Hill is home. Daycare called about an hour after I dropped him off that he 'frew up' and since vomit is my department in the Hawkins household, I'm at home. We got home and I gave him a bath to get the 'frow up' smell off and we brushed his teeth, which he loves. Then he proceeded to eat 67,000 goldfish and drink his juice while watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. I think the boy is playing the system. Why do I think that?
Last week he cried EVERY morning that I dropped him off. In all his 54 weeks of life he's never cried when I drop him off. This morning he didn't cry a bit...because he had a plan up his little tiny 3 inch sleeve.
The boy is teething. He must be teething super bad because he's drooly and he's not the drooly type. After 6 teeth he's a pro. The reason I say this is because since he's teething his WHOLE hand stays in his mouth. It's his party trick. I'm of the opinion that he potentially gagged himself and ended up throwing up.
I like to try to think on the positive side of things, maybe that makes me nieve. I don't want to belittle the fact that he may be sick so I'm keeping an eye on him, but so far no more frowing up....it's all a big conspiracy that Hill conjured up to come home and eat goldfish, watch Mickey, play with his toys and jump on the dogs.
He just might be a smart little cookie, that Hill Hawkins, but I might just be a tad bit smarter. I'm researching how I can put him in a bubble and send him to school with out all the other kids making fun of him. Well, the kids in his class are probably not at a "making fun of" stage yet. They'd probably just want to push his bubble around the room and point at it and say baaahhhlll (ball) really loud. The pointing could potentially be scarring to his little ego - - I may have to rethink this. Ok, so maybe Hill is smarter than me.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Hill's 12 Month Photo Shoot
January 22nd was a cold cold windy Saturday and I, being the slave driver of a mama I am, made Hill subject himself to outdoor photos. He was a trooper, even in his short sleeved outfits. As usual, Sukie did an awesome job. We love us some Sukie!
Friday, January 28, 2011
The Responsibilities Of A One Year Old
Since Hill has now turned one we have to teach him the blood sweat and tears of manual labor and responsibilities. It's our job as parents to instill self worth, self confidence and strong work ethics to our son. Here are a few examples:
There is so much to learn when you are little, and even more when you grow up! Hill is doing a good job and I feel he will be a productive member to society in the very near future.
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| You have to listen to instructions carefully |
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| Help, even when you aren't asked |
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| Keep a happy positive attitude even though sometimes you "don't wanna" |
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| Make a happy plate |
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| Share |
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| Don't bite the hand that feeds you |
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| Practice, practice, practice! |
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| Save the enviornment for our childrens children by using Eco Friendly transportation |
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| Don't ever take candy from masked strangers (even if they are your daddy being silly) |
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Executive Decision
Some of you may know that my boss turned in his resignation at the beginning of the year. I was really really sad. So after January 14th, his last day, we've been without supervision. (Total lie, but makes the story more fun.)
I have decided that when my new boss - who is still to be determined - comes into the Presidential office the first thing on his/her budget will be to get a toilet seat warmer and instant hot water heater for the sink in their office bathroom. Priorities, priorities. I know it's not my bathroom but I like to use it because it's close to my office. My only qualm is that it's like a little igloo in there, no less than 30 below zero, it even has the square tiles like little ice blocks in an icey institutional color. It's not a fancy bathroom, probably as big as a coat closet, but very convenient. I've always had this fear that when I'd go in there to potty I'd come out and he would have someone in his office for an important meeting with the door shut and there I'd be - the awkward toilet flusher with toilet paper stuck to my shoe and water all over my blouse from the water in the sink splashing back up on me. I've heard of that happening (the walking out to find them in a meeting part), just not to me...yet - - believe it or not...I swear.
So, back to my unknown new boss' priority. The toilet seat warmer. I've googled it. A Toastie Tush who promises to "never sit on a cold toilet seat again" is about $40 plus shipping and handling. We could do away with suckers for the little kids for a month or two to save the money so that my tushie is cozy when I tt.
