Sigh of relief

Well, my aunt & sister have arrived in town, so I've given my body permission to go into labor whenever. I have the carseat/stroller, we have a bed for her to sleep in, clothes for her to wear, and people to watch our kids. We're all set.
We seriously thought I might be starting labor last night, but it was just the baby poking at my cervix, nice feeling. But, we're going to be walking a lot & I'm no longer trying to "take it easy". I'm not over-doing it, but I'm also not walking on eggshells. Plus, if I go into labor while doing dishes, I think that's probably a card I could use for awhile.
Sarah's having fun with my sister, as is Emma. Jeff, unfortunately, has to work until the baby actually arrives, so he's missing out on the fun during the day, but he'll be off this weekend.
Emma has a birthday party to attend this Saturday. Hopefully the weather will cooperate. There's supposed to be a thunderstorm tonight (typical summer Michigan weather). But, it's warm, which only means one thing: humidity. Joy. I will be so glad when this baby is out & I can have my normal temperature range back.

Preggy pics

So, after much questioning by my friends as to when I was going to post some pregnant pictures of myself, we went out today to try & take some decent ones. It was really windy, but the first real nice day in about 2 weeks. It's been raining on & off for what seems like forever, but today was beautiful, if not blustery.

Here's me & my Sarah-bug. She was just too enthralled with the grass, and would barely sit still on my lap. Our friend Amanda made the girls matching shirts/onsies that say "Big Sister", "Middle Sister", and "Little Sister".

This is Emma with her new haircut. Since chopping a bunch off her hair this week, she needed it a bit evened out. We ended up taking about 2 1/2 inches off the ends.

Here are my two beauties! Sarah wouldn't keep her glasses on, and again, just wanted to play on the grass.

I think we may try again another day to go out & take a few more pictures. When it's not so windy and the ground isn't saturated with rain water.

Fun with scissors

I'm sure you're probably thinking, wait a minute, that title doesn't sound very good. You're right, there is really no fun to be had with scissors in the hands of a 6 year who has time to kill. After Emma got home from school yesterday, I told her she needed to clean her room. She went upstairs and proceeded to slowly clean her room. After Jeff got home about an hour later, I was talking to her & noticed her bangs where a little uneven. The I saw that the hair by the side of her face was, too. So, I asked her if she had cut her hair. She feigned ignorance (a favorite past time of hers lately) and said, I don't remember. I'd already not had a happy afternoon, due to issues completely unrelated, so I was not in the mood to play games. I asked her again, and told her if she wanted to still go to her friend's birthday party, she would tell me the truth. She said yes, she cut her hair. I tried very hard not to get angry, and in fact, Jeff & I just had to laugh to ourselves, because the timing could not have been more perfect, in order to help get us out of our funk. So, she can still go to her friend's party, but she's grounded from TV until this weekend.
As for her hair, it's not completely messed up, so I suppose it'll have to wait until this weekend to be fixed as well. She basically just took the top layer of her bangs & cut them about an inch or so shorter than the rest. The sides do look a little funny, so she'll be having her hair up for the rest of the week. I'd take a picture, but my digital camera battery is dead, and I think we left the charger in Detroit. So, I had to order a new one & it hasn't come in yet. I love my children, they keep my life interesting.

Emma's first party

Emma got invited to her first school age birthday party!! She's very excited about it, insisting this morning that she needed to make her friend a birthday card right now! That party is NEXT Saturday, lol. So I told her we had a little time, and that if she did it this morning, the bus might come while she was working on it, and that would interrupt her. I told her she would have plenty of time to do it this weekend.
With it being May and all, I'm really surprised this is the first party she's been invited to. I know her other little friends have had birthdays (they're on our snack calendar) but no invites. I'm not foolish enough to think that my kid should be invited to every party that occurs, but some of these kids were her friend, or so I thought. Oh well, she's going to this one, by hook or by crook! And if I go into labor, SOMEONE will take her. By that time, Judy & Tracey will be here, or I could get one of our friends who are going to watch the girls take her. She is going to this party if it kills me.
Speaking of the baby, I'm 1cm dilated, but that's nothing to get excited about. I was 1-2cm dilated for the last 3 weeks of my pregnancy with Sarah, and I had her the day after her due date. Things are still going on as usual: Sarah has therapy, Emma has school, Jeff has work, and I have housecleaning, fun fun. :)

