Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Monday, October 29, 2012

3 year check up

I'll be honest. This will be a quick and dirty post. I have been dealing with one sick kid and another kid who doesn't like that the other is getting the majority of the attention and I'm just flat worn out. Thankfully grandma and grandpa came and saved the day while daddy is away so I only have the sick kiddo to deal with overnight.

Check up went great. Doctor has no concerns. Developmentally she looks great. And she's even reached the "double digits" on percentages for weight.

Weight: 26.5 lbs (10%)
Height: 3 ft 1 inch (63%)

Yeah, she's long and lean.

In case you were curious, here were her previous stats:

Birth: 2 lb 13 oz, 15 inches
1 year: 16 lb 15 oz (1%), 28.5 inches (28%)
2 year: 22.6 lbs (4%), 33 3/4 inches (49%)

Grow baby grow.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Three years old.

From birth to continue to amaze me. Love you baby girl. Happy birthday!

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Don't give up

~If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again~

I found this picture on Facebook today, on my last day with a two year old.

And I found myself reminiscing about this day three years ago. I had no idea that the next day I would no longer be pregnant. I was still in the midst of my FIGHT. Because fighting I was. Call it faith. Call it denial. Call it what you will, but even then, at 29 weeks pregnant and entering my third week of hospital bedrest at 4 cm dilated, moved back to Labor and Delivery and back on magnesium that was failing, I was NOT having a baby then. You could have talked yourself blue in the face with every amount of medical knowledge and information and I still would have told you to stuff it, I had 8 more weeks until my fight was over and I was going those 8 more weeks. It wasn't until that moment the doctor came and explained to me that at 7 cm dilated and active laboring for over an hour that I was having a baby then that I gave up the fight.

And I guess, the phrase "gave up the fight" isn't even the right phrase. Because I didn't give up the fight. I just changed the fight. Instead of fighting to keep my baby in my belly, I fought for her life in an incubator, with tubes and wires. I picked up a piece and I began again. And I sit here today with a dream come true.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Wordless Wednesday

(For the record, he is 10.5 months and she is 3 years. And yes. He's almost bigger than she is.)

Friday, October 19, 2012

Simply amazing

Just how different children are. I mean, it shouldn't be any surprise really. Just because they came from the same DNA doesn't mean they would follow the same path, right? Like this one.
He has NEVER been a bottle baby. I know I've said that here before and I know you are going WHY do you keep worrying about that? I honestly don't know. I am proud of myself that I no longer keep track of what he is drinking...I just know it is not 24 oz. :) But that being said, he has moved on to table food already. And he loves it. He eats anything I put in front of him. Even mashed potatoes. Which this one refused.
He is a whopping 24.5 oz. Yes. Almost 25 lbs. And not even 11 months old. Seriously. This kid eats more than his sister!
Elisa is 27 lbs...yes. Only 2.5 lbs larger than her brother. It seriously cracks me up anymore. To watch the two of them together, especially in their diapers, the lack of size difference is obvious. Where Elisa is long and lean, Aidan is short and stocky. Seriously. His head is the same size as hers. Pretty soon, he will be giving HER horsey rides. But where Aidan has a temper, Elisa is even keeled. Both, however, are attention seekers.
I'm pretty sure we will have amazing fireworks in the future. Already we are getting the tantrums over "He pinched me!" or the screams because she took his toy. The pushing him away because all he wants to do is play with his crazy big sister. But when it all comes down to it, they love each other. They show it in the times they do play nicely together. Or when Elisa randomly goes up to Aidan, gives him a hug and says "I love you brother!" The look on Aidan's face when his sister comes back into the room. How happy to see each other they are when they have spent the day apart.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Tuesday, October 16, 2012


How am I supposed to feed this kid if he keeps doing this!?

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Monday, October 8, 2012

Maybe I should just focus on his personality

Since getting a "beauty" picture of him is near impossible.

I mean, I guess it's a good thing that he is just full of personality.

Since that means he keeps us laughing, even when he is grumpy.

Today, he is 10 months old and wow has time passed.  It's crazy that he's wearing a lot of 18 months clothes. I mean, how am I supposed to know how to plan for his clothing needs if the boy does not follow the age scale?  He prefers to stand now, and has figured out what he can pull up on and does it ALL the time.  I will say, though, that if he gets frustrated he is not like his sister.  In that he gives up and screams and whines until you help him do whatever he was trying to do.  He doesn't seem to have the tenacity to push through until he gets what he wants.

Anyway, he loves to pull up to the kitchen chairs and then push them around the kitchen and is even taking a step between the chest and the couch.  It's not pretty...but he gets to where he wants to go.

He's still not a bottle baby.  He never will be.  Getting that "minimum" 24 oz into him rarely happens.  He prefers his solids, so weaning him will be a breeze.  Hopefully.  He's gaining weight fine, though and is a solid 23 lbs.  Yeah, at just 10 months old.

He loves his sister and really just wants to be anywhere she is.  He will be fussing and whining but lights up the instant she walks into the room.  He follows her everywhere, and gets really angry when he can't.  He misses her immensely when she's napping or spending the day at grandma's.

My goofy boy.  Love him to pieces.  He's definitely a momma's boy...but I guess God figured I needed to have one kid that preferred me over daddy.  ;)