6/19/08 - Today was my really birthday and, lucky me, I got to celebrate it again. I really like this two birthday thing. Good luck trying to change this traditions Mom! Anyway We are at Grandma and Grandpa Madsen’s now so I got to have another party with them and my cousins here in Utah. My Dad, Grandma Bland, and Aunt Taralee called and sang happy birthday to me and then I quickly got off the phone to play dome more. After we got home I called Dad and told him all the cool stuff that I got here. Because I am writing this vicariously through Dad I can not say much more than this as Dad was not here.

IF there were pictures taken they will be posted here as soon as Dad gets them, otherwise suffice it to say I had a great time!

6/14/08 - Today I turned 3. Okay not really, but since I will not be with Dad on my real Birthday I got to have one today also. It was lots of fun, for breakfast I got to eat my favorite orange rolls and then I was able to play all day outside and watch movies. When Mom and Dad got home from the emergency room, not a story wroth mentioning, we had pizza for dinner. I LOVE pizza! Then it was time for the cake and ice cream. Mom made a really cool care bear cake for me and loved just looking at it. Then when  it was time to cut into it I wanted the hearts right in the middle of the cake, everyone else wanted the rainbow (it was made with skittles).

I also got to open up all my presents, this is the part I like the best. First I opened up a little bear that looked just like the cake Mom made. I carry it with me every where that I go. Then I got a cool book called Fancy Nancy, it is all about dress up which i love too. Finally I saw dad wheeling in a tricycle that was from my Mom and Dad and Grandma and Grandpa Bland.

Click here to see some of the cool pictures, there was video but with Dad studying so hard for the bar I don’t think it will be posted any time soon.

5/8/08 - I too had a doctors appointment today. Although it was my 3-year check up I will actually not turn 3 until June 19th. As this was my annual check up so there was not much too it. The doctor did say that i have to start drinking more water and less chocolate milk. Mom seemed to be worried about that and wondered how it would go over. Little does she know I was just milking her and dad, get it milking, chocolate milk HA-HA-HA. Anyway, I now ask for water on my own and enjoy a little chocolate milk here and there.

I weighed in at 35 pounds and am 37 inches tall, for all you feet people that equates to 3 feet 1 inch tall, dang I am smart!!

Just as a side note, I am now really into playing with my dolls and will actually use anything to simulate little people. The other day I took a toothpick, used I am sure, and hair clip as people and they went shopping and to school. I am just about as potty trained as they come, it may have taken longer than Mom and Dad wanted but I work on my own time and I was not ready until now. Grandma Bland even thinks that I have a monster bladder, I don’t know what a bladder is but I don’t like monsters and I know I don’t have any of those.

4/8/08 - I have this terrible habit, or so say mom and dad, when it comes to taking my bows out. I just yank them out. Mom says this is bad because I take all my hair out with it. I don’t understand why this matters as my hair keeps growing. But Mom says that one day I will regret it. Something about genetics and getting her hair, but I don’t see a real problem with that as I like mom’s hair, she is beautiful and I would do well to look like her.

However, the other day mom saw me yank my bow out and so that the bow would not get lost mom took it from me. When she did she saw the hair I had yanked out and wanted to show it to me. She gave the hair back to me to hold and wouldn’t you know it, dad was there with the camera. So enjoy the pics of me learning why I need to take the bow our the right way instead of the quick way. I wonder if the lesson will stick, I might have to come back here and view the pictures if I forget.

3/28/08 - Tonight I got a new bed. After spending Easter weekend at Grandma Bland’s and letting Trisha sleep in the crib I decided that I had had enough with the crib. Shortly after we returned I started making it very difficult to put me to bed. I wanted a real bed. So after a few days of this Dad took down the crib and brought out the toddler bed. This bed brought more than the happiness of sleeping in a real bed however. Riley finally said that he cold love me, cause now I was sleeping in a real bed. In fact I was sleeping in his old bed and therefore and now worthy of his love. I love my big brother, seriously stop laughing!

The new bed has not been all fun and games for Mom and dad though. I now am able to go into their room every night at about 1:00 AM. They have a sleeping bag on the floor that I lay on and I bring my pillow and blanket from my room. I think they would be okay with it if I would just come in and lay down, but I take after Dad and make sure that I make a dramatic entrance. They should at least be thankful that I no longer just sit in my new bed yelling for them. At least I walk into their room while yelling so Trisha has a slightly better chance of staying asleep through all the drama.

Something else that is funny about me sleeping in a new bed is the way I sleep. The little toddler beds really are not big enough for me. I toss and turn like no other, Riley does not even move like I do. I will end up half on and half off the bed, I will pull all my blankets under me and sleep on top of them. you name it and I am sure that I have slept in that position. You have to love it.

Check out some of the pictures of my new bed and me sleeping in it by clicking this sentence.

3/21/08 - I would try to start with some funny antidote or a teaser but there was nothing funny about passing out from lack of oxygen and getting my first ride in an ambulance. In fact I believe I am the first one in my little family, including Mom and Dad, to get the pleasure of being transported by ambulance to the hospital.

