Cole Henry James

February 12, 2015 I was overwhelmed. Jason had a late meeting and Luke and Delilah were crazy. I thought to myself I would never be able to hand a third kid and then I freaked out and had to take a pregnancy test just to make sure I wasn't pregnant. We were not trying and in fact were pretty sure we were done having kids. I just got this feeling. I went to take a test as soon as the kids were out of their bath I went in and took a test. It was positive. I was shocked. I was freaking out. I didn't know how Jason would react. But at the same time I was unsure, I've never have had a baby without having a miscarriage first. Being that it was almost Valentines Day and he would be out of town, I wrapped up the pregnancy tests. When I gave them to him he didn't believe it. I guess I didn't really either! As the weeks went on and I was still pregnant it became real. Then the headaches and nausea set in. Jason was out of town on the weekends and super busy with taxes during the week. Thank goodness my parents had just moved within 10 minutes of me because there were days I had to ask them to bring the kids dinner because I couldn't get up.

The pregnancy progressed well. We decided not to find out what it was. That was hard, but kind of fun too. I kept expecting complications in the pregnancy like I had with Delilah. I got very tired of work. I kept hoping I would get taken out early but things just kept going good! I finally finished up my last day at work and the next day I went into the doctor and my blood pressure was fine. The next day Jason and I volunteered in Luke's class before my non stress test. As soon as we were done we headed to the hospital for my test. My blood pressure was very high. 150's/90's. My doctor decided to admit me to the hospital. We were there for 5 hours until I could get it back down to an acceptable level. Monday I took Delilah out for a fun day. Tuesday I volunteered for picture day at Luke's school. It was 4 hours of being on my feet. I was exhausted by the end of it. I went home and had lunch then picked up the kids. My dad was coming over to watch them while my mom and I went to another non stress test. The kids were weird when I left. They never cry. Especially with my dad. Well Delilah was crying and freaking out. Luke was upset that I wasn't hugging him before I left. It freaked me out. I called Jason on the way and said I have a bad feeling. I felt like the kids could sense something was up and that I wasn't coming home.

September 22, 2014
I go in for my non stress test. My blood pressure is 180/100. They admit me to the hospital again. This time they say I will not be going home that night for sure. Jason had to come from work to the hospital while my mom went to go home and deal with my kids. I had the worst nurse for the first couple hours. She couldn't get an IV in. She jacked my arm up. She poked me 4 times before she got my favorite nurse from the Friday before, Valerie. Valerie was able to get a line in right away. They started giving me some meds to bring down my blood pressure. IV and oral. Once I got settled in I sent Jason home. I told him to go see the kids and get his stuff. While he was gone I got so sick. One minute I was fine and the next I was so dizzy and nauseous. Apparently all my meds at once had kicked in and bottomed my blood pressure out. Once they got it all figured out I felt better. They stopped the IV meds and were just doing oral and they cut my dose down. There I settled in for the night and tried to get some sleep (which of course I didn't sleep at all). The next day my blood pressure was down a bit. The doctor wanted to continue to watch me for a little bit before sending me home. It seemed like every time they were getting close to deciding if I could go home my blood pressure would spike. It is now Wednesday September 23rd and I really wanted to go home. The doctors hope was to send me home for a few days. We really wanted to get to 37 weeks. Wednesday night it just got high again despite my meds. Thursday morning was more of the same. My doctor came in and said we no longer were going home at all. That I was going to be there until Monday when is the earliest she wanted to do the delivery. She said it wouldn't hurt to have a perinatologist come do a consultation. At that point I sent Jason to go get himself some food and run errands. My mom was there with me when not 10 minutes later the nurse came in and said the perinatologist talked to my doctor and did not want to wait any longer they wanted to deliver immediately. Because I had just eaten breakfast they wanted to wait until 5pm to do the surgery. The perinatologist came in and said that she was really scared to wait at all and if I had one more high blood pressure (which was  186/112 that morning) she didn't care about the breakfast she wanted me to deliver immediately.

