Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Ward's Birth Story

Two posts within a weeks after 8 months off?!  I'm on a roll, people.  Maybe I'll make good on my "two posts this year" quota/promise to Ward, after all!

I tried to keep notes on my phone throughout the day during Ward's "Labor Day(s)," but I fell off the wagon somewhere about halfway through and this all happened a little over three weeks ago now (?!?!?!), so I'll do my best here.  Side note: if you want to skip all of the reading of the longest post in history (maybe), there's a slideshow at the bottom that sums up the day perfectly thanks to my bestie.  :-)

As with my two previous pregnancies, I experienced some pregnancy-related hypertension with Ward that came on around week 32.  It wasn't as bad as it was with Lilly, but it was worse than with Craft.  I am very fortunate (and thankful!) that my doctors did everything in their power to keep me off of bed rest - I think my exact words to them were, "I honestly don't have time for that."  Ha!  Luckily, we were able to get by with 2-3 doctor visits each week (one ultrasound, and usually some combination of weight/urine check, bloodwork and NST at each of the others).  The decision was made at 36 weeks that unless something happened in the interim, we would induce at 37 weeks (Thursday, September 10).

I should make it known here that we did have a false alarm around the 36-week mark that really got my tail in gear, because even though I felt like an induction was probably in my future, I was NOT prepared for W to arrive yet (cutting it close, I know).  Warning: I'm about to divulge some semi-graphic detail, so skip to the next paragraph now if you're my Dad or have a week stomach.  We took the kids to the pool in the evening and were drying off/eating dinner when I felt some sort of liquid pooling down there.  I stood up and there was a small gush, then sat back down and it was  a trickle again.  I repeated that action with the same result three or four times and then said to Dan, "Um, do you think I would know if my water was breaking?"  To which he replied, "How the h*ll am I supposed to know the answer to that?!"  I had been having contractions (some Braxton Hicks but a lot of real contractions as well) for a few weeks at this point, and right around this time I was having some pretty intense contractions pretty consistently.  Dan and I decided that I should call the doctor just to check.  So I called, and when he called me back I said, "So I know this is going to sound totally idiotic seeing as how this is my third pregnancy, but I am not sure if my water is breaking?  I have been induced both previous times and I have a doctor appointment first thing in the morning so really I just want to know if there is anything I should be looking out for in the mean time."  I explained everything to him and he said, let's go ahead and get you into Labor & Delivery to check things out.  I cannot even tell you how much of a panic I was in at this point.  I packed a quick bag "just in case" and to this day have literally no idea what was in it.  I spent the entire ride to the hospital in hysterics after kissing my babies goodnight (Carney was a saint and came back to help with them while we went to the hospital).  The conversation went something like this:

Dan:  Why are you so upset?
Me (wailing):  I'm not readyyyyyyyyyy!  And neither are Lilly and Craft!  
Dan:  The kids are great, they will be fine.  How could you possibly not be ready?  You have boobs and the hospital will have diapers, everything is going to be fine.
Me:  I didn't get to dry my hair!  Or put on makeup!  And I have a hair appointment tomorrow after my doctor appointment.  And a mani/pedi on Sunday with my girlfriends.  And a brow wax on Tuesday.  I'LL NEVER GET TO DO THOSE THINGS AGAIN (wailing)!
Dan:  (Eye roll and heavy sigh)

Long story short, my water had not broken (and no, I did not pee myself, as my lovely sister suggested!).  They determined that it could potentially have been a slow leak but that baby moved and his head blocked any more from coming out, better safe than sorry, and then they sent me home with instructions to go to my appointment the next morning as usual.  My doctor told me not to feel like an idiot and said she would have told me to come in as well, again better safe than sorry, and to get my hiney in gear for the real deal a week later.  Point taken.

Fast forward a week to Thursday, September 10: Labor Day!  Or so I thought.  For my two previous inductions, I was told that the hospital would call on the scheduled date with instructions, and this time was no different; however, with the prior two the hospital called between 5:00 and 6:00 am and asked that I be there by 6:30 or 7:00 am.  We were super prepared this time around - we had taken the kids out to a "last supper" at IHOP the night before, I packed a bag and actually knew what was in it, childcare had been arranged, etc.  

C loves pancakes!  

So does L, although you'd never know it based on the 3-year-old 'dude.

