FCC Easter Egg Hunt

Freaked out by the proximity of The Easter Bunny, Helen pauses during the "decorate your bag" portion of the egg hunt.



Egg hiding in the bucket swing - good eye.

New rain boots.

Discussing strategy?

Collecting the loot.

Needing a hair cut.

Finally, the cute outfit from Aunt Missy! (see post re: ice and blood)

Looking a little sad 'cuz she had to stand still. Such a bummer when you're 2!

Right before nap time - "DELICIOUS!"

Sweet dreams

First ever - pig tails.

She's got that grip down really well - it's so sad!

All those wearing their coats backwards may sit right here next to me.

There is a downside to wearing your hood in front when you're swinging.

Helen's super interested in naming her body parts in a very detailed way. So it's not just tummy, foot and ears. It's palm, wrist, ankle, eyebrow, nails, etc. Every day when I put her down for her nap, I rub her tummy as she lays in her crib and we discuss what she's going to dream about. Today, it went something like this:

Me: What good things are you going to dream about?

H: Babies, swing, teeter-totter (her usual list)

Me: What else?

H: Mama, Dada, aHa-Ha (Helen)

Me: That sounds like a really good dream. What else?

H: (raises up her arm and points) ARM PIT!

Me: Arm pit?! Oh dear! Anything else?!

H: (raises up the other arm and points) ARM PIT!

Me: Sounds like you've got your pits covered. Anything else you wanna add to the list?

H: (raises up one of her knees and grabs it from behind) KNEE PIT!

Super Ouch

This week, I was going to post a photo of Helen in an outfit from Aunt Missy. However, it's in the wash now with blood all over it. Yeah. (60+ degrees today, can you believe it? Spring has perhaps sprung and we're so relieved. It was a bleak, snowy, bitterly cold winter, even for MN. Good riddance Snow Miser. Hello Heat Miser, my dear friend. ) Ok, back to the blood. I pulled the car into the garage, got H out of her seat and put her down outside with instructions to head for the door. I turned back to the car to get my diaper bag and as I walked from the garage toward the house, I saw that Helen had wandered into the yard. No big deal, right? Huge sheet of ice where the sun doesn't reach this time of year...she was UP and then she was DOWN. Full-on belly flop, feet up behind her, face planted, bloody nose, crying. No loose teeth but a puffy upper lip and maybe a bruise across her nose - we'll see. The positive spin on this is, if there can be one, she was being adventuresome. For a kid who can be supremely wary, this is progress. Her interest in checking out the spot where we hang the swing was so powerful - more powerful than anything else. So even though it ended with her getting hurt, she's ok and it's good to see her acting like a kid. So that's why there's no picture today of Helen in her cute outfit (will try again another day), but here's a picture of the scene of the accident. Super ouch.

64 degrees, Monday, March 15, 2009

Wait, just a minute - found some cute pix from a couple of weeks ago. Thanks for the dress, Aunt Mary! She loves these rain boots from Paige so much, she wears them around the house.

Is there a future in runway?

Seacrest, out!

Hey Ya Highchair

Did you think I dropped off the radar? Probably, right? I feel like I kind of have. Winter drags on, sleep issues abound for all of us, and it seems like so much around the house and on my to-do list never gets crossed off. Not exactly a revelation, I know, but where does the day, the week, the month go?! Uh, anyway.

I was poking around the iPod looking for some new dance party music the other day and rediscovered Hey Ya, by Outkast (2003). Here's a little taste of the fun we've been having with it. If you haven't heard it in awhile, it doesn't exactly hold up upon first listening. HOWEVER - after a time or two, I guarantee, you'll come around.

Gimme some sugar, I am your neighbor - HA!

shake it like a Polaroid picture

More Chinese New Year - 2009

Not my best effort, background wise, but it shows off the beautiful color of Helen's traditional outfit this year. She looks so grown-up.

Families with Children from China, New Year Celebration.

Meet Helen's favorite, named (my fault) Kitty.

The two of them are joined at the hip these days.

That is one fat cat.

February in MN? Turtlenecks and tights are a must! Next year, I may have to skip the outfit we brought home from China and spring for something quilted online.

Happy Chinese New Year - 2009 - Year of the Ox

Helen has been practicing "Ni hao" (Mandarin Chinese for "hello") so she could bust it out for this little video during Chinese New Year. She's getting it down pretty well, don't you think?

Helen was playing with her Little People House this week. The happy couple above represents her choice of a Dada and a Mama to live in the house. I'm the one on the right, Saxophone Steve, thank you very much.

Working the winter duds for sledding.

The very best FIVE BUCKS I've spent in recent memory (well, there was that banana chocolate chip bundt cake...hmm...) was on this line up right here. Despite the fact that the Jaguar is missing, these vehicles are capable of keeping a two year old busy for at least, and I'm not exaggerating here, 20 minutes. I should probably write Matchbox Cars a thank-you note.

In honor of this historic day

Big slide action

Way to stick the landing, Kerri Strug!