I never had another super high bp that day so we just spent the day pretty nervous about having an early baby later that day. We had some of the best nurses during our stay prior to the delivery (aside from the first one!). They warned us that the baby most likely would be in the NICU. We had to do an ultrasound before delivery just to make sure the baby was big enough. They gave an estimate of 6 lbs. 13 oz with a + or + 13 oz. The tech himself estimated it to be 6 lb 8 oz. Finally it was time to go  in to the OR. Except this time they made me walk into the OR myself. Being that I've had 2 other c sections at the same hospital, this was weird. I had been wheeled in both times. This time I had to walk to the elevator and into the room myself where I stepped on a stool and got on the bed all on my own. It was so weird to me.

My surgical nurse Erika. She was the best. She was very calming to me. She had a little girl around the same age as Delilah and we talked about our girls. They seemed very similar. She asked what I thought this baby was and I said boy! They get me prepped for surgery and bring Jason back in and they got to work. I was so scared about what was about to happen. Not the surgery, just scared that my baby would not be well. They told Jason when they were about to pull the baby out. He took a video. I watch that video all the time. When they announce that its a boy I cry every single time. It was the greatest surprise! He was quiet at first. Nothing like Delilah who screamed bloody murder. While they were cleaning him up and finishing up my surgery they noticed that he would occasionally forget to breathe. That was enough for him to go to the NICU. I was devastated. Jason went with the baby and they took me to recovery. I was a mess. I just wanted my baby. The two nurses were so nice. I found out there that my nurse Erika was pregnant so we talked about that before she had to go to another patient. Jason came down to check on me. He said the baby was really cute. I was just so upset he couldn't be with me. Both of my other two births as soon as I was in recovery the babies got to be with me. After a couple hours they decided to roll my bed into the NICU so I could see and hold my baby. Just thinking about it makes me cry. I got to hold him and I didn't want to let him go. Leaving him was the hardest thing I've ever and to do.

I got to my room and immediately asked for a pump. I had a NICU baby I needed to get him some colostrum! While the nurse was off to get me a pump I got very sick. I was puking and just felt awful! But once she got there with the pump I was determined. I pumped my very first time and got 23mls! Thats almost an ounce my first time out. The nurses were freaking out. Normally its only a few mls that you will get the first time. Jason took the milk up to the NICU. He took pictures of my precious baby for me. I started pumping every 3 hours and I never got that much again LOL.  Every time I pumped Jason would take it up and check on the baby for me.

5:30 am the next morning they came to see if I could get out of bed. I said can I please go see my baby? So my nurse got me a wheelchair and I went up to see him. I try to get him to latch on the breast and we ended up working with one of sweet lactation consultants that helped me with Delilah. He seemed to be latching and nursing well. I went up 5 more times that day to see my sweet boy. Just sitting here thinking about it brings tears to my eyes. It was the most painful thing I've ever done in my life. This recovery was awful. I'm pretty sure going up to the NICU 6 times in a 12 hour period was not making it easier. The kids couldn't go to the NICU, and they didn't even know we had the baby. My mom and dad had taken them to McTeacher night at McDonalds for our school at the same time we were having Cole. Luke had a couple tests the next day and we know our boy well and know that he needs to focus and not have any distractions, so we decided to not tell them. Jason picked them up from school early and my mom came with me to the NICU and we waited for the kids to show up and we showed them the baby from the window. They were so excited! We then went down to my room and visited with them for awhile and Jason showed them the video of the birth.

