Notes From Dr. Yu

Here are Booker's 4-year Stats:

Weight ~ 34 pounds, 50th percentile
Height ~ 40.5 inches, 60th percentile

What does that mean? Booker is still a beanpole... tallish and skinny!

Spring 2010 Pictures

Isn't That Like 26 Miles?

Don't forget the point two. I don't really know what got into me, but I kind of made a super fast decision to run the Chicago Marathon. This year. Part of it was stupidity, part of it was pure pressure, and a lot of it was striving towards a HUGE goal that will feel GREAT to accomplish. My official training doesn't start until June. What is official training? Well, running 3 days a week with one day a week being our "long" run. That long runs quickly turns itself into 20 miles. We are literally going to run from Shawnee to Olathe. It sounds so far-fetched to me right now, but I know that once I get into the groove some crazy piece of my body will be excited to do that. I think they call it the "runners bug." :) Anyways, back to training. 3 days a week I will run, 2 days a week I will cross train (which is anything BUT running), and I will have 2 days a week of rest. For 16 weeks straight. Like I said, I don't really know what go into me.

However, that leads me to another goal. I want my boys to run with me. Not now, but maybe when they are 8 or so. Booker really admires that I run. He always wants to make sure I win... and then I explain to him that everyone that gets out there and tries, wins. But how cool would it be to cross a finish line of a 5K with one of my boys on each side of me?

Happy 4th Birthday Booker!

Booker, I have to start off by telling you thank you. Thank you for being you. I love that you are so independent, I love your crazy personality, I love how caring and loving you are, I love that you are such a great big brother, and I love that I get to call you my son... FOREVER.

Here is a picture of you when we first brought you home from the hospital. You were a dream come true. And, you were such a perfect, happy baby. My heart just melts when I look back at pictures of you when you were this little, because sadly, I don't really remember them.

Here is a picture of you at 1 year. Don't you just want to squeeze you? So loveable.

Here you are at 2 years old. This is when your personality started kicking in a little more. Two was the year of Booker being independent. And when I say that, I mean stubborn. :) But, nothing your mommy couldn't handle.

On to 3 years old. I think your fun-loving, happy-go-lucky personality shines in this picture. What a ham!

And now 4? Can you even believe it? I can't, because I'm not old enough to have a 4-year old. You have definitely changed. You are no longer a baby, no longer a toddler, but a handsome little boy. It's really showing how much you've grown, not only physically, but emotionally and academically. Every day you make me smile. Happy birthday, buddy. We love you so much!

Oh The Things 3-year Olds Say

And I can say that because he is still 3 for 19 more days. :)

1) This morning on our drive to school, Booker had these two little dinosaur rings from the top of a cupcake. Bodey had one in the car yesterday and asked me where his dinosaur ring was. I told him that I don't know, and I can't look for it because I'm driving.

Booker - "Bode, toys don't just get up and walk away."

So there.


2) A little while ago I noticed that Booker's fingernails never needed trimmed anymore and it finally donned (sp?) on me that he had been biting his nails. I asked him to try not to do that anymore, that when they got long I would trim them. Nothing much, just a little lesson. Fastforward two weeks. We were in the car on our ride home from school (I guess that's where all the fun conversations occur) when the following conversation started out of the blue:

Booker - "Mommy, I'm really sorry I bite my fingernails."
Me - "Honey, that's really ok. Just try to work on it and not do it so much."
Booker - "Wewelll... sometimes, at school, I get fwrusterated with the gurwls, and I bite my fingernails. But - that's ok, I can handle them. I can handle the gurwls."

Okie dokie.

Diaper Cake

My friend, Tara, is due to have her first baby in March. I can't wait to meet the little guy! Here's a picture of the diaper cake I made her... for the shower I missed (another story). I just think they are so cute! It includes about 70 diapers, a big bottle of Johnson's Nighttime lotion, a Dr. Brown's bottle, a thermometer, nail clippers, pacifiers, a toy rattle, onesies, washcloths and sunscreen.

Something Was Missing This Morning

Every morning, I wake up out of a dead sleep to Booker's face, within inches of mine. Some mornings it scares the living daylights out of me to open my eyes and have someone standing there staring at me. But, most mornings, it's just a given. Since the boys spent the night at Grandma & Grandpa's last night, Grandma had the honor of looking at this cute little face at 6am.