...time to get your crayons and your PEN-cils! Bill Cosby, anyone?
Um, I feel like I got hit by a Mack truck of a Sunday, so I've got very few words, but I know some of you have been wondering, so I thought I'd let you know that we are all alive and well. We are still struggling with the whole eating thing, and now we've got daily projectile vomiting to go withthe medication administration (which has to happen 3x a day), so it's a good thing that Becca's got so many clothes and that I rarely get out of my pajamas anyway. Becca's also been put on Benadryl for allergies (at least temporarily), so Buster is now the only one in the house not on allergy medicine. Somehow, we always manage to live somewhere with lots and lots of pollen (seriously, middle TN, Louisville, and - the king of all allergies - Atlanta). Becca has started physical therapy, and we go for our third appointment tomorrow afternoon. She's a month or two behind (her corrected age) on her gross motor skills, so we're working on that. (She's not crawling or sitting by herself.) All in all, life is good, even though our doctor-less streak was broken by last week's allergy visit. Oh well. We're down to 5 weeks without an appointment now (but still weekly physical therapy and developmental therapy (EI)). Anyway, I'm out of words (gasp!), so here are some pictures. Oh, and when I get some sleep and a day with more than one meal, I'll tell you about our BIG vacation to D.C., including Becca's first plane ride! Wow! I've included one picture from it below to remind me to write more about it later.
Stats: 11 months chronological/8 months corrected: 12 pounds, 1 ounce.
Oh, and one more thing - Becca's being baptized on Sunday morning, May 24th. We'd love to have you join us! If you'd like directions and details, please e-mail (or leave a comment and I'll e-mail you). I'll be sure to post pictures of the big event - including Becca's introduction to her 6 cousins 6 and under!
From D.C.: Becca and Hunter playing with Bruno, the horse-dog (who is a very, very good sport):
And this is the part wherein I let my dog eat my preemie. Okay, not really. Buster is actually chewing on the toy that is lying underneath Becca, and she is pulling on his ear - a favorite pastime. Sasha is patiently guarding them both. You can see my leg in the ubiquitous and aforementioned pajama pants.
And while we're on the subject of canines, here's another pose that looks slightly precarious but is a relatively common scene in our home:
Really, the dogs are GREAT with Becca. When they get sick of her pulling their ears, they just walk away. And they like that she rarely finishes her food and that mommy absentmindedly leaves it sitting out while getting her bottle ready.
A couple of daddy-daughter shots. The first is just ridiculously cute. Look at how she is starting up at him!
The next is our Kentucky girl's rite of passage: her first Derby. (Yes, she is simultaneously a Tennessee girl and Kentucky girl.)
And while she skipped the Mint Julep, she did, of course, have a Derby hat:
And while we are showcasing hats, here's 2 more:
Clearly, Becca is ready for the beach. Or perhaps her mother is. Is it July yet?
And here she is looking spiffy for the Portland Strawberry Festival this weekend. Seriously, does it get any cuter than this?
Granted, this was her second outfit because she vomited all over her strawberry overalls, but I think she still managed to make it cute.
And, finally, Becca's favorite new bath pose. She's also learned to pick up her bath toys with her feet, transfer them to her hands, and (of course) stick them in her mouth. She may have a future in synchronized swimming.