it's the little things...

Buns!  Five months!  December was a big one.  Your first Christmas!  So fun even though you didn't really know what was going on.  People loved visiting with you and you were so good.  Smiles all around.  You met Santa and were so chill.  You just chewed on your hands, as if you meet celebrities everyday.  You also got to stay in a hotel for the first time.  No wild parties from you.  Your sister was another story...  So eating.  Sigh.  I don't know, kid.  It seems to me like you're starting to wean yourself.  And I think I realized that the day after the hospital called and I renewed the lease on the pump for another 2 months.  Oh, well.  We'll see how it goes.  You're probably 50/50 on formula and breastmilk now.  I'm glad that you easily take bottles and that you haven't seemed to have digestive issues with the formula.  Just troublesome gas sometimes but that's the name of the game with babies, it seems.  In a matter of weeks we'll be st

So we've been living here, oh, almost six months.  Nary a post about this new house.  Can I even still call it new?  It's not new but it was new to us.  Can I stick with the newlywed 1-year rule?  Yes?  Ok.  Here's our new house.  Let me warn you that the pictures are tiny.  I was very pregnant when I was saving these off the online listing and didn't do a great job.  Bygones. Yeah, this house is obviously a little different from the last one.  Bigger, less character.  But it's also newer and is in a great neighborhood.  Don't get me wrong--I loved the old place.  But while the neighborhood had good points it also had some sketchy ones.  This one is lovely and wooded (although our lot isn't so much).  It's conveniently located right between my family and my in-laws.  It shaves about 5 minutes off Hubby's commute.  Ooh, ahh.  And we switched to a different daycare where Chicken is thriving.  Good all around.  I do want to rip out almost all

Buns, Buns, Buns.  A third of a year.  Gone already. I think the main theme of November was illness.  Funny, when I typed that the first time I wrote "Illness" with a capital I.  Indeed.  Your sister actually started getting sick a few days before Halloween and at least 2 of us have been sick ever since.  It has been awful.  We've been to the doctor a lot.  Today your sister is doing ok, Daddy is the worst off, and you and I have some lingering stuff going on.  You have your allegedly well-baby 4-month visit on Monday. Speaking of, I'll have to update this then with accurate height and weight.  You are definitely longer, though.  And I already know you weigh more than your sister did at this point.  But you do seem to be thinning out a little bit already.  Your cheeks are thinner but that's not saying much.  They were pretty chubby right off the bat.  UPDATE:  Actually, you're about the same weight as your sister was as you lost a little weight since

We've all been sick.  I mean, all of us.  First the Chicken, then Hubby, and me, and finally Buns.  I think everyone has turned the corner.  Even me, who seemed to have turned away from the corner after Saturday...  Goodness.  There's nothing sadder than a hoarse infant.  And probably not much that's more exhausting than everyone being sick at once--especially if you're the breastfeeding mom.  Sheesh.  Anyway, just a quick little post here to say that this didn't stop me from participating in the Gritty Goddess mud run on Saturday with lots of my favorite ladies.  It's a 5k obstacle course for women only.  Nearly all of us were mud run virgins so doing a girls' race seemed to be a good intro.  We had planned this for about 2 months.  I harassed people into doing it.  We came up with a team name (Bast's Bodacious Babes, based on our wave's name) and then designed and made t-shirts.  So, yeah, even though there were at least 2 illnesses and an injury

Dear Buns, My excuse for being a day late this month is that we're all sick.  I thought you were going to escape it but last night you started coughing and had a little congestion.  It didn't make for a great Halloween. So October.  You've gotten bigger (on the 15th you were 23.25" and 13 lb 9 oz) but it seems like you're already thinning out a tiny bit.  I think your cheeks and thighs may be slightly less chubby.  And you are more alert.  You are generally very happy and kicky and chatty when you're awake.  Until, you know, you get hungry or tired.  But I'd say you're a happy baby.  You still have the best smiles, and the day before you turned 3 months you laughed for the first time.  A real laugh, not a squeal.  You also continue to really enjoy chewing on your hands and fingers.  Haven't found those feet yet, though.  You love looking at faces, including your sister's. We took our first group pictures with your cousin.  It was fun

I know there is absolutely no reason for you to be (given the infrequency of posts), but are you still here?  Does anyone read this besides me?  Just curious.  Would it help if I said I was going to try to post a house photo tour soon? How about kitchen reno progress? And, for the first time, a prompt monthly letter to Buns tomorrow? Anyone?  Anyone?  Surely I'm not the only one who procrastinates at work once in awhile...

Dear Buns, I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever get one of these written and posted on the actual day you turn another month older.  To be fair, you were born on the 31st.  You don't realize it yet but not every month has 31 days.  I didn't even think about this until last month and decided I would take your pictures on the last day of each month. In some ways that's easier and in others a little more complicated.  In other words, it's exactly like you. During your second month you have remained a very good eater.  Yesterday you weighed 13 pounds (thirteen!) and we're 22.5" long.  I think they underestimated your length, however.  We'll see next time.  I looked back and your sister was exactly this length but weighed less than 11 pounds.  You're a big, healthy guy.  One interesting note--your pediatrician estimates that you'll be 5' 10.5" based on Mama and Daddy's heights.  That's not too bad. In addition to being