Thursday 26 December 2013

Rowdy Rowdy Eleanor Goudie


I started this post this morning and it was titled "Simply Having a Wonderful Christmastime" and was basically just photos from the past month. I didn't get a chance to finish it because Eleanor woke from her nap a little off and we have spent the last 5 hours watching her like hawks. The last four days have been very busy. We stretched our girls pretty far and had them out late and going all day. Penelope was pretty obvious when she got fed up. She would cry and cling tightly to me or Kris and not make eye contact with any admirers. Eleanor, however, was the centre of attention. She was bossing everyone around ("more Jingle Bell Rock?") and was the life of every party. She loves the spotlight and turns into a little Energizer bunny. She just keeps going and going and going and going...
Bossing her beloved Jack
But it seems that today she really hit the wall. She woke up groggy and played a little bit, but then was content snuggling and watching Winnie the Pooh. She nearly sat through the entire thing, which is unheard of for her. Kris made her favourite yummy dinner (yummy chicken - everything is yummy at the moment) and she wouldn't touch it. Her temperature was high, but not quite a fever. We gave her some Tylenol and another dose of cortef and waited an hour. Nothing changed, so we gave her another dose of cortef. That seemed to do the trick and about an hour later she started eating and drinking again. Her temperature came back down to normal and she perked back up. Kris and I had a moment of "what the fuck?" because seriously? Too much Christmas sends this kid into adrenal crisis? She has had an incredible year and has been in such good health, I feel totally overwhelmed when something like this happens. I hope when she wakes up tomorrow she is back to her regular self. We are cancelling the rest of our holiday parties, though! Girlfriend likes to pretend she can keep up with the big boys, and she is such a good little actress I thought she could.

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I've spent a good deal of time over the holidays thinking about the ghosts of Christmases past. We have had four with Eleanor, FOUR. That feels like so many for such a tiny girl. The first she was only two weeks old, and I spent most of it lying on the hide-a-bed in the tv/playroom at my parents house, watching episode after episode of Mad Men and nursing Eleanor. It was pretty awesome. The second was awful. We were discharged from Children's with the intent of having a quiet Christmas and instead ended up in the PICU at Vic General and watched a young man die. We got out just in time to celebrate, but ended up back in the hospital on Christmas Eve when she pulled her NG tube out. Last year everything was good, but we had no family around, so it felt a little lonely. This is the first Christmas she has been healthy and I guess I got a little carried away with how much she could handle. It doesn't help that this holiday season came right on the tail end of a very busy month of hospital visits.

Anyway, here are some of the lovely photos of our very special Christmas - our first with Penelope!
Who eats, and eats, and eats...



The carousel at Butchart Gardens



 The Festival of Trees at the Empress


Gingerbread!


Playing til the breaka breaka dawn at our old friend's Christmas Eve party (well, til 9:30 but it might as well have been the break of dawn)

 Oh, speaking of... this was the sunrise on Christmas morning. You can almost hear the angels singing :-)


These dolls will be the death of me...




Happy Holidays!

Thursday 5 December 2013

All snow and all play make Eleanor something something

Go crazy?

Don't mind if I do!!!!

Like with hippies, you should never go with a toddler to a second location. Stuff gets weird. Running around in the snow after play group with the cute German boy? Fun! Continuing the fun at the beach with the dog? Disaster!



We go NOW!

Kris showed his Russian hairdresser some photos of the girls and she quickly quipped "That one (Eleanor) Irish. That one (Penelope) Baltic." It's true that Penny looks more like Kris and Eleanor looks more like me, but I have never seen it more clearly than when it starts to snow. 
Have you ever seen anyone so peaceful? Tiny girlfriend was made for snow. She was absolutely serene today. Eleanor stayed true to her mad Irish ways and only settled down from complete hysterics when we came home and had hot chocolate. 


(Emphatically signing "good")

Oh lord. Never a dull moment with that girl!

Wednesday 4 December 2013

Christmas Pondering...

Christmas is in full swing at the Goudie house. Christmas tunes blast all day long with singalongs and impromptu dance parties. I feel deeply connected to all the songs written during WW2 that are rife with longing and hope. I still bawl my eyes out every time I hear Judy Garland sing "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas". Her voice is heartbreaking and I turn into a hot mess when she sings,

"Through the years we all will be together
If the fates allow
Until then we'll have to muddle through somehow..."

The war is over and yet the sadness lingers. I wonder if all war vets (whatever their war may be) feel the same way?

Edited to add:
I feel oddly cheated when the lyric is "Hang a shining star upon the highest bough" because we have never put a star or angel or anything at the top of our tree. We can never find the *perfect* tree topper, so we leave it alone. And I think it discredits all those who have "muddled".