Get ready for some cheese...

I am just absolutely head-over-heels in love with Froggy. This age (three and a half) is the most hilarious, loving, joyful age. She's also challenging, but in a different way. Something has shifted. That crazy, out-of-control, toddler stage has been hijacked by an inquisitive, funny, super affectionate little person. For all those moments I say, "Froggy you're driving me bonkers!" there are a hundred more times when I look at our girl in amazement and think, "Whatever did we do to deserve you?"

On our walks with Buddy, she asks, "Do chickens have two legs?," and "What do crows eat?," and "Where is the sunset?" and "What do tree roots eat?"

Her imagination is delightful. I love listening to her conversations with dolls, farm animals, and beany bears. She's content for hours now playing with her little friends, pretending to "do surgery" on Buddy, with her little doctor kit, (he HATES it by the way).

FD and I are soaking this stage up. We are both completely smitten by the end of the terrible two's (hopefully) and this wonderful little soul emerging. I know, I know, it's obnoxious to love your kid this much. But you would too!

Froggyisms

While in the shower today, Froggy noticed a pink birthmark on my back.

Froggy: What's that mom?
FM: A birthmark, or a pink mole.
Froggy: That's disgusting.

Froggy is quite the fashionista. Yesterday she was walking around in the buff, while wearing a wool winter cap. She was dancing on the veranda in this ridiculous outfit, while I was singing a silly little song. FD came outside and Froggy said, "Daddy, close the door, I'm getting cold." Yes, that's right, close the door to the house, because she's getting cold outside.

On our walk today, Froggy pointed to a flower and said, "That's lupen." She pointed to another flower in our yard and said, "Those are baby-blue-eyes."

Froggy was hugging her polar bear during treatment today. So I asked her, "Where do polar bears live?" And she said, "Antiarcticaca." Close. Her stupid mommy had to look it up online to recall if Polar Bears live in the Arctic, or Antarctic. And in case you're also not as smart as a three year old, it's the Arctic and they like to eat baby seals. Cool.

Yesterday, Froggy asked, "Where do dogs go when they get old?" I was caught off guard and didn't know if this was a question about mortality, or what, so I just probed. "What do you mean, when they get old, Buddy is old and he still lives with us?" Froggy looked at me like I hadn't answered her question and said, "No, but where do they GO when they get old." And because I really didn't feel ready for a death question yet, I just kept repeating, "Buddy's old and he's not going anywhere." Atleast not yet. And when our 12 year old Pomeranian does "go" then I'll be more prepared for how to answer my curious girl.

At bedtime, Froggy always asks me to tell her a story. I like it when she comes up with the theme. So the other night, when she said, "tell me a story," I said, "About what?" She replied, "Tell me a story about a little mouse named Rotten Egg, because he smells like butt." And I'll leave you with that.

The Velodrome

Froggydadda is a bicyclist. Today he had a track race at the Encino velodrome. Froggy and I came to cheer him on. It was 100 degrees in the Valley (isn't it always?), but we had a great red-cheeked time. Froggy brought her tricycle and showed those racers a thing or two.

FD is still racing, but when we left he'd come in 2nd in the time trial and 3rd in the group race. I don't know the official lingo, so I'm sure when FD gets home and reads "Group race" he'll laugh. He was looking pretty cute in spandex today.

A very naughty Froggyism

This morning we made french toast and eggs. I'm not a great cook, but turns out Froggy is. It was delicioso!!!

After breakfast I gave her a milk/supplement. She was sitting on the sofa watching "Curious George," finished her milk and couldn't reach the table to place the milk on it. I'm in the kitchen doing dishes and I hear, "Mama, mama, mama help." Assuming she's on fire or a cougar just ran into our livingroom, I rush out to find the problem. There she is on the sofa reaching her milk out trying to put it on the table without getting up.

Irritated, and hands dripping with soap suds, I say, "Froggy, what is the matter?"

She replies, "I can't reach!" And at this point she's really stretching hard for dramatic affect.

"So get off your lazy bones and walk over to the table," I say. Then I finish with a very motherly expression heard by every kid since the beginning of time, "I'm not your slave, ya know!"

And Froggy being Froggy said, "Yes you are. You're my slave."

Well atleast we cleared the air. Now I know my place.

Tomorrow she's getting a breakfast bar.

CF Stuff

Thank you CF moms/dads/grandmas for your help with our long treatments. We just received a new nebulizer compressor and it's speeding up treatments considerably. Woo hoo.

As a CF mama I'm always looking for snacks/foods with super high calorie and fat content. Yesterday Froggy gobbled up a granola bar that a friend brought over. So off to the store I went looking for the granola bar with uber calories. In our non-fat obsessed world, it is really difficult finding anything snacky with fat in it, unless you go the junkfood route. So there I am standing in the cereal aisle spending fifteen minutes trying to find a granola bar that isn't low-cal. I finally found it "Quaker Chewy Granola - Fiber and Omega 3 bar" 150 calories (the other were 80 or 100)! I shouted outloud "Yes, more calories!!!" -- provoking some strange looks. So a granola bar with her supplemented milk makes for good high-cal snack! And I told her it's a candy bar, which sounds so much more exciting than "boring granola".

I'm always looking for snacks/foods that a picky toddler will eat that is high in fat/calories. So suggestions would be great!

A Very Froggy Easter

Easter Egg Hunt

Saturday morning we walked to our local park for an Easter egg hunt. Twenty other parents and toddlers were waiting eagerly with little baskets. But no park official, no bunny, no eggs ever showed up! Despite our city parks/rec site advertising an egg hunt, no one came. How pathetic is that? So all the parents had to tell their sad toddlers that the Easter Bunny was a no-show!

I exaggerate a little. The kids didn't really seem to care and were happing swinging and sliding and playing, but still.

Froggy and I walked home, looked online and found another egg hunt. This one included a petting zoo and boucy houses. Even better.

Sit still little Frog!

We have 20 more days of Froggy's LONG treatments. After that, we'll have a month off before we start again. One month on, one month off, for a year. Geez. Fortunately Froggy is actually sitting still for her treatments...kind of.

Grandma, Grandpa, hey it's Froggy.

I miss you.

Mommy needs to get on the ball and book some tickets to Iowa, don't ya think?

I have my overalls on and everything.

Anna

I'm having a hard time tonight. A little girl named Anna (with CF) just died this week - she was only eight years old. And I stupidly looked on the "In remembrance" forum of the CF website and was just horrified at how young everyone was. Seven, eight, eleven, thirteen, twenty-two. I hate this disease. When I look at the numbers, at how early kids are taken, I just can't handle it.

I look at Froggy and can't see her any other way but healthy and vibrant, running and happy. I don't want to. I can't imagine losing a child. I can't imagine what those parents go through. I never want to know. Sometimes it's just too much. I just can't stop crying for Anna's family.

Froggy's new boat

Grandpa J. built Froggy this boat.


We went sailing in San Pedro on the their 'big' sailboat too.

Froggy first tried her boat out in Aunt N's pool to see if it was sea worthy.