One day Anni was twirling and singing one of her original compositions.
"It's my gift!" she declared.
Dizzy, she fell with spectacular gracelessness.
Laying on her back on the tile floor she began flapping her arms and legs
as if she were making a snow angel.
"Falling down is also a gift!" says she.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

She's O-kaaaaaaaaaay!

Yankee Transplant (a.k.a. she who, along with Joe, gives me hope that the dreaded teen years may be survivable) asked in the comments about Frankie's reaction to our last hospitalization, which was missing in my summary of the trip. I'm pretty sure that this oversight was due to the fact that it was (mostly) a non-issue. First of all, and most importantly, she got to stay at home, and I'm pretty sure that she understands much better that we will be returning to her when she is in her own familiar location, rather than staying at someone else's house. Secondly, this trip was much shorter. Thirdly, we left in much better spirits this time. In Dallas, the last Frankie saw of Annika was her big sister going ballistic because they had just told her that the I.V. needed to go in immediately and they didn't have enough time to wait for her beloved EMLA cream to take effect (a numbing cream that Annika loves as much for its psychological effects as its physiological ones). And I'm sure Frankie could not have missed noticing how very upset and stressed I was. This time our departure was much more relaxed. It all added up to a more peaceful separation for Frankie. My mom came up on the train and stayed with her while Jörg was at work. She is pretty much the epitome of everything good and warm that the word "grandmother" evinces, so Frankie was delighted. She is the kind of grandma who will sit on a stool in the bathroom and read The Princess and the Potty 12 times in a row while the poopy newbie sits contentedly on her Elmo and Cookie Monster potty chair, waiting for the spirit to move her. Or not. She is the kind of grandma who gamely allows her granddaughter to use her styling accessories from her big sister's Belle Doll Head on Grandma's tender scalp. She is the kind of grandma who excitedly announces that Frankie counted to ten for her, while Frankie stands by proudly chanting some rhyming gibberish that might, in fact, have some connection to our Arabic numeral counting system. In other words, Frankie missed us, but she was feeling much more secure this time around. The girls are both in pretty wonderful moods right now. Annika is overjoyed that she has started preschool this week. Really, "overjoyed" is an understatement. She's wiggling, skipping, hopping, twirling, and singing her way from the car to the classroom happy to be back. After talking to the doctors, who feel that her chance of bleeding in the next few weeks has been greatly reduced by the last round of sclerosing, we decided to let her start preschool (3 weeks late, of course). It's only 2 hours, 3 days a week, but it's so exhilarating to her being off on her own. We're planning on pulling her back out one week before the Rex shunt is scheduled to avoid any accidental exposure to infection before such a major surgery. But in the meantime, we're living the motto, "Enjoy your wondrous life, little girl!" with her. As long as enjoying her wondrous life doesn't involve buying any more animatronic toys, that is. And while Annika enjoys the blissful independence of going to preschool, Frankie is practicing a certain take-charge attitude in her own life. After a particularly triumphant episode of pooping in the potty, she marched out of the bathroom swinging her arms like an enthusiastic drum major at the head of a parade (a poopy parade). She stomped her way into the kitchen, arms swinging high, and shouted at Jörg, "I made poop in the potty! I ike it!" "Wow," Jörg replied, "I like that, too!" A few minutes later Frankie was sitting at the table munching on a cheese stick. Given her enthusiasm concerning her own poop just moments ago, Jörg understandably expected some happy cheers when he looked over at her and said, "Frankie, I love you." Instead, he got nothing but silence as she chewed her cheese thoughtfully. Thinking that she had not heard him he repeated, "I love you, Frankie." The expectant silence dragged on, with Frankie still absorbed in her cheese. Dying to hear her adorably cute response, "I love you, too, Daddy" Jörg moved a bit closer to her and spoke a bit louder, "Frankie, I love you!" Finally she turned to him and stopped her chewing, "O-kaaaaaaaay." And then took another bite of cheese. Of course, I was having a good laugh at this, but then Jörg shot right back to her, "Who do you think you are? Han Solo?" which made me laugh even harder. We may be parents constantly obsessed with our children, but at least we can still make jokes purely for each other's benefit. He's a keeper.

14 Comments:

Blogger liz said...

Your girls are just tops.

9/28/2005 4:21 PM  
Blogger Mike said...

Ah, nerd love. There's nothing quite like it.

9/28/2005 4:38 PM  
Blogger Yankee T said...

I am so happy that Frankie is faring better this time. And yes, it's true: the dreaded teen years need not be so dreaded. And Frankie: I love this kid. So cute. Happy times, here's to them!

9/28/2005 5:01 PM  
Anonymous peripateticpolarbear said...

Sounds like the whole family are keepers.

9/28/2005 5:44 PM  
Blogger Moreena said...

Mike, I freely admit to nerd-dom. After all, I met my husband in a graduate logic class. But, correct me if I'm wrong here, but hasn't Star Wars passed into popular culture to such an extent that references aren't really a badge of geekiness anymore? I mean, if I were quoting Star Trek...

Everyone else, thanks. I do love my family.

9/28/2005 6:09 PM  
Blogger Moreena said...

(But Mike, you are right. Nerd love rules.)

9/28/2005 6:10 PM  
Blogger Running2Ks said...

Those sisters are precious! I am really happy they get along, and really so delighted to hear that your home is filled with laughter.

9/28/2005 6:50 PM  
Anonymous Becca, Jason, & Natalie said...

"As long as enjoying her wondrous life doesn't involve buying any more animatronic toys, that is."

Ummm...te, he, he...You can beat me up later! Tell Anni to look for the UPSman (or girl) on Friday.

9/28/2005 8:18 PM  
Anonymous catherine said...

Here via One Tiny Voice, thinking of Annika and your family. How wonderful that you can find joy and laughter with each other. What beautiful, kind sisters you are raising.

9/28/2005 10:20 PM  
Anonymous Beanie Baby said...

This was great, Moreena. I laughed out loud. What great kids you have.

9/29/2005 6:19 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

So happy you are enjoying some good times. Happy too to know that Anni is back in preschool! And that Frankie is pooping in the potty! LOL

I'm with Catherine, you're raising too wonderful little girls there.

tina

9/29/2005 6:45 AM  
Blogger Elle said...

Thanks for visiting Moreena. Annika was definitely part of the inspiration for the site. If you would like to add anyone else to it let me know.

onetinyvoice.blogspot.com

9/29/2005 7:25 AM  
Blogger Sarah said...

What a cute little personallity that little Frankie has. Sounds like something mine would come up with.

Yeah for Annika starting school, and glad she is happy about it!

9/29/2005 8:33 AM  
Anonymous Rowan said...

She's wiggling, skipping, hopping, twirling, and singing her way from the car to the classroom happy to be back.

Awesome!!!

After a particularly triumphant episode of pooping in the potty, she marched out of the bathroom swinging her arms like an enthusiastic drum major at the head of a parade (a poopy parade)

Enthusiastic!!!

...which made me laugh even harder. We may be parents constantly obsessed with our children, but at least we can still make jokes purely for each other's benefit. He's a keeper.

I am so glad to hear that you are all feeling muuuch better!

9/30/2005 5:20 PM  

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