IEP's, and other acronyms

I have so many acronyms running around in my head every day, you'd think I was trying to communicate in some abbreviated form of English. IEP, PT, OT, ST, DT, DS, ugh. It just doesn't end.
Sarah had her annual IEP today. That's basically where all her therapists get together, discuss with me how she did this year, whether or not she's met her goals that they set last year, and determine if she still qualifies for services. They also tend to throw out age ranges that describe, to what extent, her delays are. For example, her Infant Teacher (the DT in the list above) said her cognitive skills were roughly in the 12-15 month range. That's actually not that bad, but it's still such a solid number, on paper, in triplicate. That goes in her permanent record. At 2 years of age, Sarah has the cognitive abilities of a 1 year old. It's hard for me to grasp this, as I just see her as Sarah, not a number or a description. But, for all the pencil pushers in the Special Ed sector, they need these numbers in order to determine who qualifies for what services.
The good thing is that she's finally going to get Speech Therapy. I've been pushing for this for almost a year. But, was told that Early On in this area didn't offer ST until age 2. I probably could have gone through a private ST, but I don't know if it would have been covered by insurance. She, of course, still qualifies for all her services, and will receive summer services from the Infant Teacher & PT. So, next fall, she'll have 4 therapists working with her. In addition to going to playgroup once a week. We're also planning on her going to preschool (!) next January. There are a couple different classrooms she could go to, but I'm going to push for the one at CMU. They have full time ST, PT, & OT, plus students who are working on getting their degrees in these areas. It's 5 days a week, 2 1/2 hours a day. I'm sure it'll be an adjustment, not just for her :( , but it'll definitely be something to look forward to.

Don't mess with a special needs momma

Someone on one of my Ds boards got arrested this past week. Not for drugs or alcohol or shoplifting. Not for child abuse or domestic violence. She was arrested, booked, strip searched, and had to post bail to get out, over Down syndrome.
She was dining with her family at a restaurant (with the initials IHOP) and there were 3 teenagers sitting behind her. They started making imitations of mentally retarded people and generally making a$$es of themselves. Yelling things like,"I isss hungyyyyy" and pounding their fists on their chests like monkeys. One of the boys said to the other,"Your mom should have aborted you, re*%^d." The woman and her husband, who are embarrassed & angry, tried to go on with their meal, but the kids just didn't stop. She doesn't think they saw her son with Ds sitting there, so at least it wasn't a personal thing. She turned around & politely asked them to stop, that she had a son with Ds, and she thought that was the end of it. Well, then they started singing a "new" version of "The Addams Family", called "The Re*&#ded Family". The woman got up to do speak to the manager, and the boys kept right on going with the imitations & derogatory speech. Well, that was it for the woman, and she slapped one of the boys on the forehead with her open palm, knocking him out of the booth he was sitting in.
The manager put the restaurant in lockdown, like she'd threatened the whole place, and the cops were there within minutes. She was arrested and because she has a blackbelt in karate, she was treated like common criminal. Her family had to post $500 bail, after she was told she might not even be allowed to get out.
Well, after being told to contact the media (because basically what these kids did constituted hate speech) things are starting to heat up a bit. The boys ended up being 17 & 18 (she slapped the 18 yr. old), and the girl who was with them said that they were intoxicated. They were also regulars of the restaurant, and that it seems like the manager was showing preferential treatment by not stopping the harassment sooner. The whole restaurant could hear them, but no one said a thing. The 18 yr old is pressing charges, but the 17 yr old's parents were appalled at their child's behavior, sent an apology, and aren't doing anything.
So, the moral of this story, as of right now, is, don't mess with a special needs momma. I'm very fortunate not to have been put into a situation like this before. If someone says the "R" word around me, I gently try to explain why I don't like it & ask that they choose a different word. I don't advocate violence in any form but, if I were to have been put in this same scenario, I can't guarantee that I wouldn't have done the same, or worse. Nobody messes with my kids. If you do, you risk unleashing the momma bear.

Where do they pick up this stuff???

