My Girls

It wasn't very nice of me to post for the first time in a month and not include a single picture.

So here are a few! My girls are getting so big...

Abigail's trying to help Anne grab onto the little bug.

So happy to see DaddyAbigail almost always joins Anne for "tummy time"--at least for a few minutes. I have about twenty pictures like this. But it's just cute every time!

A little background before you watch the video: Abigail and I (and Erik on his days off) have a little devotional each morning when we sing a few songs and read scriptures. Abigail loves it and often requests a second devotional at some point during the day. She always wants to read "just one more" chapter.

Recently we finished reading the New Testament stories. (By the way, these are abbreviated versions of the scriptures, with pictures accompanying the stories. They are published by the Church and designed to help young children transition easily to the full text. I loved reading them with my mom and later on my own when I was young. They are a wonderful resource to have when your kids are young. You can order them online here.)

Not surprisingly, we've started hearing more New Testament language from Abigail. She really cracked us up one evening when she put on my shoes and informed us she was going to the Sea of Galilee...

"Let no one shirk"

I had an interesting conversation with Abigail at dinner tonight.

She wanted to sing a song from our hymnbook called "Put Your Shoulder to the Wheel." The message of the song is essentially that there's plenty of work to do in the world and in the Lord's Church, and we should all be a part of it. Abigail enjoys the hymn mainly because it contains the word "shirk" in the chorus, which she thinks is a very funny word for some reason. It sends her into a fit of giggles every time she hears it.

So tonight at dinner she requested that we sing it. So we sang the chorus several times. It is as follows:

Put your shoulder to the wheel; push along!
Do your duty with a heart full of song.
We all have work; let no one shirk.
Put your shoulder to the wheel.

At one point, I paused the song to ask, "Abigail, do you know what 'duty' means?"

She shook her head.

"Our duty is our job--the things we're supposed to do. Heavenly Father has given all of us a special duty. My duty is to take good care of my sweet girls and Daddy. Daddy's duty is to--"

"--love us!" she interjected.

"Yes...and to work hard so he can help take care of our family. What do you think your duty is?"

She named several things--pick up her toys, obey mommy and daddy, be a good big sister--which were accurate, even if not always perfectly observed...

I then explained what it means to "shirk" one's duty. Abigail apparently didn't follow my logic (I sometimes forget that three-year-olds can't always follow adult logic...because most of the time she seems so capable of reasoning!) because she kept asking what shirk means. So I tried to give a more concrete example.

"If I said one day, 'I don't want to fix dinner for my family tonight. I don't want to take care of Abigail. I don't want to feed baby Anne'--that would be shirking my duty. And my family and Heavenly Father would be very sad."

Abigail was listening intently as I spoke. When I finished, she said, "Mommy, if you do that and forget your duty, I will remind you!"

I nodded solemnly. "Please do."

She raised her eyebrows. "And will you obey me?"

Happy birthday, Abigail!

We celebrated Abigail's birthday last Friday, March 19th. We can hardly believe our little girl is three years old! We started off the special day with a trip to the doctor's office--how exciting! Our little preemie weighed in at over 11 lbs (!!), and Abigail let everyone know she was a big, independent 3-year-old by wearing two left shoes and politely responding with "no" to every request or question from the nurse. We're right on target!

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.

Snow!

I know, I know. Five posts in one weekend is probably overkill. But it's feast or famine with this blog!

We had snow this weekend! And since this was Erik's week off, he and Abigail got to enjoy it together. Sadly, I was too comfortable inside in my pajamas to come out and take a picture of them both.

Right outside our condoAbigail kept calling the snow "sand." Maybe the beach toys were confusing her.

Can't play in the snow without getting a runny nose!

Is she testing the snow or licking the runny nose?? Hmm...

Christmas!

We're going backwards! Here are some pictures from Christmas...

Helping Daddy decorate the tree The Christmas countdown chain Abigail and I made
One of Abigail's favorite toys is a "Little People" Christmas Nativity set, which she plays with all year long. She loves to reenact the story of Jesus's birth--starting with the angel's announcement to Mary: "Don't be afraid, Mary. God has chosen you!" (It really cracks me up to hear my two-year-old say this!) But her favorite part of the whole thing is crowding all the people and animals around the manger to look at baby Jesus. ("Come see the newborn King! Everyone can come!") This is the part she always drags Erik and/or me over to see. So precious!

Christmas morning at our house, opening a present from Grandma Weiler, who knows the perfect gift for a two-year-old...

Oh, someday I'm going to miss this wonderful age when breakfast cereal is no longer the most exciting Christmas present ever...

Later on that afternoon at Grandma Heiss's house: Here are Erik's dad and younger brother, Ben--one in his Christmas pajamas because he got to sleep in and the other in his hospital scrubs because he did not get to sleep in!

Making a cool bead necklace with Grandma Heiss, definitely a big hit. She wore it around her neck till she went to bed that night.

Waiting patiently for her next turn...

We all enjoyed watching Abigail open her presents. It was the same reaction every time: the jaw would drop as she started to unwrap the gift, we would all ask in unison "What is it?!" Then, still wearing her this-is-the-best-present-any-kid-could-dream-for expression, she would say, "I don't know!"
A cookie set!
Looking through Great-grandma Bankhead's new "brag book" from all the grandkids!
Wonderful Aunt Gayle taking care of Anne

We even witnessed a Christmas miracle: they all played with their own presents!

Except for Uncle Dave. He played with Emmy's.

