I sat here staring at the blinking cursor for several minutes, realizing that even after a nap I am having a difficult time processing all of this. I barely slept last night as I kept vigil over C’s bedside. Every time he spasmed or twitched, I pressed that little button that they told me to press. I was nervous about going to sleep and missing anything. C’s pediatric neurologist came in this morning and gave us the report: it was an abnormal EEG without seizures.
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This time last year, C had been in the hospital for a few days to receive a NG tube. Then he went back two weeks later for surgical G-tube placement.
C loves to talk all things cars. He puts his heart and soul into his favorite subject. Loving cars includes talking about going left, right or straight, slowing down and fancy cars. The list is endless! He really likes to talk about this stop sign near our apartment.
It took me by surprise when they found abnormal brain activity during C’s sleep study in March. We were there to see why he wasn’t sleeping at night, thinking that it was related to tonsils or adenoids. The tonsils and adenoids were okay, but the abnormal brain activity was alarming. Apparently, it’s the type that is normal in 20 percent of people who experience it. I had a gut feeling that my C wasn’t in that 20 percent. We proceeded with an EEG in April. Those results were normal. Despite capturing some of his staring episodes on video, his pediatrician instructed us to wait and see. Should the episodes become more frequent, we would pursue further testing.
I looked at the calendar today and was shocked to see that it was August 13th. Wait, what?! I think I just lost an entire week of my life. Our family anthem the past week should have been, “Another One Bites the Dust.” First Baby Jo, then C…or C then Baby Jo then C again…I can’t even remember. High fevers, colds, cranky, tired children. Then I had a 103 degree fever for two days. It’s been a treat! Here are a few pictures from our past week, though. There were some cute moments amidst the sickness.
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“One option is going to be a tube.”
Those words from C’s pediatric GI doctor took me by surprise. I knew my two-year-old was small. I knew he had severe feeding problems. I never imagined what life would have in store for us. Last year, C had a g-tube surgically placed and we started giving him four bottles of formula each day. His behavior was erratic. I noticed sugar highs and lows. I knew there had to be a better way to nourish him than to make him go through sugar crashes and fill him with artificial ingredients.
My little man loves deep fried cheese curds from Culver’s. We indulge him in his favorite treat sometimes. I mean, could my tubie like anything more caloric? Win!
My son has always refused every beverage but water (and ice cream!). He has been doing very well in his feeding group therapy. They are exposing him to a wide variety of foods and challenging him to take a bite of each type of food. Before this class, we had him licking each food. He’s moved up a step! He has also been drinking juice with the group. I haven’t purchased any juice for home yet, because I haven’t seen this child drink juice ever and I didn’t want another thing to go to waste. He saw his favorite juice as we were shopping last night and said, “We bring it home and I drink it from a cup.”
If only these two played so well together all the time…
A few years ago when the Green Bay Packers opened up sale of their stock, Hubster had to invest. Being a Packers shareholder was always a dream of his and even though we didn’t have much, we scraped together some money and purchased a share. That share is framed and hangs proudly in our apartment.
I found myself sitting in a break room with five or six other parents. Normally, I leave for a few, brief moments of alone time during C’s group therapy sessions; but they have an iPad set up so that we could watch this session. I was intrigued enough to stay.
C loves to talk about Papa’s truck. Oh the excitement when he got to help wash Papa’s truck!
It was this time last year when we first met with a pediatric GI doctor. They broke the news to us that C had fallen off the bottom of the BMI chart. Feeding therapy was the plan, a g-tube was only mentioned as the worst case scenario. The thought of a feeding tube for my toddler was terrifying.
My little man is so excited about the release of Disney’s new Planes: Fire & Rescue movie that he has memorized the Disney Planes trailer. I managed to capture it on video tonight and although it’s a bit shaky and you get to listen in on some of Baby Jo’s bedtime crying, it’s still fun.
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There are not many things that my son loves more than his vehicles. He may only be three years old, but C can spot the same model vehicle as ours from the other side of the parking lot, tell me how to get to Nana and Papa’s house, and name each of his planes and cars as he carefully places them into their basket before bed. C’s interest in planes and cars has also sparked his passion for learning. Just like Disney Planes’ Dusty Crophopper learning to harness the power of Radial G, C likes to soak in knowledge about his vehicles.