Later that night after the kids had gone back we went back to the NICU. The nurse wanted to check me but said we could go up for a bit. Well the nurse had to call me back down because I didn't want to leave him! The nurse in the NICU came by and said she was just waiting on the doctor to release Cole and that if I promised to give some formala if needed then he could come down with me. With pumping and tube feeding and nursing I don't think we really had to give him formula. Whats funny is I can tell you exactly how much formula Luke got (8mls) and how much Delilah got (1 ounce total) but Cole I have no idea! I don't know how much they gave him in the NICU and how much we gave him in our room. I'm pretty sure we didn't give him much if any in room because I was pumping a decent amount. Anyway, the nurse assured me he was ready to be with me in the room and they would bring him down shortly so I rushed back down to the room to get my little exam done and take my meds and get ready for my baby. Not long after they brought him in. We were so in love. We kept saying he was the cutest baby we've ever had (although I still stand by the fact that I think they look exactly alike). We just kept working on nursing and I really felt it was going good. Then the crying began. This kid cried all night long. At some point Jason just took him for a walk for a couple hours up and down the hall over and over again. He finally calmed down and was a pretty good baby after that.

They let us leave on Sunday even though he had gone from 6 lb 1 oz down to 5 lb 6 oz. We had frequent weight checks at the pediatrician's office and the lactation support group. It got to the point where he couldn't latch very well. We were doing SNS (tube feedings along the breast) and finger feedings. Our lactation consultant was concerned there was a tongue tie. Honestly to me that made sense. Luke wouldn't nurse and has speech problems but I didn't know about tongue ties back then so once I learned I always assumed he had one. Our pediatrician said no he did not have one. I was a bit shocked but went with it. That was a Friday. Monday Cole just seemed very uncomfortable and was not pooping. He wasn't latching and we were doing mostly finger feedings at that point. I had an appointment with another lactation consultant the next day but decided to call the doctor to see if we could come have him checked. They only time our doctor could see us was the same time I had an appointment with my doctor so I went with a nurse practitioner instead. When we weighed Cole he had lost a little bit of weight. Friday he had been 5 lb 8.6oz and Monday he was 5 lb 8.2 oz. She was concerned. I explained that I didn't think he was nursing correctly and I thought he might have a tongue tie because when we did a finger feeding his tongue would not come out of his mouth. She looked and agreed it looked like a tongue tie. I told her that our doctor (in her office) did not think it was. She said that they had another doctor in their office that specializes in them and he would come take a look. He walks in takes a look and says wow this a bad one, can you wait a few minutes and I will fit you in to get it cut right now? UM YES! Yes I can wait all day if you need me to. I just wanted to get it fixed. The procedure itself was quick and Cole barely cried. The part that was awful was the next 5 days where we had to put lots of pressure under the tongue twice a day. It was hard because it made him cry worse than the cutting itself!!! So that was Monday morning and we met with the new lactation consultant the next day and she tried to work with us a little. By Wednesday I was over it. We both cried at every feeding. I was so close to giving up. I didn't even want to pump. I just wanted to do formula and call it. I had so much support from so many friends that just kept encouraging me to keep going. Well Wednesday night he just latched. It didn't hurt and he was drinking. Now in the beginning when he lost weight I was very cocky. I said to the pediatrician and nurses don't worry he will gain 2 oz a day soon enough. My other two all lost weight in hospital but gained 2 oz a day not long after and kept gaining until they were little chunks. Not my Cole. He stayed small for awhile. But by 2 months he was gaining 2 oz a day and was putting some meat on his bones. Now at 4 months 3 weeks, he is 15 lbs. 10 oz which is right on with both the other two! Luke was 15 lb 11 oz at 5 months and Delilah was 15 lb 6 oz. He is seriously so chunky. I absolutely love it.

He has given me a run for my money. He is a puker. Like every day all day long. He is gassy too. He seems to get very fussy when I have dairy. But he is the sweetest baby. From day 1 he was just a sweet precious thing. Now at 5 months he laughs a lot, smiles all the time, and if one of his siblings is crying he gets the saddest face and cries right along with them. Our days and nights are crazy but I wouldn't change it for the world. I'm really just focusing on loving every minute of it because it is official that we will not be having anymore kids. Not that I can imagine having another with our crazy nights but I would love one more. Another girl to even it out right? Unfortunately they think it is just too dangerous for me to have another with how the pregnancies have progressively gotten worse for me. Lucky me I have my two sweet boys and one sassy girl to keep me busy and I don't have to think about how just 1 more baby would be good (because I know me 1 is never enough I will always have this baby feeling!).

