Bodey's 18 Month Stats

Weight ~ 27 3/4 pounds, 72nd percentile
Height ~ 33 1/4 inches, 79th percentile
Head Circumference ~ 18 1/2 inches, 30th percentile

Yesterday I took Bodey in for his 18 month "well-child" visit. All the nurses were shocked that he finally made it to a well-child visit. They decided to celebrate with suckers. Then when Dr. Yu came in to check him out he started feeling a little warm... and ended up with a fever. It wasn't high enough for him not to get his shot though. However, he did luck out and miss the blood draw because the lab was closed when we got there. He'll have to wait until he's 2 to get that. Anyways, pretty sure the fever is due to his darn eye teeth coming in!

History in The Making

Booker & Bodey, I don't know why this is so hard for me to write. I guess because I'm still in denial, and I'm scared. Right now our country is experiencing something I'm sure you will be reading about in your History books. The definition of a recession is "a general business slump, less severe than a depression." Even the definition is depressing. The economy started to decline at the end of last year. Somehow everyone knows a recession is coming, which is really weird to me. I don't know how many economics classes I took in college, but I still don't get it. All I know is that it is scary and supposedly going to get worse before it gets better. Normally you just think that all those people are losing their jobs, but it will never be us, or anyone we know. Well, it has affected almost every single person I know. Your dad and I have seen and experienced paycuts and layoffs in our companies, your grandparents have seen them in their companies, our friends and neighbors have all been affected. The scariest thing about it is the the feeling of absolute helplessness. I have a huge heart for those families that have lost their jobs, and just pray that it's not us or anyone close to us next. I guess one thing that bothers me is that I'm not just living for myself anymore. I have you guys and I love you more than anything in the world. I want to protect you forever and this is a time in my life where I feel like I'm not really in control of that. I know that companies are making these decisions so that they can stay afloat; they really don't have a lot of other choices either. I hope people are wrong and it doesn't get any worse. I hope that people that have lost their jobs are going to be ok. I hope this doesn't turn into another Great Depression. Actually, I hope you don't read about this when you are in school.

A Late Valentine's Day Wish

Happy Valentine's Day... a little late, but I still had to post the pics.

Sick Day

Bodey's Leotard

On Super Bowl Sunday, Dusty and I took the kids over to Tom & Melissa's house to party with them, Kim, AJ & Peyton, and Kim's sister Meghan. It was getting late so I put the boys into their jammies that I packed for them. I hadn't exactly caught up on laundry, so I packed what was clean. Everyone was cracking up at Bodey's size 18 month pjs. So, his jammies may have been a little snug. Kim kept saying he looks like he's wearing a leotard! And, that he even had a wedgie all the way through his diaper. Now, I think that was a little bit of an exaggeration, but see for yourself:

But He's Not 3 Yet!

This is Booker's first official week in the 3-4 1/2 year old classroom at school. Last week he got to visit every day. I know the change was a little hard on him, even though he thinks he so cool and such a big boy. But, last week we had a minor regression in the potty training. He has been doing great, rarely peeing his pants and only having a few #2 accidents. But last week, he peed and pooped his pants several times. I know it must be rough meeting all new friends and having a brand new teacher. My heart hurts for him, but I know he's ok and will adjust just fine. And, thank goodness, he is in his BFF Reese's classroom now. I love that they will get to spend every day together again like they did when they were at Nicole's.

As If We Weren't Noticeable Enough

Last night Booker and I went to Walmart. I was kind of in a hurry because Dusty was back at home with a sick and cranky Bodey, and it was getting close to Booker's bedtime. We grabbed a cart and headed to grab our few items. About 3 isles in our cart started to squeal. Not just a squeaky cart, but like we were punishing small animals squeaky. Every single person in that store looked at us. The employees I passed were all like, ohhhh, we need to get rid of that one. Booker and I just kept laughing and Booker repeated, "We have a loud cart!" Now, if you are easily offended, please don't read on because I'm not the best at being politically correct. When I was grabbing some iced tea, I hear Booker yell, "Santa!" I turned around and standing right next to us was a Muslim man, with a red towel wrapped on his head, and a long grayish-white beard. I could tell I was flushed and I just hauled off, trying to keep my burst of laughter until we rounded the next corner. Reason #1,590,238 I don't love to go out in public with a 2-year old. :)

Our Very Own Little Joe Dirts