Then the instant hot water heater for the sink would be a must too. I've googled it. A Watts hot water recirculating system has no price listed, but that is ok because "this unique product connects easily to existing plumbing. It saves up to 15,000 gallons of water per year and up to 10% of your water bill." What a great investment, it pays for itself! The bank can thank me later.
So once my sales pitch is given to my new boss, if he/she is buying into it I may request personalized towels instead of that scratchy paper towel mess - - and a towel warmer - - unless I feel like that's pushing my luck a little too much.
I have decided that when my new boss - who is still to be determined - comes into the Presidential office the first thing on his/her budget will be to get a toilet seat warmer and instant hot water heater for the sink in their office bathroom. Priorities, priorities. I know it's not my bathroom but I like to use it because it's close to my office. My only qualm is that it's like a little igloo in there, no less than 30 below zero, it even has the square tiles like little ice blocks in an icey institutional color. It's not a fancy bathroom, probably as big as a coat closet, but very convenient. I've always had this fear that when I'd go in there to potty I'd come out and he would have someone in his office for an important meeting with the door shut and there I'd be - the awkward toilet flusher with toilet paper stuck to my shoe and water all over my blouse from the water in the sink splashing back up on me. I've heard of that happening (the walking out to find them in a meeting part), just not to me...yet - - believe it or not...I swear.
So, back to my unknown new boss' priority. The toilet seat warmer. I've googled it. A Toastie Tush who promises to "never sit on a cold toilet seat again" is about $40 plus shipping and handling. We could do away with suckers for the little kids for a month or two to save the money so that my tushie is cozy when I tt.
Then the instant hot water heater for the sink would be a must too. I've googled it. A Watts hot water recirculating system has no price listed, but that is ok because "this unique product connects easily to existing plumbing. It saves up to 15,000 gallons of water per year and up to 10% of your water bill." What a great investment, it pays for itself! The bank can thank me later.
So once my sales pitch is given to my new boss, if he/she is buying into it I may request personalized towels instead of that scratchy paper towel mess - - and a towel warmer - - unless I feel like that's pushing my luck a little too much.
At 12 Months
I haven't really been one to do updates on Hill's milestones. Looking back, I guess that is probably an important thing to do, maybe not? This is a long post that may interest you, maybe not?
At 12 months Hill can officially do anything he puts his mind to, which is quite possibly why he doesn't care to walk just yet. He simply doesn't feel like it.
*He can crawl faster than a cheetah. Why walk when you can crawl at the speed of light?
*He can pull up on everything and stand up with out holding on until he realizes that he's not holding on then he panics and falls to his bootie.
*He pushes all of his toys by walking behind them or scooting them across the floor. The remotes to the TV have officially been through WWIII.
*He can give five, clap when you say 'yay,' point at everything, bang the cabinet doors. Chip and I took the cheap route and used rubber bands to hold the cabinets together. I think we may have to splurge since he's figured out how to reach through and grab my breakables. Just this week we've had a corning ware ramekin fatality and a casualty with the butter dish.
*He jib jabs on and on about everything. I would give anything to decipher his little language. He even shakes his head yes and no as if to agree or disagree with himself.
*He shakes his head yes or no if you ask him a question or present him with something he does or does not want. I'm not 100% sure he has really mastered the art of differentiating yes from no and vice versa. But it is certainly hilarious that hethinks he knows so much.
*My favorite is when he gives kisses. He can be stingy with them but when he's not it's a kissy face attack. He doesn't really have the smack part of the kiss down, but he says "mmm ahh" while he goes in for the open mouth face plant. It's awesome. He knows I like it so sometimes when he doesn't want to go to bed he repeatedly gives kiss after kiss after kiss.
*For about a month now everything goes straight to his ear like a telephone and he says, "hello?" Got a remote - goes to the ear, "hello?" Got a can of beans - goes to the ear, "hello?" The other day Chip found his old cell phone and so now Hill is hot stuff with his new tele. All the ladies be hittin' him up. Lord help us when he starts texting.
*If only these ladies knew how bad he hates his diaper being changed. He's in size 4 diaper. We haven't found a diaper brand that we 'love' so we do everything from Wal-Mart brand & Target brand to Pampers. It's frustrating not knowing what he's most comfortable in. The comfort level of my panties is muy importante to me so I try to pay Hill the same respect and get him in some comfy panties.