We’re always trying to think of new ideas for toddler sensory play for C. He absolutely loves cars and needs to work on being comfortable with different textures, so we bought a super cheap bottle of shaving cream. We sprayed a bunch of shaving cream foam in the bathtub and let him drive his beloved cars through them. He had an excellent time while working with texture and tactile sensory play!
Here’s my little tubie boy taking care of a couple things at once: listening therapy and a tube feeding! Because he simply wouldn’t be a mini-me without multitasking.
I know that I spend too much time thinking about the future. I just can’t help but wonder what the future holds for my special needs son.
When C has difficulty listening to directions, I wonder how things will go for him in school. Language and auditory processing is difficult for him with his sensory processing disorder. I wonder how he will handle the pace of a classroom. What extracurricular activities will he be involved in? Will he be able to keep up with directions? Will he process language and turn it into a motor plan quickly enough to participate in his favorite sports? I pray that he won’t be bullied for being slower with processing. The thought of it alone shatters my heart into a million pieces.
As soon as C started army crawling around the apartment, he was lining items up in an orderly fashion. We used to think it was hilarious that our baby was arranging shoes in a straight line, but now we know that our son does this as a sensory anchor.
Hubster and I snuck away for a few days of vacation without the kids. Baby Jo stayed with my in-laws, while C spent time with my parents. They missed each other a lot and it was so sweet to see their reunion tonight. C was jumping up and down, squealing with excitement. He kept kissing and hugging his baby sister and on the ride home, this happened.
I took this video almost two months ago and I can’t believe I didn’t share it with you here! I love how these two play together – you know, when they’re not fighting. They love playing with their tea pot, and here they are having a tea party together.
Sometimes you need to run around with your cousins until past your bedtime. Sometimes you need to fall asleep immediately on the car ride home; and sometimes you need to sleep sideways in mommy and daddy’s bed until 9:30am.
C had a great weekend.
We’re 10 months into this g-tube life, and I’m getting smarter about everything. I’ve started preparing now for our vacation that starts on Sunday! So far I’ve made 8 of the 18 feeds that C will need while Hubster and I are away. Doing a little at a time takes the pressure off instead of food prep turning into a 4-hour affair the night before vacation!
Hubster and I went away for the weekend to attend a wedding. The kids were so excited to see us when we came home. They had lots of fun with Nana and Papa, but C was very ready to be home. He’s my little homebody! When we got home, he declared that he was going to go for a walk. He even decided to put Baby Jo’s shoes on for her! He’s our little helper.
Baby Jo wanted to walk to the car on her own. C proudly took her hand and they walked down the hall together. I hung back a little and simply admired the sweetness of their friendship.
Today I had the crushing realization that my son is different.
No, I’m not delusional. I’m reminded that he is different 3-4 times each day when I administer his tube feedings, every week at his OT and speech therapy for sensory processing disorder, whenever I schedule his listening therapy into our day, and when I glance at the counter and see the stacks of syringes and extensions.
C has been having individual occupational therapy sessions for his SPD for two weeks with the same therapist that led his group sensorimotor therapy that he enjoyed since February. His speech therapy was finally approved, too, so we can address his language processing and feeding needs. He had his first session with both of them together this week. Things went quite well. They pushed him and he rose to the challenge. He was close to going over the edge at one point.
My boy loves to work on puzzles and he was in need of a bigger challenge. His aunt and uncle gave him a few puzzles for his birthday last month, and we’ve been working on them regularly. This large floor puzzle with vehicles is C’s favorite and we play it when Baby Jo takes a nap. He recently asked me to help him. When I said I was busy with something, he went ahead and did it himself!
In many households, this would be a normal lunchtime picture. Brother and sister eating at the table together, each of them feeding themselves their food.
In my home, this moment was enough to bring tears of joy to my eyes. My tubie with sensory processing disorder is doing a few amazing things in this picture:
The last detailed update that I gave you all about C’s health was when he had an EEG done to look further into the brain activity that was picked up during his sleep study. I didn’t update you on the results because I was a little confused by them. The EEG was normal; however, I showed a few videos of C’s episodes to his pediatrician. The pediatrician said that if he didn’t have a normal EEG, he would order one based on the videos. He recommended waiting to see if these episodes continued or started to occur more frequently. If so, then we’d look into a longer-term EEG and he’d have to stay in the hospital for it. If not, then we can just move forward. I haven’t noticed any changes in the past month.