"The Last Supper" (or so we thought) at IHOP (barf)

As with previous inductions, I did not sleep a wink the night before because I was so excited/nervous/anxious/you name it.  My bags were packed and all I had to do was jump in the shower quickly so that we could be off.  Since I wasn't sleeping anyway, I got up around 6:30 and did a few things around the house and turned on my computer to knock out some last-minute outstanding work items.  My parents had come in late Wednesday night in anticipation of an early call, so we were all playing with the kids and getting them ready for the day.  When Carney showed up at her usual arrival time of 8:30 and my phone still hadn't rang, I decided to hop in the shower so that I could be ready to go whenever.  I left my phone with Dan downstairs with instructions to answer if it rang.  I was out of the shower and ready to go in less than 30 minutes, but still no phone call.  Carney left with the kids to take Lilly to school around 9:15, and I sat down to continue working, when my phone vibrated and I noticed I had a random message from 8:15.  Of course it was the hospital and my phone never even rang.  They left a message asking me to call back, which I did, only for them to tell me that there were no beds currently but they hoped to get me in within the next couple of hours.  At this point I was just excited to talk to someone, but I also felt like time was working against me.  My doctor's office shares several on-call days per week with another practice, so I only had until lunch time on Friday, September 11th to get this baby out if I wanted one of my doctors to deliver me (which I desperately did).  

A "couple of hours" turned into literally an entire day of waiting.  When I hadn't heard from the hospital after lunch, I called back for a status update and they told me that there were still no beds but they were hoping to get me in soon.  They called again several hours later with the same update, so I asked at what point they would tell me "it's not going to be today" because my nerves couldn't take much more.  The nurse told me that it was really up to the doctor and that they'd continue to try to get me in when they could.  I called my doctor's office around 4 pm and talked to the nurse and asked her the same question.  She spoke with the doctor on call, who said that he was still planning to get me in whenever he could, even if it was the middle of the night, and it was really up to the hospital.

The benefit to all of the waiting was that I was able to get in an almost full day of work and finish up some things that I hadn't gotten to the day before (in addition to finishing up laundry, packing kids lunches for the following school day, etc.).  The down side to waiting around literally ALL DAY was that it made me even more anxious and crabby.  By 5:00 pm my in-laws had arrived as well and Dan and I were OVER it, so we decided to let all four grandparents play with the kids and go out to dinner just the two of us (at 5:30 pm with all of the old folks, ha!).  I just knew as soon as we sat down and ordered food that I'd get a call from the hospital.  Turns out I was right, except the call was just to tell me that there still weren't any beds, they were hoping one would open up shortly, and my doctor instructed them to still try to get me in (which I already knew).  We finished up dinner and headed back home, put the kids down and waited some more.

By 9pm I had had enough and was exhausted from all of the waiting and nerves.  I called the hospital one last time, apologized for calling so much that day and said, "I just want to know if it's looking like it will be tomorrow and if I should go to bed, because I'm exhausted."  To which the nurse replied, "Hey!  I was just about to call you, why don't you go ahead and come on in."  Seriously?  I honestly thought by 9 at night they would tell me to wait until the next day.  It had been such a long day of waiting already, and I was exhausted, and the thought of starting pitocin overnight was even more exhausting.  Also, though, as annoying as the whole ordeal had been up to this point, I was thankful, too.  I got to spend some extra time with my husband, and I got to put my babies to bed on their last night as a 2-sibling family.  We grabbed our bags, I put a call into Steph to hit the road and head to Raleigh, and by 10pm we were checked in and I was having blood drawn and getting fluids.

The next couple of hours were pretty uneventful.  We answered a lot of questions, got settled in our room and waited on the doctor.  Steph arrived around midnight and the doctor wasn't too far behind her.  I was not even 1 cm dilated and was only around 50% effaced, which the doctor explained meant that pitocin would do me no good.  We instead started with a foley bulb to "ripen the cervix."  I remember getting one of these with L - essentially they help you dilate to somewhere between 3-4 cm and then with the help of the pitocin things really get moving.  The doctor decided to let things get moving, so the foley bulb was inserted around 1:00 am with a plan to start pitocin around 4am.  They gave me an ambien so I could rest for a couple of hours and Stephanie went to a friend's house to get a few hours of sleep with a plan to return around 5:30am.  I have never taken a sleeping aid before but was so thankful for that ambien-induced two hours of sleep because I was still exhausted from the lack of sleep the night before.  Around 4am things started picking up a little and my contractions were 2-3 minutes apart on my own (no pitocin yet).  At 5am the nurse came in and re-attached my monitors (which they had detached so that I could try to sleep), and at 5:30 they started my pitocin.  Pitocin was started at a level 1 and increased every 20 minutes.  Not too long after I started the pit, my contractions were consistently 1 minute apart but not too awful yet.  By 7 am the contractions had spread to 3 minutes apart but were much stronger, and at my 8:45 am check I was around 4cm dilated and 60% effaced.  Progress.

