Our big girl

We took Mari in for her 18 month check up this week and found out that she growing. She is now 15 pounds 3 oz. and 25 3/4 in. long. That is 11 oz. more than her last appointment and a 1/2 inch longer than what she was. I know that this may not seem like much, but where she wasn't growing very much, or at all, for over 6 months this is great news.
She is a great little girl. She may not be very big, but she holds her own. She is getting some major sass in her old age. She cracks us up every day and is starting to tease us. We are so glad that she is part of our family that she starting to grow a little more, even if it is an inch every couple of months.

Our first trip to the ER

Last night we had quite the little adventure. We were on our way out to go to dinner with Alan's dad. I was trying to get ready and could hear Ryan and Mari playing in the hallway. I then heard Mari screaming. Both Alan and I ran to see what was going on and saw the bathroom door closed and Mari's fingers stuck in the door. I opened the door and Alan grabbed her. We both looked at her had and saw her two middle fingers were bent. Alan describes it like a cartoon character who just had his hand smashed in the piano, and then their fingers are all wavy.
Needless to say we freaked out, she is screaming, Ryan is crying. It was a little crazy.
Alan told me we needed to get her to the ER because it looked like her fingers were broken. I am the paranoid one in the relationship, so when Alan says we need to get her to the doctor I don't question it. Thank Heavens his dad was there so we could leave Ryan with him.
Mari was crying the whole way to the Hospital and her fingers started to swell. This is when I start to totally panick.
We get to the hospital and they do some x-rays. Luckily there was a happy end to the story and nothing was broken. The doctor told us that she was actually really lucky because most kids come in with all their fingernails broken off or with major lacerations. She just walked away with swollen fingers.
Needless to say we had a little talk with Ryan about needing to be a little more careful with his sister and closing doors. It was sweet to hear him talk to her about it though. I could over hear him telling her that he was sorry she got hurt and that he doesn't like squishing her fingers in doors.
It was an exciting night, but one that I think I will be ok not repeating for a long time.

We're finally doing it!!

So, after months and months of talking about doing this, I finally got my bum in gear and started our family blog. Hopefully we will be good at keeping up on it. We can't promise that it will always be entertaining, but hopefully it will help us stay in touch with people better, and that is afterall the point of doing this!