*It's hard work being so cute and Hill gets so mad when it's time to change clothes. I have some very awesome clothes changing skills. You have to be quick on your feet and find distracting things for him to play with, like a shoe or a diaper or the rectal thermometer. It's all about creativity in our house.
*He still has the cutest tiny hiney. At 12 months he can wear 9 month pants because the 12 month pants don't have a place to 'hang' from. He has this bad habit of when his pants are too big and get in the way of his crawling at lightening speed...he just takes them off. The boy gets it honestly - I hate pants...and shoes.
I will say that not only did he get his daddy's no-butt-at-all he got his big head too. Bless his heart, right? Sometimes it's hard for shirts head holes to fit over his noggin. I have to give up some mornings and just start over because the shirt can't make it over the head.
*Poor fella, the only thing he doesn't mind me mucking with him about is his boogers. I'm obsessed with the asperator aka booger sucker and I guess after 12 months Hill gave into my addiction. 97% of the time when he sees it he will stop what he's doing, give in and lean his head towards me and open his mouth for me to stick the booger sucker in his nose. It's sad to be quite honest with you. I think he's grown to like it. He usually coughs then smiles.
*His vocabulary consists of dog- which is everything furry, dada, ball, mama, juice - sounds like choos, shoe - the s noise is new and it's like a shushing sound - sshhuuss - much like juice. He can say bye bye which is always accompanied by a wave. The other day I picked up my keys and his bag and he said bye bye. I guess our little routine is sticking! He says ba which is bottle - I'm having trouble getting him to drink the regular milk out of a sippy cup for me in the mornings and night so he still gets a bottle 2 times a day.
*Just this week he has decided to cry when I leave him at daycare. I guess we have a good track record if this is just starting? It breaks my heart. He loves school, his teachers and his friends. He eats good food (he's my son, we revolve everything around good food.) I guess he just loves me more, which is nice and gives me a warm fuzzy feelings but is still hard to just walk away from my baby boy. *sniff sniff*
*He sleeps from about 8:00 pm to 6:30 or sometimes 7:30 in the morning without us having to get up. He is a restles sleeper and is a little bit everywhere when he sleeps, which is why he hates our bed. That's fine with me! He takes 2 naps a day one from like 9:30 to 10:45 or so then another afternoon nap at 1:30 to usually 3:00.
*Thank goodness the boy is not a picky eater, so far. The only thing I've found he dislikes is pickles, cucumbers and things that are really really cold. He will at least try anything once and when he gets full he starts either giving the left overs to the dogs or spitting it out like it's gross. He does get in certain modes come dinner time. Sometimes he wants you to feed him but most of the time he wants to feed himself. He can't use the utensils by himself just yet and throws a tantrum when he can't try to fling the food on the spoon across the room. He also likes to play the trick where if you are feeding him he clamps his teeth down on the spoon and you can't get it out of his bear trap; as he is laughing through clinched teeth.
*Speaking of... he has 6 teeth. Three on the top in a row and three on the bottom in a row. They are the top front two and the one next to it on the left, and the bottom front two and the one next to it on the left. I think his teeth are made of steel. Since everything still goes directly into his mouth the other day as we were grocery shopping he picked up a tin can and was playing with it. When I put it on the counter to pay I noticed two little dents on the top of the can. The little monster was trying to bite through the can! That can't be healthy for his tiny teefees.
*Bathtime is something he and I always look forward to. 99% of the time I'm usually the bath giver. I've always heard these horror stories about babies "dropping the kids off at the pool," "talking the Browns to the superbowl," you know...going #2 in the tub. This has only happened once and he was too tiny for it to count or for me to be traumatized. He's not a real pee'er in the tub either. He's tt'd outside of the tub a couple of times standing there in the buff while I was filling it up with water. I can handle that. All in all, what a good little bath taker I have who loves to play with toys and cups and splash and not send his mama screaming out of the room in a panic due to a floater. (I know, I know...I have officially jinxed myself)
*At bed time he requires a pillow like a grown up and something soft. This can be a blanket or a teddy bear. We have done away with the paci and it was not hard at all. We figured since he will have another surgery in the next 4-5 months we better be proactive about doing away with it and it literally took like a day of just not giving it to him. Now if he finds one, he sticks it in or if we are in public and I feel an I.B.S. (irritable boy spaz) coming on I'll give it to him.