Everyone told me that your body is primed with each labor, and that with two previous labors and a SUPER quick 9-lb-5-oz labor under my belt, this one would fly.  Everyone lied, because pretty much from that 8:45 am check until early afternoon nothing happened other than very frequent and very painful contractions.  I held out on the epidural for a little while, I think until around 10am (unfortunately my notes stopped at 8:45 am HA so that is my best guess)?  I just remember that my wonderful nurse Tiffany (whom I absolutely ADORED, and y'all know that is a compliment if you remember Nurse Rachel from my two previous labors!) asked if I wanted it and I said I thought I was okay, and then after some thought decided to go ahead and get it and by the time the anesthesiologist arrived I was in tears in the fetal position and thanking God she'd gone ahead and ordered it for me.  Around the time I got the epidural, we all were thinking things would start to fly because I seemed to be moving along pretty well, which made me happy because I didn't have long if I wanted my doctor to deliver.  Wrong again.

My doctor came to check on me one last time before she was done for the day, sometime around lunch time or maybe a little after.  After her check revealed that little progress had been made, she said, "you know, he seems to be in kind of a weird position, let's lay you on your side for a while and see what happens."  They brought in this hilarious looking thing called a peanut and had me turn and lay on my left side with this thing propped between my legs for 45ish minutes and then I flipped to the right.  I have no sense of time at this point, but I do know that once I flipped to my right side things really started moving and before I knew it, it was "go time."

I will try to spare you the super gory details, but the doctor was called and there was pushing and it was SO HOT and I needed a fan, and then after about an hour of pushing, sweet Ward (finally!) made his debut.  He was so warm and snug and cozy in the womb that even when I started pushing the doctor remarked that he was still pretty far up and I had a lot of work to do (By comparison, I pushed for 45 minutes with Lilly and about 30 with Craft.  I am not complaining about an hour because that isn't a bad labor at all, but it seriously felt like 10 years!).  I didn't know the doctor (she was from the other practice) and the epidural was no longer in full effect by the time it became time to push, but when it was all said and done I had the sweetest baby boy to show for it which of course made all of the waiting so worth it.  I am so, so thankful to the wonderful care that Nurse Tiffany provided to all of us - she was seriously fantastic and I will never be able to express what a comfort she was to me and how much I valued her excellent care during my delivery.  I also can't finish this post without bragging a little on how amazing my husband is in a delivery room.  He's a great cheerleader - encouraging without being annoying - and acts a fool all the time so he keeps things light and entertaining.  He is just generally a very calming presence for me.  I couldn't imagine doing this thing called life with anyone else.

Did I forget to mention that my BFF was with me to document the whole thing?  Steph had never photographed a birth, and although I enjoyed being with just Dan in the delivery room for my first two, my biggest regret was not having any good photos of us with each of our first two babies immediately after they were born.  I figured that Ward may not get a lot of things that are "just his," so this seemed like a win for everyone.  I cannot even begin to express what a wonderful decision that turned out to be.  Not only was Steph wonderful to have in the delivery room because she is my BFF and made me feel a lot calmer (I mean really we took BFF to a whole new level with this birth, ha!), but she captured the most incredible memories of for us.  She put together the below slideshow and I have watched it countless times and have yet to get through it without crying.  I will truly cherish these memories forever and can never begin to express my gratitude to her for being with me during this special time.

Longest post ever?  Probably.  I probably could have just written, "We waited.  And waited.  And waited some more.  And then there was pitocin and an epidural and laying on my side and then there was 8 lbs 9 oz of Ward."  But that wouldn't have been nearly as fun.  :-)

Thursday, September 24, 2015

BB3.0 What?!

I can't believe the last time I blogged was February 5!  A lot has happened in the past 8ish months.  For one thing, right before Craft's first birthday we discovered that we were expecting a third little bundle of joy (Surprise!  For all involved!  Seriously.).  Sorry, Baby Boy, that I did not announce your pregnancy on the blog, but it honestly took me almost the entire 9 months of pregnancy to wrap my head around the fact that you were going to be joining our family (but boy are we glad you did, I promise!).