Now that C has turned three, it has become even more apparent that we’re but one soul inhabiting two bodies. He is super chatty at bedtime, just like me, and talks my ear off about anything and everything his little three-year-old mind dreams up. Here is a sample from one of our bedtime conversations:
“Sister, you’re my best friend, best friend, best friend.”
There’s never any doubt that C absolutely adores his little sister. He lights up when she enters the room, asks her to play cars with him and crawls around the apartment with her. He can make her laugh harder than anyone else.
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C is simply obsessed with Disney’s Cars. A Disney Cars birthday party was the only way to go this year. Lightning McQueen, Mater, Francesco, Finn McMissile…the boy is all about his favorite Cars characters. Baby Jo…well, without a preference at the age of one, she was just along for the ride!
Welcome to the second installment of “C Says the Darndest Things.” The bigger he gets, the more I’m shocked at what comes out of his mouth. I don’t know where he gets this stuff! *looks around sheepishly*
While having trouble fitting his water bottle into the basket on his bed, because he put too many cars in there: “Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me right now?!”
Despite his fierce independence, C is a mama’s boy at heart. He loves to give hugs and kisses. I enjoy when he climbs up for cuddles when I’m lying down. These tender moments are ones I’ll treasure forever.
Baby Jo might eat us out of house and home, you guys.
She wants to eat as soon as she wakes up in the morning. She wants a snack a couple of hours later. She’s hungry again at lunchtime. Then she wants another snack after her nap. Even after all of that food, she still is hungry for dinner every night.
I don’t think I could have captured it any better. This single photo perfectly defines C and Baby Jo’s sibling relationship. So much love. So much fear.
My dear son,
How are you three years old already? You and I used to hang out together all day – just the two of us. Trips to the store, long walks, reading books, playing. I cherish our time alone together like it was yesterday. I’m amazed at how big you’ve gotten. Your strength, courage and resilience inspires me daily. You have been through more this year than any child should have to experience, and I feel like our bond has grown even stronger.
I can’t believe these were the best pictures I could get of these two today! We woke amongst an apartment filled with boxes, after moving yesterday. We missed church because we couldn’t find everything we needed in time. Later we enjoyed a wonderful home-cooked Easter dinner with friends from church. The kids are sleeping peacefully and I will be, too. I am exhausted!
Things are never dull at the Novotny household. Sometimes I wish things were a little less interesting, actually. Last Saturday, C was up vomiting every 20 minutes throughout the night. The entire week last week was a saga (aka very long story that I don’t care to dive into!) of trying to get him hydrated just for him to start vomiting again so we could start at square one. On Friday night we ended up at the ER. That visit was a gigantic waste of time and we ended up back on Saturday night, when he got an IV. Here’s my brave little trooper and our silly baby who is very happy to be in Daddy’s arms.
Three weeks have passed since C had his sleep study done at Children’s Hospital of Wisconsin. It doesn’t feel like it could have been that long ago, yet this time has been filled with shock, stress and uncertainty. I haven’t told you about C’s sleep study results because I’ve been having a difficult time processing it.
Spring has finally sprung in Wisconsin! Just last week, I had to scrape ice off the windshield before going somewhere. It’s been a loooong winter. Hubster took the kids to the park over the weekend and they had the greatest time together! I wasn’t complaining about the nap I took while they were gone.
I’m starting a regular feature here with this title. C cracks me up on a daily basis and I’ve simply been doing you a disservice by not sharing his antics.
This week, I’m going to feature some “C”-isms related to his independent streak. Sometimes he makes me want to pull my hair out, but he sure is funny.
Sensory kids are tough. They generally do what they want, when they want and ain’t nobody going to convince them otherwise! For months, I had anxiety about potty training C. Would he be ready? Would he play games with us, like the first time we attempted? Would he have major meltdowns?
This sleep study was originally scheduled for January, was denied by our insurance company, we took it through the grievance process, won, and rescheduled a couple times because C kept getting sick. It finally happened earlier this week! I was pretty anxious about it. With C’s sensory processing disorder, he hates having anything on his face or head. Well…they had to stick a ton of monitors and electrodes all over his face, head and body.
C has a high threshold for certain sensory input, like vestibular and proprioceptive. He likes to fall on his bed either onto his face or backward onto his butt. Here he is falling backward to get the input he needs.
