Frankie has also gone hog-wild with her raspberries. She raspberries to let us know she's happy. She raspberries to let us know she's mad. She raspberries to let us know she's tired. Yesterday, I tried to put her down for her nap before she was ready to be out of my arms. Eyes half-closed, she scrunched up her little nose and let out a tired little whimper raspberry. Imagine her delight when she discovered that raspberrying while mommy attempts to feed her squash results in amazing flights of orange mush off the spoon and into mommy's hair, face, and lap. Speaking of feeding, this is the one area in which Anni was a much easier baby. Annika took to eating solids like a champ, while Frankie wrinkles her nose, grimaces, sticks out her tongue, and generally seems uninterested in branching out from breast milk. Nevertheless, she continues to grow like a little junior Sumo wrestler. Her 6-month checkup found her still at the top of the growth charts.
This is the first week since last December that we haven't had any labs drawn on Annika. The docs told us that the new med she's on will need 2 weeks to show any effect, so we have to wait until next Monday to have them drawn. It was kind of nice, not spending all of Monday waiting anxiously to hear the lab results, hoping that they would be better, but always getting the call that the numbers were still worsening. Nice to get away from that this week. And now we are really really really hoping that this new drug does the trick for her, and her labs show improvement next week. We are all so sick of the hospital.
Annika continues to be fascinated with worms. She invents all sorts of stories about them and their fascinating worm lives. She pointed out a worm that she had found in the soil I had been digging up, and explained, "That's the Dr. Weaver worm." The other worms were going to visit him to have their ears checked.
She is also becoming a little back seat driver. She has a fit if daddy moves the car before I've buckled my seat belt. And yesterday, as I was trying to find a parking spot at the university, I had to back out of the main parking lot when I discovered it was full. It's a long narrow shape, with no good place to turn around. Annika shouted, "Mommy, you're going the wrong way! It's a ONE-WAY, Mommy!" She frequently informs me which way she'd like to go, and sighs forlornly if I fail to heed her directions. "Mommy, you MISSED your turn..."
She still loves playing princess and taking her dolls to "doll school", but she definitely has some tomboy tendencies, too. Today we went for a walk in the neighborhood and saw the Ogden boys (6, 4, and 2-yrs old) out playing. So, of course, she had to go join in (after mommy checked that everyone was healthy). She had a great time with all their trucks. Anni found a bug in the grass, which she promptly picked up to show Mark (4-yr old). Mark said, "Uck!" Anni giggled, and shouted, "Buggy, buggy!" and then chased him around the yard, waving her bug menacingly at him. I'm not sure how the bug fared in this game. We're going to have to start having the "respect for living creatures" talk soon.
Another game she has enjoyed playing this week is "Time for Frankie's X-Ray!" The funniest part about this game is how she always makes sure that I have on my "lead" before she starts the machine. She is also very careful to check that the pictures are good before letting Frankie sit back up again. She has the whole routine down! At least she has not tried to give Frankie an NG-tube. That's the procedure she performs (carefully, at least) on her petunias!