Delilah Grace Marie

Yes I'm still alive! I can't believe its been over 2 and half years since my last post. I look at the pictures of Luke from the last post and I have no idea who that baby boy is. Now he is a kid. Actually he is a sad kid these days because a bunch of his friends moved on to kindergarten and he wants to go so bad. He asks all the time am I going to kindergarten soon? I'm not sure how he will handle it once he turns 5 and has about 5 more months before school starts. He thinks he can go once he turns 5!

So there has been some major things going on in our house since my last post. Basically I stopped posting about 5 months after we had started trying to get pregnant with baby number 2. And it took another 15 months of trying but we finally had a precious baby GIRL! She is now almost 7 months old so its not so new anymore. My pregnancy was awful. I was sick constantly. Weeks 6-13 were terrible. I had the worst headaches every day and I was pretty much sick and not wanting to eat. Then one week after that I got sick for the first time. I was pretty much sick the whole time. Colds, sore throats, high blood pressure and so much other stuff. I swore I would never want to do that again! The good part about my pregnancy was Luke. He was so excited. We hadn't told him I was pregnant because I had a miscarriage the month before I got pregnant and I had told him then so I wanted to make sure this time was for real. At our 10 week appointment he came with us and the doctor did an ultrasound and none of us said what it was but he looked at the screen and said is that a baby? So we told him. He was so excited he just wanted to keep looking at the ultrasound. He immediately named the baby Steve. I had made Jason a promise years ago when we found out what Luke was, that we would not find out for the next one. Well Jason agreed we really needed to find out so we could prepare him just in case Steve wasn't a boy! Well about a week into it Luke started saying the baby was a girl. Knowing Jason's family history of all the men only having boys I would try to tell Luke it was probably going to be a boy but he insisted it was a girl. When we went into the ultrasound we closed our eyes and didn't find out. We had the tech write down what it was on three different cards and in our card she also put a picture of what it was. We were having our friends over the next day for pumpkin carving so we decided to have a reveal and all find out together. Jason and Luke went to Babies R Us and picked out a boy outfit and a girl outfit and had them wrap it, then they had a cake made with pink or blue filling. After we ate dinner with our friends we brought out the gift and let Luke open it. I was doing a video on my phone so I didn't see it right away but everyone was screaming! Luke was right and it was a girl! Jason and I didn't believe it. It took weeks for it to sink in. I even had to see a perinatologist at 37 weeks and they did an ultrasound for sizing and checking for any problems and I told the tech please tell me if it really is a girl because they said it was and I don't believe it! He looked and said yes that is definitely a girl! That was the best surprise and totally worth the 20 month wait to get pregnant! 

My birth story:

I didn't really think I was going to have a birth story this time. My perinatologist said he did not want me to go past 39 weeks and they told me she was going to be a big baby and there were just some other things going on that a repeat c section seemed like a good idea. Luke came at 37 weeks and 5 days. I was really hoping the baby would too. I was so ready for her to be here. I was miserable. I got taken out of work at 35 weeks because of my blood pressure and I had to go to the hospital once to be monitored for blood pressure and I was having contractions every 2-4 minutes and they had to give me some medication to stop them. Then at my next weekly visit with the doctor my mom came with me and Luke and the doctor said she really didn't think I would make it another week. She thought I was going to go into labor that weekend. Well I didn't. And I didn't the next week either. I was so miserable but we finally set the date to have a c section for March 11th. I finally was at peace with the fact that she wasn't coming early like Luke and was happy it was planned and I could drop Luke off at school on Monday before heading to the hospital. The Friday before I took Luke out on an all day adventure as my friend Loralyn's housekeeper came and cleaned my house top to bottom! The next day I woke up and here we are in the middle of tax and baseball season and Jason has a game then wanted to work since he would be taking off the next week. So Luke and I were home all day. I just wasn't feeling right. I was having contractions but they weren't very consistent. My parents came to visit and when they went home Luke and I went to take a nap in my bed. I woke up at 5pm and he was still asleep so I turned on the tv in the room and Friends was on. It was the episode where Rachel was past her due date and was miserable. I was laughing so hard. I don't think it would have been as funny if I wasn't so ready to be done! While laying there I started having some contractions. Same as I had been for weeks just figured it would be just long enough to be annoying and go away. Well when Luke woke  up and we made our way out to the living room and I made him some dinner and that is when the contractions just seemed a little different. Now at this point I was pretty sure we were having a baby sooner than Monday. Jason got home at 8:30 that night and we were going to watch a show and hang out but at that point I was really having contractions pretty consistently so I told him he better go get some sleep since he had been gone working and doing baseball for 12 hours. So there I sat in the living room by myself trying to keep myself occupied. The contractions came on pretty strong. By 1am they HURT! I was moaning and groaning so loud that even my husband who usually won't wake up for anything heard me and came out. He instantly freaked and said we have to go to the hospital I don't want you having a baby here. So he called the hospital and they told him no. I had to have contractions 4 minutes apart for 2 hours. They told him to tell me to get some sleep. I'm sorry but that nurse must have never had a baby before. I tried to lay down and at the first contraction I was out of bed and on my knees in so much pain. Now with Luke I had pitocin and waited for 3 hours until I got the epidural and I just got it because everyone was annoying me at that point and I thought I better get it before it was too late. I didn't probably need it at that point. This time was completely different. I don't know what the heck was wrong but the pain was so awful. My thighs burned every contraction. It was bad. I was trying to blow dry my hair after my shower and I decided I could no longer wait and called my parents who live 45 minutes away and said hurry up. We had to wait until they got there to leave. My mom tried to tell me to focus on something and I just about ripped her head off. I was not in the mood! Contractions in the car are super fun too. But nothing as good as when we got to the hospital and they are trying to get me to spell my name and tell them all sorts of info. Are you freaking kidding me? I can't move and you want me to spell things for you and talk like normal? I was so mad! They checked me when I got there and I was at 5. My doctor got there and said they couldn't take me quite yet as they were finishing up a c section. She said lets check you if you are at a 10 I will let you push. I just wasn't prepared for that at all. I was in so much pain and I was terrified the baby was over 8lbs! Luckily I was still at a 5 and they said we could prep to go into surgery because they were done. So we got into the OR and the anesthesiologist gave me the spinal block. Oh my gosh! Can we say amazing!!!! Instant relief. It was amazing. This time since I didn't have an epidural on board and then extra drugs on top of that I wasn't nauseous and tired like I was with Luke. At 9:21am on Sunday March 10th a whole day before she was supposed to come Delilah Grace Marie came out screaming louder than anything I have ever heard. All of the doctors and nurses were talking the whole time and they all shut up when this girl came out! I was nervous something was wrong with her. Luke never ever ever cried that loud ever! She is ear piercing! The next thing I was anxious about was how much did she weigh? I kept asking Jason and he said they hadn't done that yet. Finally he comes over and says 6lb 3 oz and 18.5 inches! Are you kidding me? I was worried about a giant 8lb baby and she was barely over 6! She was tiny. Not as tiny as Luke but still so tiny. Jason went off with her while they finished my surgery. When I finally got out into recovery Jason made them bring her over to me. He said she had screamed for 45 minutes and he just wanted to get her to me. Once they brought her over she latched right on the boob and was completely content and that is where she has been for the last almost 7 months! She is a perfect nurser the complete opposite of Luke and I am thrilled. It is an amazing bond that I feel I didn't get with Luke. Delilah is a mama's girl that is for sure. She could be happy with Jason playing and smiling and I walk by and she instantly freaks if I don't come get her. She is still like that! I have a love hate relationship with it. I love it so much but its so hard when I can't get anything done or spend some time with Luke.
Oh and Luke is seriously the best big brother ever. He loves Delilah so much. He can't get enough of her. He is my big helper and loves every minute of it. It is actually awesome having them 4 years apart. He can "watch"  her while I run outside to throw laundry in or I had him watch her while I mopped the other day. It's great he loves playing with her. It sometimes makes my cry the way they love each other. She loves him so much too. She laughs and smiles at him all the time, and she is a hard one to get a laugh out of!
I am so in love. I can't believe I get to be mom to these two beautiful babies. I will write more someday very soon as I have loved going back and reading all of the posts about Luke. I wish I would have kept going!
I will post pictures soon too!

