Gummy Boy Banana Saga

I swear I saw some teeth bumps the other day. I got all excited and took some "before" shots for his baby book. And then I downloaded them and zoomed in. Nothing. I see no bumps. Zach thought he saw them, too. Do you?

Nyah nyah- had us fooled. Little stinker with no teeth.
Not that I'm complaining.
We still love him.



THE BANANA SAGA
Once there was a baby who tried to feed himself for the first time.


He was stoked.

Until he realized...

his fine motor skills were severely underdeveloped.

"What are you laughing at?"


"Woe is me. Those things sure look yummy."


The End

Our Lucky Day

Mia:
Last night we set a trap to catch a leprechaun. It was just tall enough so that he couldn't climb out. We put in gold and chocolate to make him go in there. It turned out that the chocolate wasn't such good idea, since his hands got sticky enough to help him climb right out.
He left a note, and his teeny handprint is on there! He left the wrappers on the floor with chocolate on them. He gave us kites. Mine is a butterfly, Anya's is Tinkerbell, and Bree's is a dragon. (They chose these when they were on sale for Christmas at Costco. Zach was worried we'd come downstairs and find them fighting over which kite was whose, but so far they've never had a problem with that. So far... ;D)

Green shamrock pancakes! (They decided not to put on the green mint jelly I bought especially for them. Wonder why...)

Grandma sent a fun St. Patty's Day packages with lots of green and lots of sugar!!

The girls with their kites and the little leprechaun on the floor.

Match day was also today! We got there at 11 this morning and found out our new city at noon. We got our first choice, and we're thrilled!! We had Utah ranked first for a while, but realized our housing would be pretty bad since you have to live fifteen minutes from the U, and the program there isn't really a good fit. Ever since the interview, neither of us felt good about it, but we went ahead and ranked it second because being close to family has been such a priority. We don't think six hours is too bad, though. :)

Coming out of the closet...literally

So I have a confession to make.

We've been using our closet as a nursery for the last 8 months.


He can get his arms out of his swaddler, and sitting up is right around the corner, so last night, for the 8th anniversary of Kael's birthday, we decided it was time to get him out of his bassinett.

The reason we were using our closet?
We were trying to avoid this:


We were planning on putting him in with the girls, but he wakes up sometimes at 5am, which is just late enough to wake them up, too. He just eats for a few minutes and goes back to sleep, but at that hour- there's no way they would go back to sleep. So our toyroom is now the nursery/toyroom until we can get this kid to sleep longer.

Circumstance

So as you probably have heard, Zach and I are ALMOST on tenterhooks wondering where "The Computer" will decide to send us for residency this year. We find out on St. Patrick's Day in a ceremony at the school. They'll hand out a bunch of envelopes containing all the 4th year students' precious info, and we all open them together. Like a mass mission call! ;)

All this waiting for our fate to be decided has gotten me thinking. How much of my present situation is my doing? How did I get to where I am today?


I never thought growing up, that I would go on a mission. Was sure that I wouldn't once I had grown up. I met a guy prepping to go on a mission and thought- "I could totally do that." So I ended up in Italy. I met people, learned a language- but the country wasn't my decision.



I thought, in 2002, that I was marrying someone who wanted to be a musician. We met doing a musical, started dating after he wrote me a song, courted while participating in two choirs, and took voice lessons from the same teacher. I foresaw duets, serenades, and guitar lessons. A couple of years later, I found out I married someone who wanted to be a doctor. Two whole duets and seven years later cut to a husband at the kitchen table practicing stitches on a pig foot.


About ten months after Mia was born, we realized that if we started on our next baby right then, he/she would arrive before we moved to med school (then, like now, we only knew the time frame, not the state.) Yeah- Mia would still be young, but we'd have family around for support, I'd be familiar with my doctor, and our first two kids would be from our home state and really good buddies growing up. Six months later, cut to Zach and I half laughing half crying as the ultrasound tech started the session by saying "Weeellll, over here's the head of the first baby..."

We didn't choose Ohio either. When it came down to it, there was one option for med school, and it was OSU.

Kind of feels like I've been part of a tossed salad, bouncing around and landing in random places. Yet, here we are. Healthy. Happy. Hopeful. I've met some friends who I don't know how I ever could have done without, and who will now be a part of my life forever.

Where would I be if I'd been able to plan everything?

Lately Anya and Bree have been running around exclaiming "It's my lucky day! Hey- it's your lucky day!"

I kind of believe them.