Happy 9 Months, Wells!

Wellsy,

You're 9 whole months. I was just a few weeks beyond nine months when you decided it was time to join our family outside of my body. I was 38 weeks, 5 days. And here we are, celebrating that we've been holding you in our arms for 9 months. 

This next month is sure to give us a crawler. You want to crawl so badly. You're ready. You get on your belly and try to pull with your arms. As Dad says, you may be a scooter like Mac. 

In your eighth month your palate has really expanded. Most of it is because of convenience (feeding you fresh bread at the table when I don't have puffs) and reality that I can let go a bit. 

Your voice is so sweet... and loud! Apparently you've discovered how to be heard. 

Bananas is still a favorite, and I can sneak in a veggie between your favorite fruits. 

You are in 12 month sizes, and you definitely nap 1-3. If we are home you'll snooze 9-11, and sometimes you'll catch a few zzzzzs in the car between those times. Everyone in the nursery- YMCA and church- loves to hold you. Mr. Terry always rocks you during the message, and you cried today when he had to give you up. I think it broke both of your hearts!

Reaching and grabbing happen every day, and you're great at feeding yourself puffs. Celebrate this victory with us :o)

We love you, buddy.

-mommy

M and P turn 3: Dear Paisley

Look at how much you and Mac have grown in your short little life. We are so incredibly blessed to have such amazing kiddos. From teeny preemie babies to big 3 year olds, what a trip this has been?!

Paisley Grace,

You are so completely hilarious. You make me laugh and cringe withing minutes of each other. You are so full of life, and it scares me sometimes. There isn't a lick of fear in your body, and if you want something, you get it done. You remind me of myself in this way.

You love love love cheese. You can't get enough. You're strong enough now to open the fridge, and we've found you sinking your teeth into a block of cheddar more than once. You absolutely adore your siblings. Rarely is any one of them alone because you're always a champion for any one of them. As I type this I am reminded how incredibly lucky we are that you cherish your siblings. Thank you for valuing them like this, Paisley. It makes my heart so happy to know you love your family so much.

I touched on food above, but you love salad... and chocolate milk... and mandarin oranges... and pizza. I always call you my Paleo eater except you just ate chick fil a sauce with a spoon. You love anything that Lilly Scott loves.

You sleep with two pink and white striped zebra lovies every night. One is held under your nose while you suck that hand's thumb. Recently you've been into what you wear, pulling bows out of your hair, doing anything you know I think is gross (and laughing), painting your toenails, dressing up, getting yourself dressed, changing panties 55 times a day, and watching for Daddy to come home in the afternoons.

Here are tidbits of your language:
bachum (until VERY recently) = water
Stotty = Scotty
'I want go with you'
'what you doing?'
'I yuh you'
cheeyos = Cheerios
'nine, ten, e, twelve' = e is eleven
Tada is said after every accomplishment
swim soup = swimsuit
wuvie = lovie
L is pronounced with a 'Y' (just like LS did!)
'Mommy turn it up!' to any music
th is pronounced with an 'F': teef

You were such a sweetheart during Mac's transitions with the cast. You were very cautious of him and his needs. We had to stay home, and you were (surprisingly) content most days. You cared for him and spent time with him throughout the day. 

You're in the same preschool as Mac, and you love it! Today, however, you told me 'teacher said I not listening.' I'm not surprised, really, but we definitely expect you to listen at school, young lady. ;o)

You potty trained very easily. We woke up from name one day in February, and I decided we would give it a go. We did, and I said 'tell mommy when you have to go potty' until it hurt. Within a few days you were going in the potty, and you've done well! You get busy and do not like to stop, but you don't have accidents. If you're the slightest bit wet, you change. So yes, I have at least half a dozen pairs of Minnie/Frozen/Princess/Hello Kitty undies to wash daily. 

You are absolutely beautiful inside and out. I LOVE being your mom, and I pray I will always be a safe place for you.

ALL my love, dear P.
-mommy

M and P turn 3: Dear Mac

Say it isn't so... these teeny, tiny babes have turned 3. The first birthday was bittersweet, the second they still were my little tots, and this third birthday has turned my babes into kids!

LOOK at this:

They've grown and changed so much in just this year. What fun personalities they keep sharing with us. What a ride we've been and are on with you two!

Mac,

Sweet, sensitive, and compassionate. You apologize when you are the one hurt. You ask 'you okay?' when someone is upset. You love Cars, Planes, Toy Story, any type of truck, CARBS in any form except with cheese, sweets (of course), playing Temple Run on dad's iPad, wrestling, safari animals, loud music, playing instruments, and so SO much more.

You don't like cheese, most vegetables, meat other than chicken tenders, being rushed, transitioning from screen time...

