15 months facts...

I love that Hayes has developed such a personality. He acts like life is a parade and boy is he taking a ride on his own little float. He is the center of everything and he is literally waving at everyone and everything passing by...My favorite is when he waves at airplanes. Oh to be the center of so many people's universe!

He loves to carry around random objects... toothbrushes, keys, phones, our clothes, anything. I think we have a pack-rat on our hands.

When he cries he covers his mouth with both hands.
He loves to clap... at himself.

We took Hayes to the GI specialist this month and she told us Hayes is still way small for his age and we are still trying to get him to eat and keep things down more. He went from 1% in weight (17.5 lbs) in March to 3% in July (almost 20 lbs) at 15 months. She told us unless we want to do a major surgery at this point all the medications we've been trying are our only option. When he is closer to two we can do some allergy testing for him to see if that could be something.

Here's some pics from this month at the zoo.

Birthday Party

One thing that I appreciate more than anyone can imagine is how supportive and helpful our family and friends are. Thanks so much for everyone's help in putting together little Hazard's (Aunt Kam seemed to give him that name and it seems to fit oh so perfectly) birthday party. Oh man, our cute little stink is getting so big.

Is this all about being forgotten?

I have this nightmare lately that my kids (no that doesn't mean anything you over-analyzing silly people, I mean my way way way in a lot of years in the future kid(s?)) won't know anything about me. I mean the real me. The me that would spray-an-entire-bottle-of-whipped-cream-in-my-mouth-when-nobody's-looking me! The me that wants to cry when she throws a pair of shoes away because of all the sentimental memories they have. I want to leave a little bit about me behind when they "put me in a big black box and cover me up with dirt and rocks".

The solution... blog. Hello, Mitzi! Jump back on the blog wagon!

I hearby do solemly swear to document my life more, my current life and past memories.

I swear maybe someone will read this little blog of mine and I wont be completely forgotten one day when the "ants crawl in, the ants crawl out, the ants play pinnacle on my...snout?" (crap, is that really how the song goes? Gross.

Sincerely,
trying to not be obsessed with death (but it sure sounds like I am) but just wanting to finally get back in the swing of things.