Bone Diddy

Jace is growing leaps and bounds everyday. And by growing, I mean GROWING!!! At 8 1/2 months, our 'little' boy is in the 93rd percentile for weight, at an astounding 23 lbs. He is in the 93rd percentile for height as well. Could we have a baller on our hands? Do I dare even hope? I am amazed at his constant transformations. While he's not quite crawling yet, he is getting around quite nicely by rolling and scooting...backward. I'll put him down to run the bath water and turn around to find him in the next room. The kid is as curious as can be. He wants to touch and explore everything. And inevitably, it all ends up in his mouth. Could this be the reason he's been sick ALL WINTER SEASON? We had another Primary Children's visit a few weeks ago and got to spend the night in RTU again...same room as last time...not so memorable. Jace had a bad case of RSV. Now, while they didn't have to cath him or spinal tap his back, they did have to stick the hose down his throat and into his chest SEVERAL times. I think they suctioned enough mucus to fill a small garbage bad. (Sorry for THAT visual:0) He came home on oxygen and had to wear it for three days afterwards. Boy, that was fun. He didn't try to pull that out of his nose every chance he could. Poor guy! Sometimes I wonder if he wonders what on earth he signed up for. His little (again, little is relative) body has been through so much. I hope we are through the worst of it.
I treasure his smiles, his coos, his slobbery kisses, and his sly looks. He is full of life and will undoubtedly give us a run for our money as he gets older. But he's worth it. Oh yes. He is definitely worth it.

sNOw BuNNy

Izzy and I are alike in many ways. We both love cheesecake, fish sticks, singing, reading, bubble baths, and playing outside. We love to play practical jokes, laugh really loud, snuggle, and hang with Scott. But there is at least one thing that is quite different about us. She LOVES the snow, and I, I do not. She'd be out playing in the snow everyday if I'd allow it. She loves the magic of it all. She loves to eat the fresh snow and make snow angels. She loves to build snowmen and hear the crunching sound under her feet. And most of all, she LOVES to go sledding. Lucky for Iz, Scotty is a really good sport and is always willing to play with her in the snow. He doesn't mind the wet, soggy, stinky, mess that inevitabley follows playing in the snow. He doesn't mind the frozen appendages, aching legs, runny noses, or windburned faces. He really is a 'dream' daddy.

So, I'll stay inside and make the hot chocolate. I'll clean up the wet mess. I'll take a hot bath with Iz to warm her up. And I'll snuggle with her after all is said and done and listen to her tell stories of how great her day of snow play was.

But, I'll definitely leave the icky play-in-the-snow-stuff to Scott.