Great-grandma and grandpa Heiss came down from Michigan to celebrate too.

Here's Abigail trying out the gift Santa brought for Mommy and Daddy!

The sweetest gift of all

Somehow I don't have any pictures to show for the time we spent with my side of the family! (probably because I'm always too caught up enjoying the company and conversation that I never think of getting the camera out of the diaper bag...) Guess I'll have to "borrow" some from one of my more responsible siblings and post them later!

"We a whole family!"

We're just so happy to have our little Anne with us. After four weeks of hearing about but never getting to see her little sister, Abigail is quite protective of her "baby Anne." When Erik had to take her (Anne) to the hospital this week for a hip ultrasound (routine for breech babies--the results came back normal), Abigail became quite distraught, sobbing "Don't take baby sister to the hospital!" until we distracted her by offering to take her across the street to cousin Clark's house to play. She was very glad to discover, upon her return, that Daddy and baby Anne were safely home.

Our little Anne has definitely put on some baby fat over the last three weeks she's been home. Mommy's milk is the best!

Come on, Anne--don't be shy! Baby fat's a good thing!

During Anne's time in the hospital, Abigail would often remark during mealtimes, with a sad face, that "we were not a whole family." Now whenever we're all sitting together on the couch or kneeling down for family prayer, she takes the opportunity to point out, with that heart-melting two-year-old smile of hers, "We a whole family!"

Yes, we are.

Happy New Year!

Here's our 2009 family newsletter, which I've finally gotten around to writing.

Dear family and friends,

Happy New Year!

This past year was an exciting one for our family! This summer we were delighted to discover that baby girl #2 was on the way! Her expected arrival was in early January, so we told Abigail for several months that baby sister was coming around Christmas time. As it turned out, baby sister couldn't wait that long!

Anne Marie Heiss took us all by surprise on November 16th, when she decided to join our family seven weeks before her due date. She weighed 4 lbs. 3 oz. but measured the same--18 inches--as Abigail did at 39 weeks. She was a little jaundice, and her lungs needed some help opening up, but other than that, we were blessed with a strong, healthy little girl. Her lungs matured quickly, and she made steady progress in the NICU over the next four weeks. It was a challenging time for our family, but we had much to be thankful for, especially to have the love and support of both our families here in Atlanta. The prayers and faith of friends and family sustained us, and we were delighted to have Anne home with us for Christmas and to introduce her (finally!) to her big sister.

"Big sister" is thrilled with her new role in the family and loves to hold baby Anne whenever Mommy lets her (and sometimes when she's not looking). Abigail has astonished us this year by how much she has learned and grown. Sometimes--like when she's throwing a tantrum on the floor or flatly refusing to get out of the car/into her bed/away from the candy at the checkout line or insisting that candy cane-striped pants and a hot pink cupcake shirt do match--we are reminded that she's only two years old. At other times--like when she's giving us the nutritional breakdown of the food we are eating at breakfast ("Do you know that milk has lots of calcium in it? That gives us strong bones!") or naming the birthday months of all her extended family members or translating Spanish to English--we wonder how we're ever going to keep up with her. We have also observed that Abigail is very musically inclined. She loves to learn new songs, and not only does she memorize lyrics quickly, she stays remarkably in tune! She has shown us over and over again that she can learn just about anything if we make up a song about it. She entertains herself (and anyone within earshot) all day long with her sweet singing and creative play. This has been a great blessing to her mother as she is learning to juggle new responsibilities and demands on her time! Abigail's sweet laughter and smiles and unrestrained affection, her energy and enthusiasm for learning and exploring, and her eagerness to please are constant reminders to us of why the Savior has admonished us all to become like little children.

This was definitely a red-letter year for Erik, starting with "Match Day" in mid-March where we learned that he would be doing his 3-year pediatric residency here at Emory! It was a difficult decision at the time, but we felt good about ranking Emory first, and we've been counting our blessings ever since! Erik graduated from Emory with his MD and master's in public health in May. His father, also a physician here in Atlanta, donned his own cap and gown for the event and got to "hood" Erik in the special medical class ceremony. It was an exciting milestone for the whole family, and we're very proud of him! Since starting residency in July, Erik has been working very hard (a gross understatement). Fortunately, he is enjoying it! He has already set himself apart by his charming personality, his limitless intellectual capacity, and by being the only resident at Emory who eats homemade wheat bread sandwiches for lunch every day. When he's not saving lives at the hospital or roughhousing with his favorite two-year-old or sleeping soundly in his bed, he can usually be found in some cozy corner of the house listening to L'Anita read Harry Potter. (She finally got him hooked!)

As wife, mother and Chief Financial Officer, L'Anita has stayed busy this year trying to keep up with the needs of her growing family while also juggling online classes and an in-home day care and running marathons in her spare time. Ok, not exactly. She did take on a full-time babysitting job for a month in the spring to help a friend, though (giving her a little taste of what life would be like juggling two!). And she did run a total of 120 miles--most of them during pregnancy!--to complete her jogging course. She continues to work toward her undergrad degree by taking classes through BYU Independent Study. L'Anita has made considerable progress in her Spanish while our family has attended a Spanish-speaking congregation for the last 18 months. Serving in the nursery, she spent a good part of each Sunday teaching young children. She learned a great deal herself about love and patience and is quite proficient in Spanish primary songs.

We love you all and wish you a happy 2010!

~The Heiss family

Erik, L'Anita, Abigail and Anne