That doesn't go up your nose.

Hi Daddy!

You've got to work your look

You can go with either the ribbon OR the hat.

Not both.

Freezing temps mean bundling up from head to ankle.

Happy Holidays Every One

Current favorite: Green Eggs and Ham.

"I would not like them here or there! I would not like them anywhere!"

"Try them, try them and you may. Try them and you may, I say."

Fresh from the tub sporting her fancy new robe.

Warming up to Santa by approaching Blitzen first.


Hurray, success = first time on Santa's lap and no crying!
(I'm pretty sure Helen is telling Santa she'd appreciate it if he'd put a bit more effort into his outfit next year.)

We are so thankful for the roof over our heads, the clothes on our backs, the food on our table, Stew's steady job, our sense(s) of humor, our good health, our dear friends and family - that means you, each other, and most of all - our precious Helen.
How lucky we are!

Our best to you and yours!

Pause from our regularly scheduled program...

Lori Hermstad, a dear friend from my home town, has a precious daughter who is very ill. I've mentioned her before here on my blog. She recently wrote this letter on behalf of Alex and has asked her friends and loved ones to share it with everyone they know.
Here is her letter:

Hi, my name is Alexandria Hermstad but everyone calls me Alex. I have an identical twin sister named Jaci and we are 15 years old. I was always healthy but for almost 4 years now, I have been fighting an illness that nobody seems to know what it is or why it is happening to me. I live in Storm Lake, Iowa and I am paralyzed. I have to use a ventilator to breathe through a hole in my throat which sometimes gets plugged and I can’t breathe. I cannot swallow food anymore so my diet consists of liquids through a tube in my stomach. My mind still works fine and I understand everything that is going on around me. I can’t speak either, so my mom is helping me to put my feelings on paper.

Jaci and I used to love playing sports, riding horses, and snowmobiling. When I turned 11, I began having trouble moving my left arm. By the end of the year, I could no longer walk. We were told to leave our house because the cause might be environmental, so we left…we left everything! Our dog, Gracie, couldn’t even come with us. After 9 months and being in 3 different hospitals, I finally went home. Since my illness began, we have met so many caring people. We are very grateful for all those who have reached out and shared whatever they could give. I am very thankful for those who have tried to help me. But at the end of each day…I am still here.

Many times I want to scream, but I have no voice. Many times I want to hide away in my room, but I cannot move. I want to hug my family and tell them I love them, but I can’t.
I can still move a little corner of my mouth to answer “yes” questions. I can still cry and tears can still roll down my face, but I cannot wipe them away. It takes a long time to be able to communicate with my parents. Many times it’s very frustrating to get my thoughts across and then for someone to understand me. What is more frustrating is why do the doctors and researchers we have written to and who have the capability to help me, choose not to help me – like I don’t exist?

I want to do so much but because I am trapped inside my body, I can’t.

I have been ignored by almost everyone who has the power and knowledge to help me. I used to watch medical mystery shows and was always overwhelmed in seeing how a doctor on the show would come forward and do a little extra to save/help their patient. I don’t know why someone won’t do that for me…? What I do know is that my illness is “atypical” and not the obvious, which seems to be why doctors are so perplexed, but I can't get their attention to care enough to help me. I just need someone to care. Even Make-A-Wish denied my wish. St. Jude’s never even tried to help me. President-Elect Obama met me in my home, took his picture with me and promised to help me, yet I still wait. My own governor looks the other way. Nearly every national foundation and organization my family writes to responds back saying I don’t meet “criteria”. Every major news organization we write to ignores me. They must not believe 5 minutes is worthy of helping to save my life. Has our society come to the point that celebrities become a higher priority than rescuing a child with an extremely rare condition?Celebrities, foundations, politicians, physicians, hospitals, and the list goes on, does not find it in their hearts to get back to me. Why? What would you do for your loved one? All I want is someone with the power and knowledge, to help me. I have been rejected because I don’t meet criteria…how sick do I have to get to meet “criteria”?

Recently, a local charity has offered me and my family support by trying to help bring about awareness to my story in hopes it will save my life before it is too late. I am fighting so hard to survive, and even though my voice is silent, I AM SCREAMING ON THE INSIDE TO BE HEARD! PLEASE help me! So many people have told me they love me and they can show this by contacting everyone they know about me so my voice can be heard. There is strength in numbers. Something as simple as taking a few minutes to send a message to all the people in your mailbox could make a big difference.

I am also writing big newspapers. I am asking that all newspapers come together for one day to do something that is completely unprecedented; publish the same letter across the country so that all may hear my plea, on the same day, January 2nd; a fresh start to the new year.
It may only take a few minutes, but sharing my letter with someone, a simple random act of kindness, may very well save my life. Please prayerfully hope that I can celebrate another birthday… another Christmas…the day I prayed I would get to graduate from high school.
But even more- a miracle to share in God's glory.

I am respectfully and passionately asking people who have the power to move- to move for me. I am asking those who have the ability to scream, scream for me. I am asking those who have the capacity to talk, to be my voice.

