One Years Old

Today my teeny Crush turns ONE. I went into labor on the 2nd of July, 3 days after Soldier Boy left for Afghanistan. I was playing with the kids in my mom's back yard. I noticed the contractions, but wrote them off as Braxton-Hicks and continued to do what I normally do...

I can't believe how much Sprout has matured since this picture. She's a big girl now.


Yeah, I was poppin' squats all morning as I took pictures of the kiddos. Labor be damned.

This was the first picture I saw of Crush. I was still in recovery from the surgery and I sent my mom to take a picture of him with my shitty camera phone. The nurses took some pictures with a digital camera and printed them for her to bring to me. I was glad he was alive, but this picture was very scary.

This is the first time I held him. We fed him with the oral syringe that is laying there. His first meal was 4 ccs of breastmilk. Look how teensy his head is!

He had jaundice pretty badly, so he spent a lot of time under the lamps wearing his shades. His preemie diaper looks HUGE on him.

Here's the original post from Heather, announcing his arrival. And here's my description of the events surrounding his exciting entry into the breathing world.

He's not so furry anymore. He's got a huge head, broad shoulders, and chunky thighs. He weighs about 22 pounds (whereas Sprout weighs about 27). He loves his daddy, thinks napping is a serious sport, and terrorizes the cat as much as possible. He is All. Boy.

Currently he is staring out the back door, alternating between growling at whatever he sees out there and smushing his face against the glass. I will post current pictures of him later today.

I can't believe my baby is ONE today!