*He watches the Sprout channel, Disney channel, or Bloomberg in the morning with his Dada. Every morning I wake up change his diaper warm his milk and then Dada takes over while I get dressed. Then I get him and go to daycare then work. It's a nice little routine and Hill prefers his Dada in the morning and Mama at night.
*The boy is a dancer. He must keep a constant beat in his head because out of the blue he will just bust a move and start cutting a rug. He's got the bootie shake and pelvic thrust and the infamous white guy bounce dance down pat. He moves to the rythm of the music which amazes and cracks me and Chip up every time.
*He is a little Evil Knievel. He is a climber and a balancer - simply put - a dare devil. For someone who can't walk - he sure can climb into and on top of everything. His favorite stunt is climbing into the laundry basket. He's also really good at helping me unfold clothes. I fold, he unfolds. It's a great system if you are trying to not be productive.
Next milestone on our list other than walking is getting his first real haircut. The boy has a mass quantity of fine, silky beautiful blonde blonde hair.
There are probably thousands of little antics that he does which I am unintentionally leaving out. He's a boy through and through and keeps us on our toes. Wouldn't have it any other way!
At 12 months Hill can officially do anything he puts his mind to, which is quite possibly why he doesn't care to walk just yet. He simply doesn't feel like it.
*He can crawl faster than a cheetah. Why walk when you can crawl at the speed of light?
*He can pull up on everything and stand up with out holding on until he realizes that he's not holding on then he panics and falls to his bootie.
*He pushes all of his toys by walking behind them or scooting them across the floor. The remotes to the TV have officially been through WWIII.
*He can give five, clap when you say 'yay,' point at everything, bang the cabinet doors. Chip and I took the cheap route and used rubber bands to hold the cabinets together. I think we may have to splurge since he's figured out how to reach through and grab my breakables. Just this week we've had a corning ware ramekin fatality and a casualty with the butter dish.
*He jib jabs on and on about everything. I would give anything to decipher his little language. He even shakes his head yes and no as if to agree or disagree with himself.
*He shakes his head yes or no if you ask him a question or present him with something he does or does not want. I'm not 100% sure he has really mastered the art of differentiating yes from no and vice versa. But it is certainly hilarious that he
*My favorite is when he gives kisses. He can be stingy with them but when he's not it's a kissy face attack. He doesn't really have the smack part of the kiss down, but he says "mmm ahh" while he goes in for the open mouth face plant. It's awesome. He knows I like it so sometimes when he doesn't want to go to bed he repeatedly gives kiss after kiss after kiss.
*For about a month now everything goes straight to his ear like a telephone and he says, "hello?" Got a remote - goes to the ear, "hello?" Got a can of beans - goes to the ear, "hello?" The other day Chip found his old cell phone and so now Hill is hot stuff with his new tele. All the ladies be hittin' him up. Lord help us when he starts texting.
*If only these ladies knew how bad he hates his diaper being changed. He's in size 4 diaper. We haven't found a diaper brand that we 'love' so we do everything from Wal-Mart brand & Target brand to Pampers. It's frustrating not knowing what he's most comfortable in. The comfort level of my panties is muy importante to me so I try to pay Hill the same respect and get him in some comfy panties.
*It's hard work being so cute and Hill gets so mad when it's time to change clothes. I have some very awesome clothes changing skills. You have to be quick on your feet and find distracting things for him to play with, like a shoe or a diaper or the rectal thermometer. It's all about creativity in our house.
*He still has the cutest tiny hiney. At 12 months he can wear 9 month pants because the 12 month pants don't have a place to 'hang' from. He has this bad habit of when his pants are too big and get in the way of his crawling at lightening speed...he just takes them off. The boy gets it honestly - I hate pants...and shoes.