In an effort to make it up to the baby that I did not blog weekly or even monthly pregnancy updates (oops), here is what pregnancy with number three looked like:

4ish weeks

8ish weeks

12ish weeks



15ish weeks

19ish weeks
21ish weeks

25ish weeks
26ish weeks
30ish weeks

32ish weeks and first NST
35 weeks and all cheeks!

35 weeks
35ish weeks...HOLY BELLY!!!

36ish weeks and mama's last workout before Ward's arrival

37 weeks on the dot..."Labor Day!"

We found out in May that BB3.0 was a BOY!  Big sister Lillian really wanted a baby sister, but quickly got used to the idea that she was going to have a brother.  She dubbed him "Hootie," (pronounced Hoo-Tay).  Sorry in advance, buddy, if that one sticks...

As with my two previous pregnancies, I had some pregnancy-induced hypertension that snuck up on us around the 32-week mark (see above for a pic of the first of what felt like a million NSTs to check in on baby).  I was very lucky in that I was able to avoid bed rest, but I pretty much lived at the doctor's office with twice (sometimes three times!)-a-week visits, ultrasounds, NSTs, etc.  Baby boy was measuring ahead, per the usual, and so the decision was made to induce at 37 weeks.

More on his birth story later (hopefully), but after a long couple of days filled with a LOT of (im)patient waiting, we welcomed Edward David Baum ("Ward") to our sweet family on Friday, September 11, 2015.  Ward was born at 3:52 pm, weighing 8 lbs 9 oz and measuring 21.25 inches long.  Big Sister Lilly and Big Brother Craft were (and continue to be) so sweet and so proud, and we are all so in love.

Sweet Ward

Big sister Lillian loving on her new Baby Brother

Big Brother Craft and "My Baby," as he calls Ward

Baum Squad, Party of 5
Welcome to the world, my sweet boy.  Life as we know it is going to be a wild, crazy ride, but I promise you that it will be so much fun and filled with so much love.   I also promise to try to blog at least twice this year so you don't feel TOO left out on the Baum Squad blog.  :-)  

Ward, I am so, SO blessed that I was chosen to be your mama.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Happy First Birthday, Craft!

I can't believe a year has come and gone so quickly, little man. Just yesterday I was bringing you home from the hospital!  Happiest of days to my sweet, smart, funny, mischievous little ham.  Mama, daddy and big sister love you more than you'll ever know!

Monday, February 2, 2015

Craft: 9, 10 and 11 Months Old

I'm fairly certain that I won't be winning any "blogger of the year" awards any time soon, ha!  I cannot believe that I haven't posted since October 29.  Honestly, I am not sure where the time is going these days.  My baby girl turned 3 last Saturday and my baby boy will be 1 this week, and I am feeling pretty emotional about all of it.  I can still remember both of their births in vivid detail, and it seems like it was just yesterday that I was bringing each of them home.  GOSH I am feeling so sentimental.  I know that I am so back-logged on this poor blog.  When Craft was born, I knew I wouldn't have as much time to devote to it but I didn't realize that meant NO blogging!  My goal was to try to get through a year of monthly updates, which I have clearly failed at, but I want he and his future spouse to have something to read one day, ha!  I take solace in the fact that at least I've been keeping up with the monthly pictures (even if they are sometimes 2 weeks late, whoops).  In terms of milestones and updates, the last three months are all running together and there is no possible way I could separate them at this point, but I figured that a blog post spanning three months was better than no blog post at all.  Sit back and relax because it's gonna be a long one!

Weight/Length:  When we went to see Dr. V for Craft's 9-month appointment, he weighed close to 28 pounds (I can't put my finger on the stat sheet at the moment, which is hilarious because if I had misplaced any of Lilly's I would have had a coronary...second child problems, yes?).  I remember that he was still close to 90th percentile for weight and around 50th for height.  He looks so long and much thinner to me, though, all of a sudden.  Poor guy had his first real illness at Christmas - a double ear infection and pink eye in both eyes, ugh! - and when Dan took him to the doctor then he weighed about 24 pounds.  I guess the sickness/loss of appetite in conjunction with mobility caused the drop, but they didn't seem concerned.  I feel sure he's gained it back by now!

Little man at his 9-month appointment in November...

...and then at his first sick visit in December.  Doesn't he look pitiful?!

