Jay: Okay girls, who's gonna brush their teeth first and who's gonna go potty?
Abby and Emma: I'll brush my teeth first!!! (have no idea why they fight over this every single flippin' night)
Jay: Okay, Mama (sometimes he calls me Big Mama, sometimes he calls me Big 'un. I'm estatic on the rare occasion he just calls me mama...even though we took a minor oath years ago that we would never do such a thing), pick a number between one and ten. Abby, what's your number?
Jay: What's your number Emma?
Emma: (giving Abby the stink-eye for picking her number) 5.
Big Mama: The number is 8.
(In all honesty, I was feeling sorry for Abby losing her humpteenth game of "Don't break the ice" earlier, so I was trying to let her win. I didn't even think Emma knew any numbers over 2.)
Abby: (said in the absolute best sulk evah) Awwwwww, I always lose.
Jay: Well hun, you're just a loser.
Nice one. Score one for self-esteem.
We met some friends for breakfast this morning as they were down visiting a couple of pediatric specialists here. Her daughter had a muscle biopsy with Dr. Shoffner last November and received the results around mid-February. I say that because we have had quite a few ask if we have received any word yet on results. We are at the 10 week mark right now, but I don't truly expect any news until next month. I have to admit that the wait has been fine until this month...I am getting antsy. But hearing about how long it truly does take (not what the docs tell you...which has already passed by now) really made me take a step back and not be so nervous everytime I see our mail lady these days.
In the meantime, we are loving watching our little man grow stronger and stronger each day. It is so much fun seeing him achieve milestones and personality. He is still struggling with reflux and sleeping pretty lousy each night, but he looks so good for a good portion of the time he is awake. That is a true blessing!