I will say that not only did he get his daddy's no-butt-at-all he got his big head too. Bless his heart, right? Sometimes it's hard for shirts head holes to fit over his noggin. I have to give up some mornings and just start over because the shirt can't make it over the head.
*Poor fella, the only thing he doesn't mind me mucking with him about is his boogers. I'm obsessed with the asperator aka booger sucker and I guess after 12 months Hill gave into my addiction. 97% of the time when he sees it he will stop what he's doing, give in and lean his head towards me and open his mouth for me to stick the booger sucker in his nose. It's sad to be quite honest with you. I think he's grown to like it. He usually coughs then smiles.
*His vocabulary consists of dog- which is everything furry, dada, ball, mama, juice - sounds like choos, shoe - the s noise is new and it's like a shushing sound - sshhuuss - much like juice. He can say bye bye which is always accompanied by a wave. The other day I picked up my keys and his bag and he said bye bye. I guess our little routine is sticking! He says ba which is bottle - I'm having trouble getting him to drink the regular milk out of a sippy cup for me in the mornings and night so he still gets a bottle 2 times a day.
*Just this week he has decided to cry when I leave him at daycare. I guess we have a good track record if this is just starting? It breaks my heart. He loves school, his teachers and his friends. He eats good food (he's my son, we revolve everything around good food.) I guess he just loves me more, which is nice and gives me a warm fuzzy feelings but is still hard to just walk away from my baby boy. *sniff sniff*
*He sleeps from about 8:00 pm to 6:30 or sometimes 7:30 in the morning without us having to get up. He is a restles sleeper and is a little bit everywhere when he sleeps, which is why he hates our bed. That's fine with me! He takes 2 naps a day one from like 9:30 to 10:45 or so then another afternoon nap at 1:30 to usually 3:00.
*Thank goodness the boy is not a picky eater, so far. The only thing I've found he dislikes is pickles, cucumbers and things that are really really cold. He will at least try anything once and when he gets full he starts either giving the left overs to the dogs or spitting it out like it's gross. He does get in certain modes come dinner time. Sometimes he wants you to feed him but most of the time he wants to feed himself. He can't use the utensils by himself just yet and throws a tantrum when he can't try to fling the food on the spoon across the room. He also likes to play the trick where if you are feeding him he clamps his teeth down on the spoon and you can't get it out of his bear trap; as he is laughing through clinched teeth.
*Speaking of... he has 6 teeth. Three on the top in a row and three on the bottom in a row. They are the top front two and the one next to it on the left, and the bottom front two and the one next to it on the left. I think his teeth are made of steel. Since everything still goes directly into his mouth the other day as we were grocery shopping he picked up a tin can and was playing with it. When I put it on the counter to pay I noticed two little dents on the top of the can. The little monster was trying to bite through the can! That can't be healthy for his tiny teefees.
*Bathtime is something he and I always look forward to. 99% of the time I'm usually the bath giver. I've always heard these horror stories about babies "dropping the kids off at the pool," "talking the Browns to the superbowl," you know...going #2 in the tub. This has only happened once and he was too tiny for it to count or for me to be traumatized. He's not a real pee'er in the tub either. He's tt'd outside of the tub a couple of times standing there in the buff while I was filling it up with water. I can handle that. All in all, what a good little bath taker I have who loves to play with toys and cups and splash and not send his mama screaming out of the room in a panic due to a floater. (I know, I know...I have officially jinxed myself)
*At bed time he requires a pillow like a grown up and something soft. This can be a blanket or a teddy bear. We have done away with the paci and it was not hard at all. We figured since he will have another surgery in the next 4-5 months we better be proactive about doing away with it and it literally took like a day of just not giving it to him. Now if he finds one, he sticks it in or if we are in public and I feel an I.B.S. (irritable boy spaz) coming on I'll give it to him.
*He watches the Sprout channel, Disney channel, or Bloomberg in the morning with his Dada. Every morning I wake up change his diaper warm his milk and then Dada takes over while I get dressed. Then I get him and go to daycare then work. It's a nice little routine and Hill prefers his Dada in the morning and Mama at night.