Sleep:  Not much change here, thankfully.  Craft goes to bed sometime between 8:00-8:30 pm and sleeps until sometime between 7:00-8:00am.  His wake up time is pretty inconsistent (in fact he's been sleeping until 9am some recently, keep it up son!), but it's rarely earlier than 7 (and when it's that early it's normally the result of a poop).  He still naps twice a day - around 10:00-10:30 for about an hour and around 2:00-2:30 for somewhere between 2-3 hours.  Again, afternoon nap length is unpredictable, but usually at least 2 hours.  I noticed when looking back at Lilly's 9-, 10-, and 11-month updates that she was still taking two 2-or-2.5-hour naps at this point.  I always wake Craft up from his morning nap after an hour so that he'll sleep a little longer in the afternoon.  Mean mama, I know, but it is a lot easier on everyone if their naps occur at the same time!  Again, #secondchildproblems.

Feeding:  The big change to note here is that we're down to nursing one time a day  (At my last update, Craft was still nursing 4 times/day.).  We dropped the bedtime feeding first, I think around 10 months, because he just didn't need it and wasn't really interested.  I was pretty devastated about that, because that was my favorite feeding of the day and the one I held onto the longest with Lilly (I can't say enough how different these two are in so many ways!).  Even at 10 months, C was already weaning himself and nursing less and less - never more than 2-3 minutes at a time.  Around that same time (10 months, I believe) we dropped another feeding so that we were down to twice a day.  In addition, I wasn't producing nearly as much pumping so the past several months depleted my freezer supply (never thought I'd see that day!).  We dropped another feeding right at 11 months because I kicked off the new year with a three-day work trip and didn't have enough milk to leave 2 bottles/day while I was gone.  Honestly dropping all of these feedings has not seemed to have any effect on Craft at all - as I mentioned before, he wasn't nursing a ton anyway and has been eating solids for so long that it didn't seem to bother him.  I am still hanging on to that last feeding, which is first thing in the morning when he wakes up.  I really can't tell whether he's even getting anything anymore, but I have such mixed emotions about being done that I'm clinging to it for now.  If I had to guess, I'd say he'll probably be over it sooner rather than later. 

With the decrease in nursing, Craft has been eating a lot of solids.  He mostly eats whatever we eat, and gets frustrated if he sees someone eating something that he doesn't have on his plate (which is pretty much at every meal since his older sister's entire diet consists of approximately 3 foods that she will eat).  I can tell that he's getting pickier, and he'll let me know if he doesn't love something but for now he's still at least trying whatever I put in front of him (for the most part).  Please God let it continue.  Craft eats breakfast usually around 8 or shortly after he wakes up, lunch at 12:00 or 12:30, he has an afternoon snack around 5:00 or 5:30 and we have dinner usually around 6:30 in the evening.  

Fist bump!

Messy boy!!!

Firsts This Month:  There are SO many firsts that I haven't blogged about, so I know I'll forget some.  Craft's first Holiday season - Thanksgiving and Christmas - was a blast.  First sickness (see above), which was not so much a blast but he was a trooper.  We took him to the doctor suspecting that he had pink eye, and the doctor said she couldn't believe that he was happy and smiling and babbling because he had a double ear infection and should have been feeling pretty miserable.  Who knew?!  First unassisted steps!  More on that below.  I know I'm missing so many "firsts," but that's the best I can do in my current state of exhaustion.  

I'm sure I should create an entirely separate "Holiday" post, but let's be honest, the odds of that happening at this point are zero so here are some of the highlights!

First Thanksgiving!  We celebrated with the Baums this year.

Picking out our Christmas tree at the Raleigh Farmer's Market
Decorating the tree in one of many pairs of Christmas jammies (Mama has a problem...)

This year's Christmas ornaments

Decorating Christmas cookies
Pullen Park Holiday Express with the Eakers

C's first visit with Santa!  Clearly Craft could care less.  Lillian was less than amused.
Lilly's Christmas program at school, and quite possibly my favorite photo of all time.

Watching big sister's Christmas program at dance, and dressed for the occasion!

Before church on Christmas Eve

Christmas morning...Santa came!