If this is any indication of his driving habits in 14 years…
Here’s C doing donuts in the living room in his Little Tikes Cozy Truck!
We’ve had the pleasure of having Hubster hang out with us for the past few days while he took some time off of work. Yesterday, we went to the Railroad Museum and the kids played with their favorite part – the train table! It was fun to watch Baby Jo get in on the fun now that she’s a little bigger.
I belong to a few Facebook groups for parents of tubies, kids with severe feeding challenges and blended diets. One mother posted a picture of her son’s new Blendtec blender with hope that a new blended diet will benefit her son. I commented that the blended diet is changing my son’s life. Then I sat back for a moment and let those words really sink in.
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C has a high need for vestibular input with his sensory processing disorder. One of his favorite ways to get that is from swinging in this awesome swing we bought from IKEA. Here’s a video of C “stimming” in the swing!
“Shake, Mommy? I drink shake!”
We’ve switched C’s diet from 3.5 cans of Pediasure each day through his gtube to a blended diet of mostly organic whole foods. He still asks me if he can drink a “shake” sometimes. I cringe every time, because now it’s even more apparent what that influx of sugar does to him. Within an hour, his behavior is completely out of control. He runs wild, unsure what to do with himself. It results in outbursts, hurting his sister and me, and throwing tantrums. The crazy thing – he used to be like that ALL THE TIME. It was all that Pediasure and sugar coursing through him. Eek.
I think C has been watching too much “Finding Nemo” lately, because he’s started greeting his sister with, “Hi, Little Fishy!” You’ll also hear him saying, “Hi, little guy!” Some family members say this to him.
What’s the big deal, you say? It’s just a restaurant, you say?
This is the first time we have ever taken the kids to a restaurant! Of course, we’ve dined at fast casual establishments like your Chipotle or your Noodles & Company. But a real restaurant? Nope. First time.
It’s been about a month now since C switched from Pediasure to a blenderized, whole foods diet. I’ve seen tremendous changes in him. Cognitively, behaviorally and physically, he is truly thriving.
- His nails are growing faster than I can keep up with trimming.
- His hair seems to get thicker every day.
- His muscle tone has improved and he is more willing to utilize his core muscles by crawling on the floor with his sister.
- I’ve had to let out his adjustable waistband a few times.
- When I pick him up, he feels more solid than before.
- He is no longer experiencing sugar crashes shortly after every tube feed.
- He throws fewer tantrums.
- He is more willing to approach new foods, sometimes even putting them in his mouth.
- His vocabulary expands daily. His ability to put multiple sentences together is blowing me away!
I could not be happier with these improvements. I finally feel like I’m giving my boy the best nutritional advantage that I can; and honestly, it’s the first time in his life that I’m feeling that way. Before the tube, it was exasperation and stress that he was not eating. After the tube, I was uncomfortable with the amount of sugar calories he was receiving but worried about his progress on the growth charts. Now I am relaxed, pleased with the quality food that he is getting, and able to focus on his therapy and progress.
Every night as he puts away toys, C has started having phone conversations on Baby Jo’s play phone. They’re pretty funny and random.
“That’s okay. Yeah, that’s okay. It’s good. Yeah, I pick up toys now. That’s okay.”
It’s been about two weeks now since we started C on a blenderized diet of whole foods through his g-tube. He had previously been on 3.5 cans of Pediasure each day, which meant he was getting 63 grams of sugar poured directly into his body daily. That didn’t sit well with me for multiple reasons and now that he wasn’t in a dangerous place with his body weight, we made the decision to take control of his diet.
This kid cracks me up sometimes. He’s been into playing Flappy Bird lately, but he gets really frustrated every time. He’ll groan in disgust or say, “COME ON!” We decided to capture one of these moments today. Hope you enjoy our little display of silly faces, too.
One year ago, I never would have considered the possibility that C would have a feeding tube. I was mortified when it was mentioned as a possibility in July 2013. The thought that my child had such severe feeding challenges that he would require a tube to be surgically placed in order to sustain him…it was overwhelming.
My parents recently moved just ten minutes away from us (from two hours away!) and the kids and I are so happy they did. One of the things that I’ve learned in the past six months is that it really does take a village to raise a child with special needs. C had a great time sledding with his papa during a recent snowfall!
The last few months have been filled with SO MANY DECISIONS. Yes, sometimes I felt like life was screaming at me to make all of them. I was stressed about doing the right thing, making the right choices, putting C on the right path. I was feeling a lot of pressure on my shoulders.