You have a sweet language all your own...
moof = movie
cuddles = covers (you ask for 'cuddles' every night as we tuck you in)
okay = yes
any 'L' sound is pronounced with a 'w': Paiswey, I wuv you
colors are Cars characters: red is McQueen
tars = Tarzan

We sing 'Life Is a Highway', 'You'll Be In My Heart' (Tarzan), Jesus Loves Me, and 'You've Got a Friend In Me' (Toy Story) every night after bedtime prayers. As I sing the 'Tars' song, you close your eyes and start to drift to sleep.

You have a completely sensitive soul. I love it when you're sweet and snuggly, but I also fail to be patient with your sensitivity when it isn't sweet or snuggly. I embrace all of you, and I am so thankful you're my sweet son.



This year you learned to walk again. Seeing you in that horrid body cast was a living nightmare. When I look back on the decisions I was lead to make about whether to even take you to the doctor, I am so sure that the Holy Spirit was with me. He protected you from further harm until I could come get you and take you to the doctor. From there we we got x-rays and then raced to the children's hospital ER.

You've yet to walk on Christmas Day. You were a late walker, and last year you had a spiral fractured femur. We all cross our fingers for a Christmas Day where you can walk down the stairs and fully enjoy the festivities.

I wasn't ready to enroll you in any program after our December. I had anxiety leaving you anywhere or with anyone for a while. You shared the anxiety. The first time I took you to the Y childcare, I spent more time in the hallway and checking on you than I did working out. I asked each of the staff about the other kids ages, activities, and your well-being. I was completely overprotective, but I didn't care. I still don't. You bet I am on top of your care and sometimes over respond when you fall.

I'm not at fault, but I struggle with feeling responsible for the pain you've lived. I didn't know to look into group activities, first aid certified teachers, or be overly involved in your whereabouts while in the care of a program. I'm sorry, Mac. This isn't the first or the last time I'll stumble, but it kills me to know I chose wrong in where to put you. It is my job to protect you, and I will be your champion always. After living this, I know better.

In our time at home we decided to potty train. The first go around we sent the girls to Nana's house. You weren't interested at all. You sat in pee and weren't phased. When we went to the potty we were both in tears by the end of the day. I waited about a month, and you initiated wearing underwear. You've done really well from there, and you even trained at night after a few months.

This summer you went to a program a couple days a week. It's at the same school where you now attend preschool. The teachers know me well there also. You love all your teachers. You have art, music, PE, crafts, snack, and play time. I am so thankful for this school to help us recover.

Before I start to get too teary, I will sign off. Thank you for these three amazing years, and I am so
excited to be a part of the molding of where your journey leads.

You are so full of sugar, and it is my prayer that you always know we are here for you. Always.
ALL our love,
mommy

Happy 8 Months, Wells!

You've almost been outside as long as you were inside my belly. I can't believe it's flown by so fast. Wait, I totally can, thanks to being a mom to your three older siblings. 

This month you've really grown and developed! You sit up all on your own, show frustration when I take something away from you, kick so hard you run out of breath, use your arm to make indian calls, laugh at our silly faces, grew TWO teeth, sit up in the grocery cart, and so many other things I know I'm forgetting. 

July 6- first tooth!

July 11- we have TWO teeth!

LOOK at your rolls! 

We are having your pictures made this week, and I'm so excited. I have your Beaufort Bonnet Company bucket hat and Dalton diaper cover ready to go. I'm also getting my baby rocking chair fixed for pictures as well. Big moments!

We went to the doctor a couple weeks ago for your eyes that have been irritated more often than not. While we were there you weighed 18#11. You also had an ear infection. That's three in a couple months, but that's all you've had since you've been born. I'm thankful for that, but these eye infections are pitiful. 

This weekend we put you in the bigger car seat. You've been ready for a while, but I wasn't ready for that graduation from a baby carrier- even though carrying you in it almost blew out my shoulder, you big boy. You loved the car ride in the big seat, and you sang a lot. 

Clothing wise you're in a 9-12 month, I guess. Poor thing, you just wear whatever hand me downs I've grabbed out of storage. Fortunately Mac has the best of wardrobes so you're dressing in the cutest apparel. I promise. 

This month you've eaten butternut squash, pears, prunes, greek yogurt, green beans, and peas. You loved the first batch of peas, but this week you aren't a fan. I was surprised of your love for green beans (the first batch, anyway), but who knows what'll happen next week.

We went to Gatlinburg with Ms. Mary and Landry the first week in July. Last year on our trip you and Landry were in our bellies. 

Lastly, you sleep like a champ. This is how you sleep, sweet boy. I know you're tired when you start humming. As soon as I lay you down your arm goes over your eyes like this, and you drift off to sleep. Melt.my.insides.

We are so excited for the relationship you and Mac will develop as you get older and maneuver more. My baby is quickly growing up, but our road ahead is bound to be an absolute blast.

I love you SO much, Wells! 

-mommy