Everybody tells me to, “keep fighting Alex”, so I do. I fight relentlessly…each hour of every day.
Now, I am asking people to fight WITH me and FOR me.

I don’t know why doctors won’t help me…will you?

Last summer, my family began “Alex’s Army”. Will you join Alex’s Army and help me by contacting my email at: alexsarmy@hotmail.com with suggestions and your ideas on how you can help me? Hopefully, and prayerfully, I can find someone who will be willing to help me.
Those who pray, please pray for me as my faith in God has helped sustain me in this battle.

Thank you and God Bless,
Alex Hermstad
www.caringbridge.org/visit/angelsforalex
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lq6qotHIiCM

TWO!!

Happy Birthday, ladies!

Mom and daughter, born the same day a couple (!!) of decades apart.

Hanging out with Seabiscuit, modeling a cozy birthday outfit.

Personal hygiene is very important, Dora.

Comb harmonica?

Check out the super cute sock monkey slippers, man.

Helen and I had a great birthday! I'm so happy we get to share the day and I hope as she gets older, she'll dig this connection between us as much as I do.

Thanksgiving 2008

My dear friend, Matt, holding my girl.


My dear friend, Dan, me, and Matt mugging with H - borrowing Matt's glasses, striking her thinking pose.



Brianna, snack time supervisor!





Zach, the baby whisperer!

Check out the smiles on those two, Brianna and Zach. Helen and I can only hope that after years of exposure, the "Pokorny Photo Op Smile" rubs off on us.

Cleaning up after a long day of playing at Grandpa's.

Once again, we packed it in over Thanksgiving. Wednesday and Thursday were spent with good friends and the rest of the weekend was spent in Iowa with family. The car trip went better then it has, thankfully. We finally caved and got a DVD player for the headrest. I felt pretty guilty when I snuck a look over my shoulder and found Helen completely transfixed. She hardly made a peep for TWO hours. On the one hand, it was a beautiful thing no words can describe. On the other, it was a little disturbing to see her so absorbed. For two hours of no screaming in the car, I'm fairly certain I can get over it. Helen had a lot of fun with our friends and got tons of attention from her family. I've made a note-to-self about how awesome that is so the very next time I'm dragging my feet over driving to Iowa, I'll remember. Both Stewart and I grew up with extended families around us and we wouldn't trade that for anything. Our families live in Iowa. If we want Helen to feel the love, we've got to haul her little bum down there - she can't drive herself.

Weather permitting...we'll be back for Christmas!

"Turtle" is my favorite

It's like someone flipped a switch. One day, Helen was jargoning away but not saying much in the way of recognizable words. The next, she's trying to say what we say. In the past couple of days, she's added "purple", "sticky" (syrup) and "crazy" to her column of words even a stranger would recognize. These are her first words - not "milk" but "crazy". She hangs with me all day, after all. She uses sign language for most common words. If you've got a little one and are considering sign language, I gotta tell you it's pretty amazing. We started with the usuals like "more", "drink", "eat", and "all done" when we first came home. Since then, Helen knows and uses tons of signs for colors, household objects, and activities. Even better than that, she can convey most of her wants/needs through signing which helps with frustration - phew.

The other switch that's flipped is the one labeled "Helen wants to do it herself/Helen doesn't want to do it because you want her to do it". She wants to read books herself, she wants to shut the baby gates herself, she wants to put her socks on herself, she won't put on her coat, she won't sit in her car seat, she won't sit in a shopping cart, etc. This amazing time, with her figuring out how to do so many things and how to influence her environment, is so wonderful to witness and also completely aggravating. I'm learning so much about patience, allowing for transitions, and striking an appropriate balance between process and goals. There's nothing like a toddler for shining the brightest light possible on your short-comings. Helen teaches me a lesson about myself every day and for that, I am thankful.

Halloween 2008 - the best we could do

Capturing the moment...Helen in her lion costume, Halloween 2008

If we'd known better, we wouldn't have picked a costume that has to go over the head for a first-time costume wearer. Live and learn, first-time parents.

"Someone, anyone...help me get this thing OFF."

"Seriously. I want this off."

Fall images

Showing H how to hold the oats in her hand for the goat to nibble.

That's corn, folks!

After all that, washing up is a must.

Averie helping Helen with her shoe.

It's so hard to choose.

This one feels right.

Aliyah, Mary Ellen, Helen, Averie and pumpkins as far as the eye could see.

Close up of our girls - home one year with big sis, Aliyah.

Someone conveniently rolled all the good pumpkins to the side of the patch - nice!



Riding along with some of our choices.

Only interested in sitting NEAR the leaves, not so much jumping in them.


Not much of a tummy there, lady.

Hauling her pumpkin up the steps to sit it next to Dad's and Mom's.



Helen wouldn't put her coat on but she allowed these two layers - go figure.

For the record, that's a scratch, not a pick...THIS time.

Putting away the garden hose for the colder weather.