It all started when I followed Dad upstairs this morning. He was going up for a shower and that meant that I could have the run of the room. While I was running I came across a little gem we will call “the basket”. It was tiny but the contents made my eyes grow brighter and a smile the like of which nobody has ever seen spread across my face. There right in front of me were 5-6 pieces of the coolest candy I have ever seen. In hindsight there is a reason I had never seen such cool wrappers. Anyway I took each piece from the basket and opened them taking a bite. I would later explain why I liked some and why others only had a small bite taken, I even spit on back out I did not like it at all.

When Dad had finally exited the shower he saw me on the bed eating and asked what I had. After telling him I was only eating word chocolate, which was the truth at the time, he came over and saw the plethora of other types of candy I had eaten. He picked it all up, went down stairs and had Mom get some Benadryl to administer while we played the waiting game. Thats right, I had eaten a small bite of a Reese’s peanut butter cup and some of a small Mr. Goodbar, although it was this one that I spit out. That was at about 11:30 a.m. Aunt Alesha was over and while Dad worked on his applications, Mom and Grandma went shopping for Riley’s Birthday, Alesha, Riley, Aubry and I went outside to play. We had a good time but after a while decided to come in and watch a movie. At about 2:00 Dad brought us some popcorn to eat while we watched the rest of the movie and then at about 2:30 I went into the office and both Alesha and Dad could see that something was wrong. Grandpa had just returned home and could also see, due to the brightness of my cheeks that I was not feeling well. Dad listened to my chest and heard the wheezing and Alesha noticed that I was using my shoulders to breath so it was determined to give me a little more benadryl. Before Dad could get it all down I decided I did not like it anymore. Alesha offered to hold me while I finished it and while she did I lost consciousness. This obviously did not go over well, Dad picked me up out of Alesha’s arms to straighten my airways and I quickly came to. He advised the others that we were going to the hospital and Grandpa convinced him, in a short amount of time, that 911 was the way to go. So while Grandpa called 911, Alesha held me and Dad went to get the Epipen.

Grandpa had gone outside to wait at the corner for the ambulance and Dad heard the sirens so headed out also, then realizing that they were further way than they sounded he came back into administer the Epipen. He had Alesha hold me tight and stabbed me in the leg, I did not like this and needless to say began to cry. Dad gave me a hug and headed out side to direct the ambulance to the right house after turning the corner.

Dad returned to the house the the paramedics and they all noticed that I had colored the entry floor with the contents of my stomach. the paramedics listened to my airways and declared that I was all clear, they said something like open and responsive. But just to be safe they were going to take me to the hospital anyway, Dad can tell you more of why they made that decision. Alesha had been holding me and lately I have not wanted Dad to even give me hugs so it was determined that Alesha would ride in the ambulance with me and Dad would follow in the car. However as soon as we entered the ambulance and I realized that Alesha was going to have to put me down I began to cry and Dad asked who i would rather be in the ambulance with me, I quickly and without hesitation said “Dad”. I could tell that Dad was glad to hear that and he and Alesha traded places.

Once I was in and strapped down they began driving without sirens, can you believe it for this price of this ride I should have at least been taken with the sirens on, and before we were to the main road I was asleep. I slept the entire way to the hospital and in fact did not notice them take me from the ambulance. Once in the emergency room I was taken to my room and a bunch of different nurses and a doctor came in and checked me out. One of them gave me some stickers of princess Jasmine, Cinderella, and Snow White. They were too big for my arms so i put them on Daddy, “so he could be a pretty princess also”. I had completely cleared up so they did not need to monitor me nor hook me up to IV’s and after an oral dose of Benadryl I was released after being there for less than an hour!

While in the waiting room kicking back until Grandma arrived to take us home I got down to walk around a little bit. Immediately I turned to Dad and very loudly, holding my thigh, said, “Daddy I do not like it when you hurt me at grandma’s.” You should have seen the looks Dad got from all the women sitting in the waiting room. However Dad quickly realized I was talking about him stabbing me with that pen thingy and he picked me up to comfort me. If I was angry with him I dod not show it at all and continued to explain what the stickers on his arm meant. Grandma came and got us and we returned home.

The cousins could not stop asking me about my ambulance ride and I learned that the entire time that the ambulance was there Riley and Aubry did not have a clue. All the crying and hustle had not even slightly interested them. It was surprising that Riley did not hear the sirens approaching nor notice the lights flashing outside the window he was sitting next to but he really had no clue what had happened. He actually got mad a Dad for not telling him it was happening and for showing him the ambulance. Dad says you have to love the power of the TV, i think he was being sarcastic.

I am completely okay now and have not felt any recurrences but we all know that I too, CAN NOT have anything with peanuts in it or anything that has even touched peanuts.

2/18/08 - Since so many people commented on the electronic journal that Trisha ha going Dad thought he would start one for the rest of us. So really this stuff is more for me than for you but I hope you like it too. The only new thing that I am up to right now is my third attempt and potty training. It is going really well and I think that I finally have the hang of it. I mean all I have to to is go in the toilet and I get toys and movies, what more could I possibly want. Mom and Dad are such suckers, go potty three times and I get a movie. I mean how hard is it to go just enough to prove that I went, wait a few minutes and then go again. Repeat this a few more times and within an hour I am watching another movie. Then in then in the middle of the movie start the process over again so that when the movie is over I only have to go once more for another movie. I think I may have said too much as Mom and Dad seem to be catching on. Well, stay tuned and keep up if you can!

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