Drew at 2 months
Drew checking out the big duck.
Look at those little rolls on her thighs already!
Drew modeling the Stanford gear.
Look at Trevor's scrawny legs - in his defense he was only about 3 weeks old in this picture.
Dealings with a new baby girl, and a father who HAD Leukemia.
Look at those little rolls on her thighs already!
A fair amount of stuff has happened since I last blogged. On January 29, we finally got the much-anticipated, long ago ordered furniture for Trevor's room. Ryan and I set to putting the crib together after dinner and, needless to say, Trevor got to bed pretty late that night because we kept messing up the steps and doing things wrong - how frustrating. Here are some pics of the work in progress (Trevor was doing his best to help which was quite distracting) and the finished product.
Trevor is still filled with brotherly love for Drew and during his recent horrible cold (see how chapped his poor face is) we had to really work with him to get him to not kiss her in the face.
I went back to work on Saturday, February 3rd. My day was pretty easy but things got ridiculously busy as soon as Ryan brought the kids up for dinner. They had to wait around for an hour until I could rush back to feed Drew. Then I was up almost all night and Ryan had a rough night too. Not only did Drew get up but Trevor woke up too! That happened another night that I worked too. Poor daddy! Drew is doing well with the bottle but does seem to enjoy her evening meal when she comes to see mommy. We weighed her at work when she was 6 weeks old and she was already tipping the scales at 10lbs 1 oz. She had an appointment today for a kidney ultrasound because her beans looked big on her prenatal ultrasound just like her brother. If they still look big, I think we just repeat an ultrasound at 6 months unless she gets a urinary tract infection or something.
Trevor is really starting to get an imagination. Twice this week he has played some sort of doctor game with this big yellow duckie. He lays the duckie on its side in the bathroom and I can't remember what words he uses but you get the distinct impression that it is sick or injured. He then runs back and forth from the playroom to fix it. First, he brings in the orange and purple thing (a toy that attaches to the highchair) and uses is sort of as a stethoscope. Then he brings his fireman bag and gets the ax out and hits the duck with it (I asked if this was hurting or helping the duck and he says it is helping). Then he pretends to pour water on it from his sippy cup and then rights the duck back up and declares that it is "fixed". We were cracking up, especially as he ran back and forth out of the room. Perhaps he is going to follow in his mother's footsteps.
The house is coming along well. We are about a week away from the drywall going up. This week they wired for the central vacuum and all the computer and sound stuff. We picked out our lights and fans. I think the only thing left is carpet and knobs and handles. We are also working to get our current house ready to put on the market.
That's it for now. It is time for me to feed Drew again...