Milestone week

Jack, Arch and I went to the NICU last friday. We walked in the entrance and announced, “it’s Jack” and all of sudden there were nurses pouring out of doors, or at least it felt that way. His two primary nurses were there and it was remarkable to us how much they remembered of our stay there. They remembered how worried I was about his little nose and how Arch would turn just white as a sheet during really bad brady’s. But mostly, they were so amazed at him today.  They were asking about his weight and height, and if we still kangaroo (answer: yes, archie does). They loved watching him walk around,  and when he started blowing kisses I was expecting panties to be thrown, it was like a rockstar had walked into the room. 

Indeed the nurse papparazzi decided to break out the polaroid to get an updated picture of Jack today for the wall of graduates.  It was a nice visit and it reminded me that these amazing women did so much for us, the least we can do is show them the result of all their hard work and skill.

Then, we all went and had a nice a beer.

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This past weekend we went to Smith Playhouse for the first of two birthday parties for Jack. Since he has so many grandparents, we do our best to accomodate (ahem, take advantage of) their desire to shower the child with gifts.  Jack, needless to say, cleaned up. The big hits include an easel from my Mom, some wooden balls from my dad and a bag that says “trust fund baby” from my mom’s friend Deb, that Jack has taken to carrying around like a purse.

He also had a LOT of sugar:

 

And went down Smith’s famous wooden slide many, many times:

Pride doesn’t even begin to cover it.

We’ve been saying for the past 2 months, “oh, it will happen at any moment,” and it never does. You see, Jack is a power crawler. I have found myself running to keep up with him…as he is crawling. Why would he need to walk? He’s got all the ambulatory skills he needs and the callouses on his knees to prove it.

But today? When he was reaching for a wayward kazoo that his mother did not leave at baby level on the coffee table but instead brazenly moved next to her on the sofa? Two very clear, very non-supported, very drunken, little baby steps.

I have witnesses (Karen our OT was over) and everything.

So, at approximately 16 1/2 months actual, 13 1/2 months adjusted, our boy took his first steps.

Pride doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Oh Hai

I can’t help it LOL Cats crack me up. I am a huge dork.

Anyway.

No pictures today, just a quick update to let you know that Jack is not only crawling but he a) he took his first supported steps and b) he pushed himself up to a sitting position all by himself.

He’s 1 on Monday. I suspect there will be some posts of some kind of value between now and then.

Anniversary

Tomorrow is the 1 year anniversary of the day I went into the hospital.

As part of our grand birthday countdown, we’ll be featuring some of Jack’s greatest hits from the past year:
bath time

Jack doesn’t know we’re approaching any kind of significant day, birthday or otherwise. He’s being extra cute just because.