Erik was post-call on Friday and it was a gorgeous Spring day, so we packed a picnic and went to the park in the late afternoon.
It's so nice to have Daddy with us.
I took Abigail to Publix with me to get subs (with very selfish motives on my part), and she latched on to one of the little jello cups on display in front of the deli (she did not inherit a taste for jello from her mom, which is probably why she wouldn't let go of it. She never gets it at home). She inhaled the entire thing at the park, and I spent the rest of the time trying to coax her to take a bite of her sandwich. She humored me for one bite before running off to the playground. So someone else had to eat the rejected sub.... 
This little boy jumped on the swing with Abigail and ordered Erik to "make it fast! REALLY fast!" Erik started swinging them to the boy's chorus of "faster! faster!" Abigail quickly joined in. After about five seconds of going "faster" Abigail started to look a little anxious. Then suddenly she said, "I'm done" and promptly slid off right through the hole. Erik didn't have time to stop the swing, so it plowed right over her. Of course after a reassuring hug from Erik, she was off romping again.
We're starting to feel the jello now.
On Saturday morning Erik took Abigail for a long-awaited Daddy-daughter date. Erik bought her a "big girl bed" (a new crib mattress), and she got to pick out some new sheets for it.We explained the rule for the new big girl bed: if she gets out of it after we tuck her in, she has to go back to her crib. After our usual bedtime routine, we closed the door and didn't hear a peep from Abigail until we went to wake her up this morning. She was still sleeping soundly in her new bed! We were proud parents.
Tonight after snuggling into her big girl bed and reading a story together, I told Abigail how proud I was that she stayed in her bed all night. She smiled sweetly. And then said she wanted to go back to her crib.
Ah, well. Couldn't expect a perfect transition...
Two sweet girls
Erik has had an incredibly busy schedule the last two months. We were pleasantly surprised when he came home one night before I put Anne down, so they got to spend a few minutes getting reacquainted. She had learned to smile and coo while he'd been away, and he had grown a beard and mustache. (this is what happens to guys who start feeling insecure in their female-dominated work environment....Actually all the guys in the peds residency are growing facial hair this month. Something to do with March madness?)
Mmmm....I find those cheeks irresistible. I'm ordering all my babies with chubby cheeks in the future.
