Sharp dressed man

Last weekend was our friend's daughter's baptism. Will wanted to make sure to look good, so we went for his (yes, 2nd) haircut. We considered doing it ourselves, but we decided that is way to mobile and his hair is way too crazy to attempt it. It turned out to be a good call because Miss Kendra was good! Here he is getting all cleaned up...




He did a great job getting his haircut -- probably because his aunt Debbie prepared him well during his first one!

Sunday we went to the baptism -- Elyse was precious and it was great to celebrate with everyone. Will wanted to make sure he was dressed up for his little friend because he LOVES her. Doesn't he look sharp? :)




He is starting to look so grown up! It's hard to believe that our little guy is already almost 10 months old, but we are having more and more fun with every passing month. Look out world, here he comes!

I didn't sign up for this...

So for about the past week our smiling little man has been less than happy. On top of cutting teeth, some sort of virus decided to camp out in his little body. Since Saturday night we have been battling a fever off and on and our normally very independent boy has been very clingy. Probably the most alarming -- our chunk has pretty much been on a hunger strike for almost a week! He hadn't eaten or drank hardly anything since the weekend. We decided it was time for a trip to the doctor today, and that's where my fun began...

We got to the dr. for our appointment at 8:20. Pretty standard stuff -- took his temp (of course he had NO fever, even though he's had one almost nonstop since Saturday), weighed him, etc...and took a blood sample. No biggie, except that keeping the band-aid on his finger is practically impossible yet extremely necessary to avoid a huge mess. More on that later...

His blood work came back showing a virus, which we already knew. Then the dr. says the words I will never forget. "We are going to need a urine sample." I'm sorry, what???? Exactly how am I supposed to get a urine sample from a 9 month old? My question was answered by the nurse coming in with a bag that had a foam opening. They cleaned his "area," put the bag around it, and closed up his diaper. Then they say to me, "just keep him drinking!" and walk out. Did I mention he hasn't drank hardly anything for days???

So I proceed to try and get him to drink -- which is NOT working. He will have nothing to do with me or his sippy cup. Then I try to get him to drink out of my water bottle -- sometimes he thinks it's fun to play with and I can squirt water in his mouth. Of course he's on to me, and promptly closes his mouth. Somewhere in all the fighting with each other Will has managed to get his band-aid off and I know have blood on me and have the stuff on the table. The dr. comes back in and I tell her that this isn't working. She comes back with a syringe and tells me to use it to get fluids in him -- yeah, right. Maybe try running the water and put his feet in it -- okay, sure. Did I mention we've now been in the exam room for an hour?

So after an hour of playing, crying, and completely destroying the exam room, Will is now exhausted and has fallen asleep. Still an empty bag. So now I am sitting in a dark exam room (I've turned off the lights to try and calm him down...) with a sleeping, dry baby. Another 30 minutes passes...

Will wakes up and we start the whole thing all over...the syringe, the playing, the waiting. By now I feel like I have participated in the rodeo calf scramble and am not coming home a winner. And then suddenly...the bag has filled! I run out of the exam room and get the first nurse's attention I can find. She comes in and removes it and tells me it will be about 10 minutes. Sure, why not wait some more?

All of this AND -- "Everything looks normal. He just has a virus, let it run it's course and keep him hydrated. You can go." Are you kidding me???

So of course tonight, he's fine. He's been playing, laughing, and even eating a little. His mom on the other hand, is exhausted. Wine, anyone?

January

It's hard to believe it, but another month has gone by! Will is really motoring around now -- if he's awake, he's on his feet. He hasn't figured out how to walk without help yet, but I think our days our numbered. He loves to cruise around the furniture and pull himself up on just about anything these days.

We think we can officially count his first word as "uh oh." His favorite game is to drop things, say uh oh, and then bend down and pick it up. Repeat. And repeat. I have a feeling that his early use of this phrase is not going to bode well for us in the future. I am picturing lots of "uh oh" moments to come...:)