurse was about to prick her finger for blood)
How are you doing, pumpkin? Are you good?
(Nurse gets out needle, alcohol, etc. to prick her finger)
(Nurse puts hot pack on her finger to warm it up)
Hot, hot, hot
Just a quick prick, okay Libby?
No (shakes head) No, No
(Pricks Libby’s finger)
Annie is starting to follow suit. We taught her the sign for more in hopes she would use the sign, or the word, in lieu of screaming for more food at the table. She took to it very quickly. So, she overuses the word more just like Libby did. Like when I walk in her room in the mornings. She’s in her crib signing and saying, more, more, more. The girl is ready to eat. If she wants one of her little singing toys to sing, she’ll bring it to me and say, more, more, more. If we walk past the cat, more, more, more.
We’re doing a lot of walking, too. Annie’s not quite brave enough to take off completely on her own. But if she’s got a little support she’s good to go. And Libby is Annie’s biggest cheerleader. We cheer Annie on, and then Libby begs to practice her walking. She’s so encouraged by her little sis. And she’s working so hard. But about 30 seconds and she promptly tells me, Alllll Done. Annie. She’s had enough. Annie can go again.
Both of our girls are love bugs. But Libby loves on another level. Everyone. She captures strangers’ hearts everywhere we go. She likes to kiss. And she loves to hug. When she meets someone, she instantly opens her arms out wide. It’s time to embrace. So, you can imagine going out with her. If you had seen us at Target today you would've seen a complete stranger, trying to get her own shopping done, taking the time to bend over our cart and give Libby a huge hug.
Eat, play, eat, play, nap. And play some more. Peek-a-boo behind doors (I know, I’m waiting for the first finger to get smashed-such a risky little game). Racing each other up the stairs. Chasing after the cat. Throwing and catching balls. Dancing. These girls love to dance. If they hear music, they bop up and down. On the spot. One of my favorite moments everyday is in the car. Partly because the girls are confined for a few minutes and I can sit down. And even make a phone call. But mostly, because I can turn up the radio to just the right song. And I turn around to huge grins and four little legs kicking away. Arms flailing. Dancing. It’s priceless.
And Monday’s treatment went off without a hitch. That means Libby and I are headed to Disney World this Sunday! We’re celebrating Hadley’s 6th birthday!!! Unfortunately, Hib won’t be able to go. He has to be out of town for work. We’re bummed. And so thankful Gigi is keeping Annie for us. Since I’m not brave enough to handle both the girls by myself. Even though we have lots of our family going with us. Including Grandmamma and Granddaddy. I’m still not up for it. Sorry, sweet Annie. Next time.
Libby’s doctors and nurses are amazing. They’re so excited for her. They’ve moved her appointments around to make this happen. They’ve given me the number to the ER in Orlando (and we’re all praying I don’t have to use it). They even gave us a note to give Disney that gives us access to the front of the long lines. Awesome, right? We can’t wait!
We’ll definitely update when we get back. We actually have clinic the day after we get home. Friday, the 22nd, is our next chemo day.
Happy Valentine’s Day! And Happy Weekend! We love you all!!!