We are alive!

Wow I haven't posted since January and here it is mid March! Lots of things have changed in our lives. Luke started going to a Montessori school on February 28th. It was a rough to get started for him because he had been going to his sitter since he was 4 months old and he loved Melissa and her two boys. I did too! The day I told her we were moving him I couldn't even tell her at first because I couldn't stop crying! It was very hard but now we are there and Luke is getting better with me dropping him off and I have been able to sneak in while they were doing stuff when I go to pick him up in the evening and he is having so much fun. One day they were singing and clapping and the next day they were playing instruments (of course my child was the only one playing the drums). We are very excited to see how much he learns. They are working on lots of different things but just a few activities spread out over the day and then they get to play outside every day!

Tax and baseball season is upon us. Can't wait until its over! Unfortunately (I guess for me not for Jason) baseball is going through May. Jason will be doing some traveling up to Stockton and Abilene, Texas for some tournaments. Its an honor (or so he tells me!) to be nominated and chosen to go.

Luke's second birthday is FAST approaching (as well as Jason's 32nd!). We will be doing lots of stuff to get ready for his "Rock On" birthday party. We decided on a rock on party because Luke loves his guitar and music. He has a new favorite show called The Fresh Beat Band. Lets just say Jason and I can't get the damn songs out of our head and I'm very embarrassed to say that if you have ever seen the show. One of the episodes one of the girls was playing a violin well my son ran and got one of his drumsticks and grabbed his guitar and acts like his guitar is a violin. Its so cute!

Work has been super busy for me lately. We have been a large animal practice for 30 years and we are now opening a small animal practice next week as well as training for a whole new software system. There is so much to be done before all this happens but its the beginning of breeding and foaling season so we are so busy I can't get the time to do it!

Well that is what is going on in our lives for now :)

Nothing but Pictures!

All of Luke's Christmas loot (yes there is a lot!)

Happy kids Christmas morning

In his jeep when he realizes the basketball hoop

What is this?

Oh my gosh its a Jeep!

Luke loves himself some Elmo and Zoe

A Sunday afternoon at Seaworld

Me & Luke in Old Town

Lukes loves chicken taco soup

Our little puppy. He loves this costume

We were shocked at how much he loved these two!

Hello again

So it looks like its been over a month since i've last posted! What the heck have we been doing? Well Jason and I have been enjoying every minute with our little guy. He is so much fun. He is really starting to talk a lot. His favorite words right now are baby (every time we see a carseat with a baby at the store he freaks out screaming baby baby baby), candy (not sure exactly how he learned this one because he RARELY gets candy and if he does I call it a treat), and his favorite phrase is Hi Sissy. Yes he seems to be a little behind in talking but he really has picked up the last couple weeks. He repeats every thing we say. Today he was shouting Football football as he and Jason were watching football. So cute. He has a new game too, hiding in the kitchen cabinet. He thinks its a nice quiet dark place to take a poop. I opened the door yesterday and I could tell he was pooping and he freaked out yelling get get until I closed the door again.