Ok, about a week & a half ago, Sarah had a huge blow out in her diaper. Actually, she then proceeded to take OFF her diaper & spread the lovliness all over her crib & self. Not fun, for either of us. Two days later, Emma started throwing up, no other symptoms, just projectile vomiting every once in awhile. Four days go by, nothing out of the ordinary. Then, BOTH of them started throwing up. Tuesday night alone, I think I changed about 4 sets of sheets. So, I kept Emma home from school the next day (to her utter distraughtness) and took them to the Pedi's. Sarah had already been scheduled for her 2 year well baby, so it was easy to just add Emma to the agenda. The pedi didn't know what was up, but suggested that they be put on the BRAT (bananas, rice, applesauce, toast) diet after 24 hours of clear liquids (jello, gatorade). That lasted all of 36 hours, due to the fact that it's hard to keep kids happy on that diet. So, on Friday, Sarah had an AWFUL diaper. Poor kid was miserable. That night, more puking, 3 times in about 30 minutes. I decided that was enough, and took her to the ER. Someone had mentioned to me, after telling them her symptoms, that she might have rotavirus. Ugh, the one thing I hadn't thought of. So, off we go (it was after midnight, so Jeff stayed home with a sleeping Emma) and after examining her, and hearing what she'd been through in the past week, the PA on call said it was most likely rotavirus. And that Emma probably had it, too, but was able to fight it off easier than Sarah. So, after getting poked in the finger for blood (which, surprisingly she didn't even flinch at), and getting x-rays taken (to make sure she hadn't punctured her bowels), and then getting an IV in her foot (cause her arm wouldn't cooperate) to get some fluids, we were finally allowed to go home (with instructions to do the BRAT diet again, only NO applesauce or bananas) at 5:30am. So, poor Sarah's been having very boring & bland foods since Saturday. No juice, no milk, only Pedialyte, which is EXPENSIVE! And pretty much nothing else but toast, bread, dry cereal, and cooked veggies. I took a chance & gave her some cut up hotdog last night, but she wasn't interested. She only wanted to dip her bun in Emma's ketchup, lol.
So, I've got 5 more weeks left of this pregnancy, if she holds out that long. My aunt & sister are coming out on the 24th of May for 3 weeks!! I'm very excited, and so is Emma. Something tells me Tracey will be sick of being an aunt by the time she leaves; Emma will probably attach herself to Tracey's hip as soon as she gets here. My sister's 20 & goes to school in San Diego at Point Loma Nazarene college. She's never seen a baby born before, so it should be interesting for her, to say the least. She may never want children after this trip, lol.

Easter at the Wilson's

If you're expecting some grandiose blog. filled with exciting tidbits, well, go read another blog. Our Easter was fun, to be sure, but nothing to write home about...wait, I guess I AM writing about it, lol.
It all started on Saturday evening, after realizing that we had no food in the house, that I trekked over to the store. We also needed some Easter Bunny supplies, but like most places on the eve of Easter, there were practically none to be had. There were no baskets, no eggs, barely any candy. Jeffrey, in his infinite wisdom, had thrown away the girls' baskets from last year just last week. :\ Thankfully we still had our cache of plastic eggs. But, what to put them in. So, after spending nearly 3 hours at the grocery store, I went to Wal-Mart after the girls were in bed. They had a fewbaskets left, so I picked a couple of really cute ones: a purple wire one with wire flowers & butterflies on it for Emma, and a plush ladybug one for Sarah. The Easter Bunny also got the girls each a book and a toy (Emma got a hula-hoop and Sarah a plush ducky).
Before going to bed, Emma had insisted that we make the Easter Bunny a plate (just like we do with Santa) of something yummy. So, we made a little serving of cut up carrots for him. And a glass of water with ice (because he'll be thirsty mom).
So, after the girls were asleep, Jeff & I had the fun job of "helping" the Easter Bunny fill up the eggs with candy, getting together their baskets, and setting everything up. The eggs were "hidden" around the house for the girls to find in the morning.
Emma was up, bright & early, at 7am. Sarah wasn't far behind. Emma found most of the eggs, but let Sarah find a few, too. After getting everyone washed & dressed, we went out to brunch. Emma had been asking us for a week to be able to fly her kite, so we decided to go to the park for a little while. We also brought her bike. After 5 minutes of flying the kite, Emma decided she was bored. So, it was off to play on the playground equipment. Apparently my huge belly belies my condition, as she was requesting that I play hide and seek with her. I told her that the only place I would be able to hide was inside the slides, and that I would most likely get stuck, so no thanks. So then it was off to ride her bike for a little while, and then home. Sarah must have been worn out because she went down for a 3 hour nap. Then we had dinner, and after watching a movie, the kids went to bed. So, all in all, it was a nice holiday. Nothing too spectacular, but hey, it was fun.