Opening gifts at our Christmas celebration with the Eakers
Developments:  Craft is a walking machine, y'all.  Not long after the 8-month post he perfected his crawl and then it was no time at all before he was cruising (around 9 months I believe).  He would pull up and hold onto anything he could get his little hands on to walk around.  Sometime around 10 months Craft started taking steps without holding onto anything, but really just 2-3 at a time.  As we neared 10.5 months he was getting more confident and taking more steps at a time, and then right after Christmas (so right before 11 months) something clicked and he started walking all over the place.  He has quickly perfected his balance and doesn't look quite as much like a baby drunk anymore now...and he is fast.  "I can't turn my back for 5 seconds" is the understatement of the century here.  He has also just in the past couple of weeks learned that he doesn't have to fall, that he can instead squat and then stand back up from that position.  Those thunder thighs are STRONG!  We are working on keeping him away from the stairs (we have one baby gate at the top but have left it off the bottom for now) and out of the dog bowl and toilets. 

C's fine motor skills are coming along nicely as well.  He loves to hold a spoon or fork and try to feed himself (we have to put the food on the utensils for him, obviously).  He's very interested in shape sorters and puzzles, and can clap, high five and wave among other things.

Craft loves to babble and explore his little vocal cords, and he has the sweetest little voice you have ever heard.  Some words he says are: hi, hey, hello, mama, dada, Lilly, Layla, balloon, book, quack quack (kack kack), uh oh, baby.  I'm sure I'm missing a few, but those are the ones he says most often.  He also LOVES reading books and is very picky about what he wants you to read - lift-the-flap books are his current favorite.  He loves being songs and dancing (and clapping!) as well.  Some favorite songs are: Itsy Bitsy Spider, Wheels on the Bus, Open Shut Them, any and every Laurie Berkner song (lucky little stinker gets to see her at his first concert next month with big sister) and Baby Bumblebee, to name a few.

We have 8 teeth!  He got two teeth which I blogged about a while ago, and then in like a two-week span before Christmas got 6 more at the same time.  Baby vampire!

I can't remember whether I've said it on the blog before, but the best way I can describe this little man is that he's all boy.  He has SO much personality and is a lot like his daddy in so many ways.  He loves his mama and wants me to be in his sight at all times.  The child also has NO FEAR.  We are in for it, I'm sure.  The biggest change that I can see in Craft as of late is that he all of a sudden does not look like a baby anymore.  That change happened overnight, and I just hate it.  Slow down, baby boy!

Likes:  I thought that Lilly was a happy baby, but her baby brother is ecstatic.  I swear he is one of the happiest babies I have ever encountered, so most things make him happy, but I'll play along:  food. singing. dancing. clapping. waving. petting layla. pulling on layla's fur. drinking layla's water. playing with things that his sister doesn't want him to touch (which is pretty much everything).  books. bath time. being outside (he will walk to the door and bang on the window and cry to go out!). walking. giggling. talking. LILLY - he loves her so much.  daddy and mama.  and carney, of course.  babies.  walks. other kids.

Dislikes:  Diaper changes are the main thing I can think of here...lately, they are a huge challenge.  Craft is generally unhappy also if he's hungry or overly tired.  And if mama won't pick him up right this second when he wants to be held.

What I'm Thankful For:  I have so much to be thankful for that I don't even know how to list.  I'm thankful for my sweet little family of four, for a loving husband who works so hard for us, for two healthy babies.  I'm thankful for great friends, a wonderful extended family, and a job that I (mostly) really enjoy (and that allows me the flexibility to be the mother that I want to be).  I'm thankful for wonderful childcare in the form of our nanny and "school."  The list goes on and on.

What I'm Looking Forward To:  It is kind of the truth but also kind of a lie that I'm looking forward to Craft's birthday.  I'm excited to let him eat a cupcake for breakfast and make new memories, and I'm excited to be able to visit with friends and family to celebreat our little man.  With that being said, I'm feeling emotional about the fact that he is almost one, and I also know myself and the stress that will ensue come party day.  Oy!

Next Pediatrician Appointment:  Monday, February 9 for Craft's 12-month well check.  Perhaps the urge to blog will strike again and I'll update with some real stats?!

I did take photos at 9, 10 and 11 months so I'll just post a few highlights below because there are a ton.  

 9 months old:

This is Craft's "Say Cheese, bubby!  Smile for Mommy!" face.  Ham!!

10 months:

"It comes off?!?!?!"


 And finally, 11 months.  In case you weren't aware, the theme these days is, "I won't sit still, ever!"

Those thighs, though...

Whew!  I'm caught up (on Craft's months, at least) and it feels so good!  Up next: Lilly's third birthday, then hopefully Craft's 12-month update sometime this year!  :-)  Although it has taken me over a week since I sat down and started writing to actually finish this post, so let's not hold our breath I guess.  

Happy Monday!

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