These two have the best time together! Tonight they were chasing each other around underneath the table and just laughing together. LOVE them.
Take C to the feeding clinic, they said. It’s the best place for him, they said.
If he doesn’t sit at the table, don’t give him food at all, the feeding clinic said. He must not leave the table until he touches the food to his lips, they said.
It brings me joy to see how much these two enjoy each other’s company. Their eyes light up when they see each other. I feel like there’s no greater gift we could have given them than each other.
The kids have been sick all week. Baby Jo had her cold for so long that C and I came down with it again. When they’re sick, they are super whiny, clingy and jealous of each other. If I’m holding one, the other is crying. They pull at me all day long. C’s SPD is out of control when he’s sick. It makes for very long, very loud, very stressful days.
Sometimes I look at our kitchen countertop, littered with syringes and medicines, and think it looks like we’re running a little pharmacy around here. Erythromycin for gastroparesis, cyproheptadine for appetite stimulant, ranitidine for reflux, and inhalers to experiment with his nighttime cough. It’s all for our sweet little tubie.
When a child gets close to aging out of the Birth to Three program, there are three options. Schedule an evaluation for services with the public school system, seek private therapy, or do nothing. Obviously that last option was not really an option for us. We need help! I originally was not going to bother with the meetings and evaluations with the school system, because we don’t think it’s very likely that C will be eligible. Considering the headaches we’ve been having with our insurance company, though, I’ve changed my mind.
When C had his g-tube placed in August, survival and necessity were at the forefront of my mind. It has certainly been a blessing. He is now safely on the charts for BMI, head circumference, height and weight. He’s wearing clothes two sizes bigger, his hair is thicker and I need to trim his nails often. I have no doubt that he needed the g-tube; but like anything, there are drawbacks to having a feeding tube.
These two crack me up. Here are C and Baby Jo making each other laugh, like they often do. Hope this makes you smile!
C was visibly agitated. He was walking around the living room, his trunk and arms limp, unsure of what to do with himself. I dug through the stack of blankets and pulled out the body sock. “C, do you want to play in this?”
Merry Christmas! Thank you for spending this year with us!
Love and wishes for a blessed holiday and New Year,
Kristin, Hubster, C and Baby Jo
Now that Baby Jo can scoot around with her little army crawl, C has been very concerned – distraught, even – about sharing his toys. It was hilarious during the first few days, because he would keep pushing his toys a few feet away from her and she’d just keep coming! He didn’t know what to do.
We may have reached the phase of toddlerhood in which he likes to be naked. He just stripped off his pajamas (we’re having a pajama day) and said, “Nudey!”
My silly little tubie.
Hubster works for the state and we have some pretty awesome insurance benefits…or so I thought. All of our preventative care is covered, we have a pretty low deductible, and a great coinsurance rate. I’ve discovered that not everything is rainbows and butterflies – we just got a heaping dose of that stuff that hits the fan.
It’s been awesome to see C’s progress over the past week. He now knows that we only eat at the table, and he sits there for his meals (even if it’s only for a minute or two). We have our meals at the table together and it’s working pretty well. There have only been a couple of outbursts on C’s part. He sometimes thinks it’s unreasonable to touch his food to his lips before he is allowed to leave the table, but he does it. The expressions on his face show me how hard he’s working, and I couldn’t be prouder! Baby Jo is enjoying having her brother at the table, too.
C really didn’t care about Santa Claus last year, but this year he’s been walking around saying, “Santa, Santa, ho ho ho!” It’s pretty cute. When Hubster mentioned that Santa would be on campus this weekend, I knew we had to make a trip to meet him!
Tuesday marked another day spent at Children’s Hospital of Wisconsin. We started the morning in ENT, where we discussed the neck x-ray that had revealed enlarged tonsils and adenoids. The second appointment involved a GI nurse burning off granulation tissue around C’s g-tube. He’s been through that process more times than I can remember but, as you might imagine, having your skin burned off is highly unpleasant. I’m pretty sure every child in the waiting room was thinking, “DON’T TAKE ME IN THERE!” Our day ended with the feeding team psychologist. We were given more suggestions and tips about how to encourage C’s exploration of different varieties of food.
