Balance

He’s completely out of newborn sizes, and check out that head balance!!!

Meanwhile, my oldest came in and yelled at me because I allowed The Middles to eat birthday cake for breakfast. Dang, they grow up so fast!

Doodles

After days (weeks? months?) of being on the go, we all kept it pretty low-key today and stayed home in our pajamas. Mostly to catch up on laundry, but still…I did subject the baby to a bunch of selfies and doodles, though. I mean, LOOK at that face!!!!

 

Sweet Smile

He flashed me a — no kidding — big, toothless, eye-crinkling smile as I talked to him just now. I grabbed the camera and asked for another, but got this knowing little expression instead.

Just the beginning of a lifetime of smiles and joy for him, I hope. Such a gift to see this little human’s personality emerge more and more each day.

Sorry Not Sorry

I have five essays and a bunch of discussion posts due in a few hours, and after the past week we’ve had, you know I have a ton of reading still to do, but it’s much more fun taking photos like this one than being a responsible adult student.

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The baby is doing so awesome. He’s completely recovered from the lung infection, and his breathing and weight gain are great. They think he just happened to catch something that his lungs and immune system weren’t yet ready to handle, but fortunately, it was all treatable.

We’re so grateful!

The Long Week

We are going to write under this picture in Junior’s baby book that he took out a two-year-old at the playground, and hurt his hand in the process. In reality, though, they gave him an IV after Martin brought the baby to the ER last Sunday morning because Junior’s cough did not sound right to me.

When it comes to the kids being sick, Martin and I don’t always see eye-to-eye on what to do about it. Some of our worst arguments have been a result of us butting heads over our kids’ health. He thinks I worry too much. I think he goes into denial that things can be that serious.

In this instance, when Martin went to bed last weekend, it wasn’t yet to that point. I, however, couldn’t fall asleep at all. Instead, I hovered over Junior like a moth, eventually just standing with him on my chest so he wouldn’t cough so much. Something just didn’t feel right to me, and I grew more anxious. Just as the sun began to rise over the horizon, I took Junior into the bathroom to run the hot water, hoping the steam would help his congestion. It got pretty warm in there, so I pulled off the baby’s onesie. That’s when I noticed the chest retractions.  Continue reading