This weekend Jason went to Arizona for some baseball meetings and Luke and I had a great time just the two of us. We even went to the local frozen yogurt shop and got a yogurt to bring home and share while we watched The Chipmunk movie. I'm a little sick of that movie. Luke has no interest in any other movies, not even Cars, but he always is up for The Chipmunks. I need to get The Squekel to see if he likes that one because I am getting super sick of the original.

Good news, Jason passed his final CPA test! He also passed his Ethics exam so its now just waiting for all the paper work to go through and he will have his license! So excited that all the studying and taking exams are over. Now we are gearing up for tax and baseball season. Not really looking forward to all that! Luckily I have 2 baby showers that I'm helping throw for friends so that along with Luke should keep me pretty busy!

Can't believe we are in the home stretch before Luke's second birthday. Is it possible that this second year went even faster than the first? Well I'm super excited because I have picked a theme for the party, The Cat & The Hat! Super cute decorations out there that I can make myself! I'm trying to get a head start on all this stuff so I am not having to do it all in April when Jason doesn't exsist in this house!

Merry Christmas!

Well Christmas is right around the corner. This time of year is crazy. Luke is loving all the lights. On nice nights we go walking around our neighborhood to look at the lights. We have made it to a place in Santee called Starlight Circle twice so far this year. It is really the cutest neighborhood. They sell hot chocolate, hot apple cider, kettle corn, and other snacks that you can get while you walk around looking at all the awesome lights and decorations!

We are in the middle of the worst "teething" we have had. Seriously these teeth are worse than the molars. He has been moody/cranky for weeks. Finally one of them has poked through and the second is just about there, then we will have to do it all over again when the bottom ones come through. I'm ready for teething to be over!!

Luke is growing into such a BIG boy! I can hardly believe it. He listens to instructions very well now and can do something if you ask him(like going to give something to daddy in another room, or put something away in his room or my room). He also answers correctly now. Before he would shake his head NO to everything. Now you ask him if he wants to eat and he says yeah or no and actually means it. So much easier knowing what they want. If we are in another room and he wants something he grabs our hand and takes us to what he wants.
We went to see Santa last week. I was nervous because when I picked him up from daycare he was very very grumpy. My mom came over before we left and said oh you shouldn't do that today he is not happy, but it was seriously the only day we could do it. So we met Jay there and when we get to Santa there are two kids screaming in his lap and we look at each other like oh no. Well Luke catches a glimpse of him and starts waving and trying to get down from Jay's arms. Once the other kids get up he runs up to Santa and says hi! So darn cute! He took several photos with him and then sat on his lap until I looked through all the ones and paid for them. He loved it! Last week our friend had him and took him to the mall and he was very excited to see him again as they walked by. He is definitely not afraid, although considering his grandpa has a full beard and he is not afraid of him at even though he doesn't see him much, I'm not surprised he is not afraid of Santa.

Just one of the guys

My son thinks he is one of the big guys. Today at a birthday party where he had never met any of the men before he just kept climbing in their lap and demanding they play with him. Its funny and cute but can be a little embarrasing. Epecially when he tries to pull their kid out of their lap to sit.

We went to Seaworld with Ashley and Boston on Thursday and I think I may have given the kid too much freedom because he kept running off. He really could care less about the animals right now, well that is except for the birds that are flying all over the place at seaworld. He loves birds. He must love them just to upset me. I hate birds!

Jason takes his final CPA test on Sunday. I can't wait for it to be over. He has really been studying so I am sure he will do good. He still would have an open book take home ethics test (does anyone else find that funny?) but that should be easy.

I am so ready for Christmas!! I can't wait. Thanksgiving day is usually when we decorate for Christmas so only a few more days. I have already been listening to Christmas music to get in the mood! We have lots of Christmas activities coming up.