Where did the time go??

Sarah, my little bundle of joy & energy & spunk, is turning 2 next week. ACK!!! How did this happen??? Here we were, just plugging along with our life, and she goes in turns into a full blown toddler. And toddling, she is. She's WALKING!!!!! Only about 5-8 steps at a time, but it's a start. She's also standing up on her own in the middle of the room. Her favorite mode of transportation is still bear crawling, which she can do at lightning speed, but walking is coming along.

Her little personality is also coming out. She definitely knows what she wants & doesn't want. She instinctively starts fussing every time I carry her to her room, because she thinks she's being put to bed, lol. She's also starting to NOT like being carried at all. She'll put her feet up against my side and push away, making it very hard to hold her. She's still a chow hound, eating practically everything you put in front of her (although she recently told us she doesn't like cantelope or broccoli). Her reflux is starting to rear it's ugly head again, so it might be time to go back on the Prevacid. Either that or her sensativity to milk products is getting worse.
She's still in adoration with her big sister. I think it's really helped Sarah have a big sister to role-model and play with her. Pretty soon Emma will have TWO little girls who love her & follow her around, isn't she lucky??
Sarah's signing is coming along nicely. It's kinda taken a back seat to her gross motor surge lately, but she hasn't forgotten them completely. She has a speech eval coming up, so I'm really hoping she now qualifies for services. I know, especially with our experience with Emma, that speech can be such a fickle thing. I really truly blame Emma's numerous ear infections when she was younger for her speech issues. And I know Sarah has the propensity for speech issues, as well, with having Down syndrome. And even if she is in speech until she's 18, it won't matter to me, but I want to give her the best shot I can at being able to speak clearly.

I'm not cranky, I'm teething

This is probably what Sarah would have told us this week, as she went 3 days in a row with little to no nap, and 3 nights in a row of not falling asleep until 10:30pm or later, and then being up, bright-eyed & bushy-tailed at 7am. This is what she would have told us, if she could articulate those words. But, instead, it came out, "I'm crying, and I don't know why, I won't sleep, I refuse to be still, and I'm generally not a happy camper. " And, she had every right to be cranky. This kid got 3 of her 4 two-year molars this week. Ouch. No wonder she's been a crab apple. But, she seems to be doing better this weekend, although she did go until about 11 pm last night before finally falling asleep (but I think part of that had to do with having a nasty diaper). Here we were, stars in our eyes, thinking that for her birthday (in a week and half), we'd make the big-girl jump to a toddler bed. I still want to try it, and see how it goes, but I'm thinking in the back of my mind that she's still going to be in her crib when the baby comes. I don't want to push her into something she's not ready for, but at the same time, I really don't want to buy a $200 crib so that each kid can have their own. The new baby will be in the bassinette for a few months, and that might buy us some time, but I worry that Sarah will regress a little bit and might fight us on the change. We shall see. I figured we could give it a try before the baby comes & if it works, great. If not, then at least it's there for when she IS ready. Emma didn't switch to a twin bed until she was over 3, but that's mostly because I was lazy & didn't push it. I KNOW Sarah's too small for the extra twin bed we have. But a toddler bed uses a crib mattress, and is only about 5-7 inches off the ground. So, in case (or WHEN) she falls out, it won't be a terrible fall. I can just imagine though, with this kid being a night owl lately & waking up at 7am on the dot every morning, that we will need to either keep her door closed, or put a baby gate up. Otherwise, she'll be in the kitchen, getting into the trash & the bathtub, all the while we're sleeping downstairs. Or, she'll go into Emma's room & wake her up. Well...considering that's what Emma does to US the on weekends, maybe it's not a terrible thing for her to experience it a bit, lol.

