Just checking in.  Things are holding steady.  Rachel has been sick.  She started with a runny nose, then it got yellow, then it got a little bloody (which I think was my fault for using the bulb syringe).  Then it got clear, then it got yellow-green infectiony.  Then she got a fever.  We had already been to the doc due to the traces of blood, so I called back and got some a/b's.  Then fever is gone and she's fine.  Then rash shows up and yellow snot again.  Oh and there is a tooth popping up.  I thought it was through, but today it doesn't seem  to be the case.  The poor little girl!  Cold, sinus infection, better, roseola???, better, cold.  With a good dose of teething thrown in to make her thoroughly miserable.  Honestly though, she hasn't been that bad.  She's been napping a little longer but relatively happy when she's up.  And (knock on wood)  has been sleeping through the night still for the most part.  No one would blame her for waking up and wanting some comfort, but she's not.

Spencer's doing great.  He's using his words to ask for things.  He's got cookie down.  And uh-oh, which is freaking adorable.  He said outside yesterday to ask to go outside.  He said blow bubbles when he saw the container of bubbles tonight.  Oh crap, I left that sitting on the steps on the deck.  I'm sure that Danger knocked it over.  Better go check...  Nope, still just sitting there.  Coolness.  

When I went up to check the bubbles, I also checked on Rachel.  She needed a diaper change, so I did and put her back to bed.  She cried a bit (which is normal and expected) and was quiet within a minute.  So I come back downstairs and type one line when I hear *that* cry.  The one that sends me sprinting up the stairs.  She had her arm through the railing and though it wasn't too stuck, I think it probably fell asleep and when she moved it, it started tingling as the blood flowed back in.  How terrifying that must have been for her.  She calmed down and began to doze on my shoulder so I checked to make sure she had full range of motion and put her back down.  She didn't cry this time.  Poor little thing.  How can I ever keep her and Spencer safe from the evils of the world???  I just want to build a huge fence around our property and lock us all in forever.