*The boy is a dancer. He must keep a constant beat in his head because out of the blue he will just bust a move and start cutting a rug. He's got the bootie shake and pelvic thrust and the infamous white guy bounce dance down pat. He moves to the rythm of the music which amazes and cracks me and Chip up every time.
*He is a little Evil Knievel. He is a climber and a balancer - simply put - a dare devil. For someone who can't walk - he sure can climb into and on top of everything. His favorite stunt is climbing into the laundry basket. He's also really good at helping me unfold clothes. I fold, he unfolds. It's a great system if you are trying to not be productive.
Next milestone on our list other than walking is getting his first real haircut. The boy has a mass quantity of fine, silky beautiful blonde blonde hair.
There are probably thousands of little antics that he does which I am unintentionally leaving out. He's a boy through and through and keeps us on our toes. Wouldn't have it any other way!
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Happy 11th Birthday, Katie Lou
Last night and this morning Katie Lou has been less than impressed with my burrowing my head in her stomach and being snuggly and belly rubbing and kissy faced as I sing Happy Birthday to her. She may go postal in her old age if she hears, Happy Birthday to my Goose! Happy Birthday to my Goose! Happy Birthday my Goosey Lou! Happy Birthday to my Goose! One. more. time. I know she likes it - a lot - but won't admit it.
Just like she pretends not to like it when I sing to her 'I'm A Little Teapot.' It goes (with Katie making dance motions and all) - - Herz a little teapot, short and stout. Herz gots a handle and herz gots a snout. When herz gets all steamed up, hear herz shout. Tip her over and pour herz out!
Or when I sing 'You are my Sunshine.' You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy, your butt is grey. You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away.
Happy Birthday to my first born. My first love. My first sweet girl. You will always be my crooked toothed, grey butt, yarn for ears, coal for a nose, and pom pom tailed sunshine.
Lou Lou, you know my antics better than anyone and are the only one that truly knows how to make me happy when I am sad. It started out eleven years ago with just you and I kiddo, but with some hesitiation you've managed to accept the people (and other dogs) that have come into (and out of) our lives through the years.
I know you don'talways ever like being the big sister, but your two legged little brother sure enjoys his quality time with you. Maybe one day he can touch you?
You are the smartest, most humanistic four legged baby that I know. Even though you wouldn't admit to it in front of everyone, you truly care about the well being of everyone...even Foxy Mama.
I'm saddened that another year has come and gone, but I'm so glad you've been there by my side through it all. I couldn't imagine it any other way.
Love you more than you'll ever know!
Mommy
Just like she pretends not to like it when I sing to her 'I'm A Little Teapot.' It goes (with Katie making dance motions and all) - - Herz a little teapot, short and stout. Herz gots a handle and herz gots a snout. When herz gets all steamed up, hear herz shout. Tip her over and pour herz out!
Or when I sing 'You are my Sunshine.' You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy, your butt is grey. You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away.
Happy Birthday to my first born. My first love. My first sweet girl. You will always be my crooked toothed, grey butt, yarn for ears, coal for a nose, and pom pom tailed sunshine.
Lou Lou, you know my antics better than anyone and are the only one that truly knows how to make me happy when I am sad. It started out eleven years ago with just you and I kiddo, but with some hesitiation you've managed to accept the people (and other dogs) that have come into (and out of) our lives through the years.
I know you don't
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| You taught Hill how to roll over |
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| and are always willing to lay around and watch TV with him |
I'm saddened that another year has come and gone, but I'm so glad you've been there by my side through it all. I couldn't imagine it any other way.
Love you more than you'll ever know!
Mommy
Monday, January 24, 2011
Never Forget To Remember...
Now that Hill is a year old I'm able to look back and think about what we were doing with him a year ago today. Hill was 12 days old and I remember where we were and what we were doing vividly just like it was yesterday and not 364 days ago. We were on our way to our very first cleft team visit in New Orleans (which I didn't post about until July 23rd.)
