Look who is two!

Henry turned two on May 24. He loved the cupcakes Grandma Patti made and enjoyed playing with Max and Zack. He is such a big boy I can hardly believe it. And, YEA, we have our nights back. Henry is in bed, usually SLEEPING, again by 8 or so at night, thanks to the (pediatrician-approved) gate we put on his door. Glad the bedtime struggles are a thing of the past.

Sweet baby Calvin . . .

I am so enjoying this newborn time with Calvin. He eats like a champ, goes 3 or 4 hours between feedings, and goes almost everywhere with me - even to a movie with me on Friday, our first date.

welcome baby calvin!

The timeline went something like this:
Thursday, 5/15/2008
5:25AM - Hmmm, I wonder if my water might have broke.
5:30AM - Just in case, I should take a shower.
5:45AM - I think I am in labor. I will have to wait to dry my hair.
5:46AM - "Val, we better get to the hospital."
6:00AM - We drop Henry off with his teachers in the parking lot of his daycare minus the shoes.
6:05AM - On the on ramp to the freeway - metered - stop, go, stop, go.
6:10AM - On route: things are getting serious!
6:15AM - Arrive at the hospital. I said something like - 'I would like an IV and an epidural right away.'
6:16AM - They realize the woman screaming is not in exam room 1, but exam room 3 - yep, that's me.
6:17AM - I am fully dilated and off to labor and delivery.
6:20AM - Dr. T arrives from out of nowhere. (I'm thankful he had a c-sect scheduled that morning.)
6:30AM - Calvin is born at 36 weeks. 8 pounds, 4 ounces, 20 1/2 inches. Whew.

Any day now . . .

I wonder why my back hurts?

the price of gas . . .

Like the rest of us, the price of gas is killing Henry. He is thinking about getting something more fuel-efficient.

Henry, 23 1/2 months

Henry loves to draw, color, and paint. He seems to be right-handed, and even holds a pencil like a big boy. He is talking more and more in sentences. Last night he asked me, 'my milk, where did it go?' Then he heard a noise and said, 'what was that?' Over the weekend, Grandma Patti was trying to put him to sleep. He told her she was singing too loud. When she sang more quietly, he said 'SSSSSHHHHH!'

36 weeks and the waiting has begun . . .

I had my week 36 appointment yesterday, and we are officially in waiting mode. No more terbutaline, and no more stopping contractions - when the baby decides to come, we are ready! Check back for more updates soon . . .