Our next big push, after seeing the Feeding Clinic Psychologist on Tuesday, is to get C to sit at the table to eat. The last goal was to get him sitting to eat in general, and we managed to get him sitting at the couch for all meals and snacks. I thought this would be a steep hill to climb because he hasn’t sat at the table for meals since this past spring. C surprised me once again, though!
We had another day at Children’s Hospital of Wisconsin yesterday, so naturally we stopped in at Trader Joe’s. It’s just a couple miles down the road and I like to find all of C’s snacks there. Organic, no artificial flavors, dyes or additives – yes, please! C was a little hesitant of having his own shopping cart at first. That hesitation quickly passed and he was zipping around the aisles! He was so proud of himself.
I think this may have all been a little easier before C was able to articulate things. Last night I noticed that there was fluid leaking around his g-tube button, which meant that I needed to add 1-2 ml of water to the balloon for a tighter fit. He squirmed and whined as I tightened the fit of the g-tube button.
There’s no doubt that these two adore each other. I was happy to have captured this moment the other day when we returned from our errands. Don’t mind our messy home – I prefer to call it, “lived in.”
Baby Jo was still in her carseat and her big brother decided to play peekaboo with her, using her Cozy Cover as part of the game. They were having so much fun laughing together!
Whenever C hears his sister wake up, he excitedly says, “Ooo, baby sister’s up! Let’s go get her! Hi baby sister, hi!” Baby Jo lights up when she sees him and they make each other laugh. I absolutely love watching their bond grow. Oh, these two. My heart is full.
C and I are a little too much alike. And by that, I mean that he’s basically me in male form.
With his sensory processing disorder, health problems and the terrible twos, we’ve been dealing with some pretty intense behavioral issues. I’ve started to really crack down on the bad behavior. The result is an epic battle of wills between two people who are basically the same.
Riddle me this: What is the problem with having three GI doctors within three months?
Answer: You don’t know what the heck is going on!
So we showed up at Children’s Hospital of Wisconsin this morning, prepared to take C to the surgery department for him to undergo anesthesia while a surgeon switched out his g-tube. Imagine our surprise when the welcome desk told us we had an appointment in the surgery CLINIC – he wasn’t going to have surgery today!
Just a man and his truck.
Why is she so happy? Because she’s in her high chair!
Hubster was home for lunch today (a wonderful, rare event!) when his mom called and asked if we were okay. She thought we were at Children’s Hospital of Wisconsin for C’s surgery today. Apparently, a felon was apprehended and shot there today. He was visiting his baby and fled when officers arrived. When he threatened them with a gun, they shot him in the wrist.
I know that I haven’t updated you all on how C’s visit with the Children’s Hospital of Wisconsin feeding team went. In reality, it went better than expected; however, C’s behavior/meltdowns/outbursts continue to get worse and I’m just trying to survive day by day. One thing that happened at that appointment was the ordering of a neck x-ray to check the size of his adenoids and tonsils.
We hope your Halloween has been super fun!
The Tiger and The Ladybug
I read this Snagglebox post about what a meltdown feels like for someone on the autism spectrum. Sensory processing disorder is technically on the spectrum, and C clearly suffers from SPD. I found it both incredibly interesting and a bit heartwrenching to read this post. While I feel enlightened about what he must be going through, I also feel so bad for him.
“Another crazy mother documenting every little thing her kid does!”
Um, not so much. C has not eaten peanut butter and jelly since JUNE. Four months! His eating challenges have weighed heavily on us, but now that we have a diagnosis things are starting to look up just a little. And moments like this? They’re cause for major celebration.
Some of my best ideas have come from other people. Yeah, I just admitted to that. One of my friends on Twitter, @busylittlebaby, has children roughly the same age as C and Baby Jo. When I saw that she was doing a joint bath I was like, “HEEELLOO!!” Clearly I’d been making my life more difficult than it needed to be! And thus, the joint bath began. Don’t worry, we’ll discontinue this when they’re 13 and 15.
I’m having a fabulous time in California and I can’t wait to blog all about it! But in the meantime, Hubster and the kiddos are having fun with his family. Here’s a little glimpse into the fun they’re having!
Fall is my favorite time of the year. I’m lucky to live in the midwest, where we get to enjoy the beauty of leaves changing colors and cooler weather. Football season, hot cocoa, pumpkin farms, jogging with leaves falling around me. I love it.
Here are some of my favorite pictures of our last few fall seasons…