Excited...

We're really excited around our house lately...

Any guesses why?

8 months

Carlos, you are 8 months old!

We are loving this age.

You keep us on our toes always

(because you are chasing after us all the time!)

 Notice your shirt?

 I wanted to leave it on for 2 reasons:

1.)because everybody reports for spring training tomorrow

2.)to remember you just as you are...always

drooling and dirty!

Also, some people out there may notice that your bed looks weird.

This is why...

 You pull up on everything these days!

We didn't want you jumping ship just yet.

 JJ likes to tease you because you NEVER sit still,

and when somebody holds you, you bounce yourself up and down.

This month we tried some solids...

So far, you haven't been impressed.

But ice cream...

You love ice cream!

For some reason, half way through this month, you decided not to nurse any more.

I'm still not exactly sure what happened, but we're both learning to live with it.

Most would consider 7.5 mo without formula quite and accomplishment, even if I figured we'd make it longer.

We are guessing you weigh about 19 lb.

You are 28 in.

You wear size 3 diapers, 6-9 mo clothes

and never wear shoes because we can't find the right fit.

(You'll learn eventually that shoes are highly over rated)

You are very nosey...

this is how you like to ride around Target

 Speaking of Target,

Daddy finds this hilarious...

I'm not a big germ-a-phobe,

but I draw the line at licking the buggy.

YOU ARE DETERMINED TO LICK EVERY BUGGY YOU RIDE IN!

You have the uncanny ability to find and chew every gross thing known to man.

And, when I try to intervene IT IS ON!

Daddy laughs at us always.

This month you had your first Valentines day,

you loved your balloon.

(and I didn't take a picture of it...bad mommy)

Well, another month is gone.

We love you so much.

You keep us smiling and thankful!

Bad Day/Good Day

Today was a bad day.

It started at 2:30am with a boy who woke up.

Then there was the other boy whose throat hurts and wanted to stay home.

30 minutes late to work, and it's busy...

All rooms full, what was up 9 mo ago, crazy busy.

Then there's the pt that won't cooperate.

A career as the Walmart greeter is starting to look appealing,

preggo's are highly over rated kind of day.

I told one of my Dr's to leave my patients room today.

I didn't like what he was about to say.

Dr's aren't right :)

Then, just when giving up started to seem like a good idea,

when we started getting a little silly and singing songs at the desk.

When it got to laugh, because you don't have time to cry...

I delivered a baby.

With my own two hands.

Days are crappy sometimes.

But they can't be too bad when you "catch" a new life.

Hold up a new baby and let it meet it's mommy for the first time.

I'm exhausted tonight

Exhausted and thankful for perspective.

Tonsils

Today ACE had his tonsils out.

I could live the rest of my life without having to send one of my babies to the OR again.

When I blogged about Carlo's surgery, I had lots of cute pictures and a nice story...

today was way different than that.

Ace knew what was coming.  

He did not want to part with his tonsils.

(He's never heard himself trying to sleep.)

So, we farmed Bug out to Uncle J, so he could take her to school this am, and the rest of us spent the night at Gram and Grandpa's house.  We wanted to be closer to the hospital and to not have to mess with getting Carlos out of bed at 5:30am.

Once we arrived at the surgery center Ace shut down.

He sat on the bed, covered himself up with his hooded blanket and watched Power Rangers on my phone. 

He refused to speak to anybody.

Thankfully, we had a lot of familiar faces...

our pre-op nurse lives in the house behind Gram and Grandpa, and the Anesthesiologist is one that I have worked with since I started in L&D.

Our lovely Pastor J was there in time to pray with us over Ace and the Dr. and nurses and sat with Hubs and I while we waited.

The procedure went great!

We learned that Ace had the same problem Carlos did waking up after the anesthesia. 

(Mommy will take a sleepy kid over a screaming kid any day!)

Our post op nurse took great care of us too, and after about and hour and a half we were headed home...where he slept, literally, all day long.

He's been a trooper.

I hate to see him hurting and not feeling well,

but am trusting everybody we've talked to who has been through this before us that it'll be worth the hassle to feel better, and hopefully sleep better too!