A New Chapter

Teddy is here! Theadora Joy Olsen was born at 9:44 am on February 7th, 2010. She weighed 8 pounds, three ounces, and was 21 inches long. Technically she's a preemie as she was three weeks and one day early, and anything earlier than three weeks is premature. But it was only one day, whereas Ru was 6 weeks early. What a difference those three weeks make! Teddy is fine and healthy and didn't need any assistance breathing, swallowing, etc. It appears she'll be able to nurse just fine, and we were all able to stay together in our room in the Newberg hospital. Except Ru of course, she went and stayed with Grandma Judy for the three days we were in the hospital.

Of course, this means there are now FOUR cheery Os in our family, so the title of this blog, Three Cheery Os, is now out of date. So I have decided to close this chapter and this blog, and begin a new one with the more appropriate title. If you're a follower here, you may want to jump on over to http://fourcheeryos.blogspot.com/ and begin following that one. If you generally get this because I email it to you, don't worry, I'll send posts from the new blog as well. Cya there!

Toys!

Daddy was playing with Ruthie in her room, and she climbed into the (usually empty) toy box and decided she wanted ALL of her stuffed animals in there with her.

She loves her stuffed animals, and spends much of the day either hugging or carrying around an animal or two, or caring for her many baby dolls. She's gonna make a great big sister soon! Look at how grown up she is looking these days!

Of course, she paused to hug several of them, and you can see how she ended up covered in animals in this pic:
Here's another hugging pic if you need some help figuring out where the girl is in the pic above. :)
While I'm posting, another fun story demonstrating what a great kid she is growing up to be...

Brian hurt his back last week, and has been trying to get it better for days. One thing that tends to help is if he lies on the floor with his feet up on a chair. He was doing that in Ruthie's room when she was having a rather fussy night (she's sick, he's broken, and I'm 36 weeks preggers. We are quite the pathetic family right now...) and did NOT like Daddy doing that. "Daddy up! Daddy up!" she fussed at him from my lap where I was trying to comfort her and explain that Daddy's back was hurt. She finally understood that he had an ouchy. Of course, the only time she's had an ouchy back was when her excema got so bad.

So her little toddler brain lined up with her big toddler heart, and she slid off my lap to help her Daddy. "Lotion!" she said, and grabbed her lotion off daddy's desk. She took it in to him and put it on his chest, gave him a pat pat on the tummy and said "all better!" Then she came back to me looking quite satisfied with herself. It was the sweetest thing, that's my girl!