Sunday, April 22, 2012

It's April 22. Eddy Waymon is 4 months old!

I so don't have a newborn anymore.

Aside from the fact that my arm is still sore from dancing with my guy at two, yes two, weddings yesterday, he is just growing up.

This month went by the fastest yet. Eddy is doing many fine baby things, like adding new sounds to his symphony of goos, hoos, and squeals. He has also discovered his feet and I'm certain it's only a matter of time before he learns what flavor his toes are. I'm thinking that his hands must taste like Butterfingers because he is constantly gnawing and sucking on them. He has started taking a music class where he is the youngest member of the 59 piece band comprised of 8 babies. He loves lying on top of the big drum and feeling the vibrations. I think he may also have a promising future as a maraca player. And, just as it was when he was in my belly, he loves mama/baby yoga. He thinks it's hilarious when mama does downward dog and tickles his belly with her hair!

We have the big 4 month check-up tomorrow and I'm guessing he is 17 pounds since at our 3 month visit he was 16 lbs, 7 oz. I will make a quick update to the post once we find out so be sure to check back!

Okay - here are the updated stats from today's checkup. Hold onto your hats.

- 18 pounds! That's right, I said EIGHTEEN! He is above the 95th percentile and our doctor pointed out that he weighs one pound more than her 9 month old. Awesome :)

- 26 inches in length, which means that he has grown 4 inches since birth and is in the 90th percentile. No wonder he sleeps so much. That sounds like hard work to me!

- And that beautiful head measures 17 5/8 inches, also above the 95th percentile. That measurement doesn't even take into account his cheeks!

Ooooweeee, I love my big, growing boy!

This month's picture was snapped this morning outside of the Alamo Drafthouse near our house.

FOUR! Hey, is he holding up four fingers? Genius I tell ya!

PS - In two months I will have a six month old. What tha???
PPS - I'm a math teacher, can you tell? Still got it!

Monday, April 16, 2012

20 weeks, 1 belly

Here's something I put together with the images taken by the brilliant Alison Eden. Not only can you see the amazing progression, you also get to see how bad my hair was after a long day at work on some weeks. And when we went in for our newborn shots at "week 40", I thought I was looking so good. Turns out I looked just like a new mom - puffy and sleepy. But really the most important part of that picture is the sweet little brand new Eddy.

I recently turned all of these pictures, along with the corresponding blog posts, into a book. I'm so happy that I have those memories from each week preserved. It's incredible to look back at some of the things I thought and to now see how it's all turned out. This little guy was already introducing us to his personality before we'd even seen his face.

That was a BIG belly! And yes, it was the very same shirt and pants the whole way through. I think week 39 is my favorite. I have a very peaceful look on my face. I was ready. That was T minus 2 days until we met our favorite boy.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Happy Birthday, Lucy!

Today, April 10, is our favorite girl's birthday. We have celebrated every year since we brought her home. I count the day she was born as one of the best days of my life because it brought her to us. She is an amazingly important part of our family. She made us a family. She's my best friend.

We spent the day doing all things Lucy. Eddy and I sprung out of bed at 8:00 sharp, threw Lucy's collar on her, and hit the sidewalk. We trekked straight to our park and played fetch until Lucy's pace told me she'd had enough. We all rested in the afternoon and then the 3 of us loaded up the car and picked Papa T up from work.

Lucy's happy place is Red Bud Isle so we introduced her little brother to the wonders of its shaded paths. It was a perfect spring night in Austin, we found a quiet cove for our family, and with tennis ball in hand, we tossed and Lucy swam to her heart's content.

After working up an appetite, we headed to our favorite dog-friendly restaurant, Freddie's, where Lucy ordered off the dog menu and Tim and I ordered human food. A lovely man at the neighboring table who appeared to be very stoned made Eddy's night by telling us, "Dude, seriously, your baby is cute as sh*t. I'm being serious." Thanks?

We then hoofed it (pawed it?) down the road and enjoyed a giant, delicious doughnut from Gourdough's for dessert.

Just like this day last year, Lucy got a stream of compliments about how beautiful she is. Maybe she really does hold her head up high and have a little glow around her on her birthday. Or maybe we are just so proud and in love that our glow shines down on her. I used to worry that once Eddy was born, Lucy wouldn't receive as many compliments. So not the case. She is still every bit the head-turner that she's always been.

It's amazing how just when my heart feels like it's going to burst, it just keeps stretching.

Love you, sweet girl.

Friday, April 6, 2012

A Good Friday indeed.

It was on Good Friday last year that we found out about a little poppy seed named Eddy. Of course, we didn't know it was Eddy at the time but we did know that we were already in love.

That day we thought it appropriate to go to church, sit in a place of warmth and love, and count our blessings. We had been praying long and hard for this little poppy seed and we just knew that this one was going to grow and thrive.

When you get down to the nitty gritty of how it all happens, it really is amazing. A miracle, I think. So many things have to go right in order for all of the parts of a human to be made and function. I will lie in bed and watch Eddy fall asleep and stare in wonderment at the fact that his little lungs are making his chest rise and fall and that I can feel his heartbeat with my hand. We made that. I grew that. Takes my breath away.

And, oh, that heartbeat. It is the essential part that needs to work. It's the first thing you see, as just a little blink, on an ultrasound that confirms there is a baby. It's the sound you have to hear to know that everything is okay. Up until the moment he came out, that heartbeat is everything. It still is. 

So again this year, we thought it appropriate to go to church, to sit in a place of warmth and love, and count our blessings - this time with our babe. The lump in my throat becomes too big to swallow when I think of that day last year. In my wildest dreams I could never have imagined that it would be this good.

Eddy, you have brought new meaning to the words Good Friday.

Seeing the little blink for the first time at week 7, nearly one year ago.