Waking Up, Happy!

Maybe Bo is finally starting to move? I was mid-diaper change the other day, and turned around to get a fresh diaper. When I came back, there was a wet spot by his line, right by his shoulder. I thought for sure that his line had finally snapped. Then I sniffed it and realized, thank goodness, all this requires is a fresh blanket! He had peed a trajectory up to his shoulder!

Tio Ren is here through Saturday, and Yee Yee-Ma (Tung) arrives late tonight for a week's stay. And Grandma Holmes will be here for Bo's first birthday!

Murray doesn't seem to notice her naked, tail-free butt. She is in high spirits and wants to escape from her kitty-cat condo. If anyone knows someone who is a "caretaker," Murray still needs a home.

Bunny Hat!

Bo has been wearing his Bunny hat (made by nanimal) that matches his quilt. I remember when she gave it to us in July, when Bo was so so tiny, and I thought, my God, will he ever grow into this? Will he be with us long enough to fit this?

Thankfully, the answer is yes. And although some of the 6 month olds in playgroup are as big as he is, he is approaching his first birthday very medically stable. He wears his hat every day.

Murray came home last night and is in isolation in the sunroom until her stitches come out in the next 10-12 days. Poor thing. Her beautiful tail. I'm just beside myself, because we still need to find a home for her, but I'm thinking that a barncat job would be too much for her.

Surprises Abound Down There

Murray will have her tail-docking surgery today. She was doing so well yesterday that she walked out of the kennel on her own to greet me. She will recover 2 days in-patient.

While I was letting Bo air-dry the other day, I ran to get a wipe and when I got back, there was a wet spot by his shoulder near his line. My heart skipped a beat and I was certain that his fraying CVL finally sprung a leak. Then I sniffed at the spot and realized it was just more laundry and yet another new diaper for Bo.

He weighed in at 18.51lbs and 27"! Good Boy!

He started shaking his head, "No!" yesterday, and saying, "MeMemememememe."

Jump! How High?

Bo is jumping and bearing weight on his dumpling feet. I am having a hard time picturing him running by the end of the summer (or is it that I am having a hard time picturing our house child-proof by the end of the summer?). But then, this time last year, he was still in utero.

We just went to see our friends' new baby, born Wednesday and weighing in at 7lbs, 13oz. She seemed so tiny and only barely human. I remember Bo fighting to get to that weight after a month and a half, but barely remember the feeling of holding someone so small for so long. Now it is eighteen pounds of wiggle-toes and laughter (like, ha! you think I'm taking a nap?! Crazy mommie).

Send Good Wishes for Murray

While we are actively looking for a new home for Murray, she got in a terrible accident last night and is in hospital for the next 5 days for observation. The best case scenario will leave her with a bobbed tail. The worst case scenario, is the worst case scenario. I am so crushed and devastated that Murray may have to lose her beautiful tail, or more. I love that fat, furry little girl. And Bo may never rembember her, but she loves dominating/sitting on (and under) his stuff.

Sleeping Beauty

After Bo is asleep for the night, one thing I often find myself doing is scrolling through the most recent pictures we have of him in our camera.

Happy Mother's Day!

Cheek. Too. Big. Can't. See. Past..

This was my first Mother's Day. I was so happy to be out and about with the family, unable to believe our good fortune, and that in less than a month we will swap out the infant car seat for the forward-facing Britax. Aside from the obvious, sobering reality around Bo's condition, since he has been so stable for the last month or so, my brain is now able to stretch around other issues: finding a new home for Murray (she's not adjusting to the new balance of power), getting some tile in the kitchen, scheduling yoga classes and time at the gym, that huge mountain of laundry in the basement. I've never been happier to do laundry.

Happy Mother's Day!