Another Mania

Ok, so I'm a 28 year old SAHM who loves Harry Potter. I also play video games, as in, "I'm the one online til midnight playing World of Warcraft with my husband cause we just gotta kill Rag in MC" type of gamer. Now there's another game out to take away any semblence of an outside life I had. Add "Kingdom Hearts" to my list of mania's. "Kingdom Hearts 2" just came out last week, and while we haven't been playing non-stop, it pretty much took up our Saturday & Sunday. We've been playing as a family, because it's got Disney characters in it, which Emma loves. We've already gone through the Beauty & the Beast world, and Mulan's world. We're halfway through the Hercules world. We let her play when the bad guys are easy, which makes her feel a part of it. And, she's surprisingly very good. Well I guess I shouldn't say "surprisingly", the kid's been playing video games since she was 3. But, even I find it hard to manipulate the PS2 controller every once in awhile and she's pretty good at it.
Don't worry, we don't just let her play "fun" games, we also make sure she plays some education games as well. The problem is, she goes through these in about an hour. We bought 2 (a math one & reading one) before K started. She's been through those at least once every two weeks since the beginning of school. I think I need to find something a bit more challenging. We may need to get her a bigger place to keep all her games. She's got a CD case that holds about 12 CD's and it's almost full.

Spring is here!

Though by the temperatures outside, you probably wouldn't be able to tell. It's still in the 30's here, with periodic chances of snow, but I think it's supposed to be in the 40's this weekend & more of same next week! So, we're headed in the right direction.
We have been the "sick-house" again this past week or so. After mom & Rhonda left, I was just down for the count. I could barely get off the couch. Poor Jeff had to take a day off work to take care of us. Emma was also home sick, but she had a fever & a cough. I started a cough on Friday that did not sound good. After 2 days of hacking up kittens, I finally went to the doctor. What do you know, flu and bronchitis. Yay. Now I knew why I felt so cruddy. I haven't had the flu in years, seriously. Bronchitis, eh I had that when I was pregnant with Sarah. Sarah was the only fortunate one this year to get a flu shot (cause I'm a bad mommy, and Emma hates shots) but thankfully it seems only Jeff caught my flu. Emma seems to be doing fine. At least now I have most of my voice back, and the kittens have been thoroughly discharged from my lungs. Now I just have a lingering cough and a runny/stuffy nose. But, most of my energy is back, which is a good thing, because the house was starting to look like a tornado had blown through.
Emma has Spring break next week, and although I wish we could do something as a family, Jeff has a training conference in Detroit next week. Bummer. I don't relish the idea of staying at home for a week with 2 bored children, but I'll try to figure out something to do.
Emma has spring pictures today. We went out last night to Wal-Mart to get her a cute new outfit. It's a little Bohemian style, but she liked it. It's a blue mid calf length skirt with little mirrors on it, with a shirt that has lots of little crocheted flowers on it. Add a necklace of mini shells and some sunglasses, and you'd think we were back in San Diego, lol.
Sarah's 2nd birthday is in a little under a month, and I have no clue what we're going to do. Since there's no Chuck E. Cheese around here, and the weather isn't nice enough to do anything outside, I guess I'll have to figure out something.

Home ownership blues

Argh, I seriously hate the process of buying a house. All I want is a small piece of drywall & flooring to call my own so I don't have to keep paying someone I don't like all that much money every month, and not be able to do anything to it. We've been renting for our WHOLE MARRIAGE, first it started with the Navy, and now it's been in Michigan for 2 1/2 years. Jeff & I will be married for 9 years in June. 9 years, that's a LONG time. And I've never been able to paint a wall or take out a nasty aluminum sink in favor of a porcelain one. I've been subject to bland colors and crappy cabinets because I've been at the mercy of a higher entity (AKA the government). So, we've been looking at houses to buy and I think we've found one. It's duplex that we're going to go in on with my mom. She's moving out here, well, because I'm her only child, and the girls are her only grandkids. And flying 2500 miles once a year to see them isn't working. Plus, as much as I'm sure you're saying to yourself, why would you want your mother (or in Jeff's case, MIL) living right next door. Because I've never had that with the kids. Going to see Grammy has always been a long, tiring ordeal (to see ANYONE in our family), but now all Emma has to do to see her is walk next door.