The appointment was on January 25th and pretty much changed my perspective on life, children, blessings, God, and many other things. I'm glad that day is over, but it still doesn't take away the reality of the sad things I saw in that hospital clinic or the memory of the hour and a half I stared at my child in that clinic, never looking up just thanking God repeatedly that he was healthy, that he was mine, that all the prayers that were said by everyone before he was even born were answered. It was a long day, an informative day, an emotional day. Chip was my rock. Hill was a trooper. I was a changed person.
I don't regret going to New Orleans to the Cleft Team, it was educational and definately answered questions and led us in the right direction of what we were looking for in a doctor and surgical facility to do Hill's cleft repair. It was the beginning of our cleft journey and I hope I never forget to remember that day, it was humbling.
The appointment was on January 25th and pretty much changed my perspective on life, children, blessings, God, and many other things. I'm glad that day is over, but it still doesn't take away the reality of the sad things I saw in that hospital clinic or the memory of the hour and a half I stared at my child in that clinic, never looking up just thanking God repeatedly that he was healthy, that he was mine, that all the prayers that were said by everyone before he was even born were answered. It was a long day, an informative day, an emotional day. Chip was my rock. Hill was a trooper. I was a changed person.
I don't regret going to New Orleans to the Cleft Team, it was educational and definately answered questions and led us in the right direction of what we were looking for in a doctor and surgical facility to do Hill's cleft repair. It was the beginning of our cleft journey and I hope I never forget to remember that day, it was humbling.
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| Hill waiting at the New Orleans Cleft Team Clinic 13 days old |
The Perfect Sunday
Sunday was an awesome day! Chip played with Hill that morning and let me sleep until 9:30 am. I can't remember the last time I was able to do that. Thanks, Poo ~ I love you! We went to church and I guess since Hill was baptized last weekend he thought he was officially in the clear to jib jab and talk loud all through church. *sigh*
After church we went to Wal-Mart to grab a few things and as the produce guy was helping me bag my grapes Hill decided that the grapes looked like balls. So he starts yelling and pointing Ball! Ball! Ball! The produce guy was not amused. I guess Hill was 'that' kid that is annoying and the parents (me) didn't do anything about it. I just laughed. Seriously, you would be amazed at how many things look like a ball. The knobs on the cabinets in our kitchen, light bulbs, and my personal favorite...my boob. The other night Hill was in the bathtub and I didn't want to get my shirt all wet so I stripped to my bra and my genius son decides that my boob is a ball! Great, he's one. I can picture it now and it inevitably leads to public humiliation.
Anyway, back to my perfect Sunday...we went out to the Warrington's house to watch football with the Pope's and Pettit's. Hill and Harvey had a great time playing and it was finally beautiful and nice enough outside to ride in the wagon outside! Yay! Hill had a blast!
After church we went to Wal-Mart to grab a few things and as the produce guy was helping me bag my grapes Hill decided that the grapes looked like balls. So he starts yelling and pointing Ball! Ball! Ball! The produce guy was not amused. I guess Hill was 'that' kid that is annoying and the parents (me) didn't do anything about it. I just laughed. Seriously, you would be amazed at how many things look like a ball. The knobs on the cabinets in our kitchen, light bulbs, and my personal favorite...my boob. The other night Hill was in the bathtub and I didn't want to get my shirt all wet so I stripped to my bra and my genius son decides that my boob is a ball! Great, he's one. I can picture it now and it inevitably leads to public humiliation.
Anyway, back to my perfect Sunday...we went out to the Warrington's house to watch football with the Pope's and Pettit's. Hill and Harvey had a great time playing and it was finally beautiful and nice enough outside to ride in the wagon outside! Yay! Hill had a blast!
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| Thanks Mrs. JJ for pulling us around! |
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| Sweet Boys |
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| Handsome Harvey (love this picture) |
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| Cheese! |
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| Abby dog decided to get in on the fun! |
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| Hill's 2nd favorite word DOG! |
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| Whheee! I love the wagon! |
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| Off roading pushing the wagon through the grass |
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| Look At Me! |
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| Swinging |
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| Playing with Harvey's hat collection |
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