On another front, there is a nasty bug running through our house. My mom & aunt were here for a few days (house stuff) and they, along with Jeff & Sarah, did not have a good Saturday/Sunday. Emma had something up with her on Friday, but she was over it by the time it hit everyone the next day. Jeff blamed it on bad McDonald's, but Emma & I were ok. Jeff stayed home from work yesterday, and still felt crappy when he left for work this morning, after Sarah had puked after she woke up. Joy. Mom & Aunt Rhonda were ok (I think) by the time they left for home yesterday. They just had to deal with their plane getting re-routed to Detroit instead of Chicago and apparently being on the puddle-jumper plane from he*&. She called me & said they were being sent to LAX and then to Sacramento, but they didn't have a confirmed ticket, it was handwritten & given to them in Detroit...not exactly the best scenario. I haven't heard from her this morning, so, to be honest, I don't know if they got home last night or not, lol.

I had my Gestational diabetes test yesterday, the one where you drink that orange soda with almost no carbonation & then wait an hour to get your blood drawn. I was already shaky to begin with, then you throw a buttload of sugar on top of that...not fun. I don't think I have GD, but I know something's up. I get weak first thing in the morning, even if I eat, and it lasts all day, regardless of what I do. My blood pressure's a little low (think it was 102/52) but no one's saying that's a problem. When I'm not pregnant I have mild hypoglycemia, and this is how I'm feeling, like I haven't eaten, when I have. Oh the joys of pregnancy.

I love Harry Potter

No, this is not a love letter to a fictional character. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire came out on DVD yesterday, and Jeff went out and got it for me. I love my husband. He indulges my fanaticism with HP, like when I wentout at midnight last summer to buy book 6. I'm sure he'll be glad when all this nonsense is over, but alas, we're only on the 4th movie, so he has a ways to go.
Anyways, the movie is awesome. It's so hard to continue to stay true to the books, and this movie does sway a bit from it, but the heart of it all is still there.
I read somewhere that they've started filming the 5th movie already. I can't wait. This was the book I struggled with most. Ask Jeff, through the whole book, I kept saying, "Why am I reading this, I don't like how this is going, it isn't fair, blah, blah, blah." The attitude towards harry irked me the whole time I was reading it. Don't even get me started on Umbridge. But, as sado-masochistic as this sounds, I can't wait to see it on film. I really am hoping they can capture the squirmy-worminess I felt while reading it. There are quite a few other characters that I'm anxious to see portrayed in real life. Tonks, for one, should be interesting, as well as Kreecher, the Black family's muggle-hating house-elf. And when book 7 inevitably comes out, you'll once again find me at Meijer, at midnight, in a line of about 350 people.

Daddy-Daughter Date Night

At the end of January, our small town holds a 3 day Daddy-daughter date night. Jeff & Emma were able to go this year, and they had a blast! Here they are getting ready to leave for their "big date", lol.

Bath time!!

Well, after a small stint with hating the bathtub, Sarah's back to her normal self. She loves playing with the water coming out of the faucet, and sneaking a drink when she can.

Ice storm 2006

This is the weather that welcomed the girls & I home to Michigan. As much as I wanted to extend my trip out there, I'm SO glad I didn't have to travel in this.

It's been awhile...

How many times have I said that while writing this blog?? Too many. But, I seriously have a valid excuse. The girls & I flew to California at the beginning of February to be with my mom, who was having surgery. We we there for a week, and it was kinda hectic. The girls were able to get some quality time with Grammy, Nana, & Papa, along with seeing their cousin Ariel for the first time in over a year. The girls all got their pictures taken together, so I'll post that when I get my package from my mother-in-law.
Ever since we got back, it's been school/skating/therapy/housecleaning/trying to relax. Thus, the no posts. And unfortunately things aren't going to be slowing down anytime soon. We're in the process of buying a house, we've been pre-approved, we just need to make sure all our ducks are in a row, and all that jazz. It's a duplex, and my mom is buying the other side, so we also need to wait for her to get her house together & sold. I don't relish the idea of moving before the baby's born, but then again, I'd rather do it now, than right after. Either way, I'm not going to be able to do much in the way of helping, except maybe packing up a bit & unpacking a bit.
But, my mom & Aunt Rhonda are coming to visit & look at the house for a few days, so that will be nice. Hopefully the weather will hold up. I think even Emma's getting tired of winter. We ALL got spoiled by the nice weather in CA while we were there. No heavy coats, no gloves, no frozen pink noses & ears. Spring, hurry up!!!

Last one I promise

This one I just thought was too funny. Her little hand is up by her forehead, she's already pulling a Scarlet O'Hara!!

Another U/S pic

This is a 3D pic that they took. It's the baby's hands right up in her face!!