Fast Forward

Yup.

We've been a little busy growing another human over here for the last 8 months and should be meeting him face to face sometime in July. More on that later.

In other news, Lovely has continued to grow despite our pleas to stay itty bitty for just a smidgen longer. The proof is in the pudding. Or photo collage.

 Glad I could fast forward you all through the last twelve months of this little lady's life.

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A couple months ago we celebrated the fact that, as new parents, we were able to keep our kiddo alive one whole year.

Now we are all perfectly aware that a one year old will have absolutely no recollection of her first birthday extravaganza. However, this harsh reality would not nor did not stop us from doing it up right.

{"On her actual birthday" cupcakes}

{And the Big One, on her party day.}

{A Tutu? Sure!}

I say Celebrate

Yesterday marked the end of an era. After a four year long relationship, my mustang no longer calls our garage home. A four door mid-sized sedan now sits in its place. I guess this is what it means to be automotively domesticated. 

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Halloween came and went. If you don't believe me, I've included proof -

The Chicken Suit was resurrected for this holiday - Lovely was not amused. We quickly transitioned in a festive onesie that was much more well received.

{I don't think they like each other one bit.}

Lovely also got a new high chair which is not groundbreaking or overtly interesting to most.......but Lovely would like your attention for a moment as she begs to differ. 

{She obviously appears to be quite pleased with herself.}

About two weeks ago I left my home base unit in the hospital and traveled up to the land of the itty-bitties. The Intensive Care Nursery. The ICN. I punched in my twelve hours watching over three littles. 

Seven a.m. rolled around and so did one of the little's families. Now this particular little was brand spankin' new and not too sick, but his condition at the time warranted a couple nights stay in the lovely Casa de ICN. Unbeknown to the family, their little had been cleared to go home later that day and I was the lucky duck that got to tell this to them. 

The father picked up and held his little high in the air. He then literally (no, Literally), did a happy dance that included some very charming lyrics. Charming, especially at seven en la manana - I enjoyed this very much, but others near us may have shushed him for the sake of the five other sleeping littles. 

I say celebrate.

Two kinds.

At my work there are two kinds of kiddos. Those who come and go, and I joyfully accept the fact that I will never see them again in a professional setting. And those who decide that the ICU is simply a much more lively place when they decide to occupy it. The catch? They stay away until I think about them and absentmindedly  verbalize to a fellow comrade "ya know, so-and-so hasn't been here in a while, I wonder how they are?" Bam. They show up and let me know loud and clear how they are. 

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We took a Trek to the land of the grandparents.

Let me explain.

I wake up at 9 AM with Lovely. We hang out. We lounge. We are lazy all day. Then I transform into my real life alter ego of a motorcycle riding, leather-wearing, high adrenaline pediatric ICU night shift nurse. 7PM-7AM.

In all truth, that night I may not have ridden the motorcycle due to my aversion to riding in cold weather. And it may have been a slower paced night where the adrenaline may not have been pumpin' quite so high. No matter.

Head home and get myself and my baby's cute butt in the car and out of town. Two and a half hours out of town. As much as you may not believe in zombies, I promise you, there was one out on the US highways last Friday between the hours of 10AM and 1PM. Yikes.

But at least we got these cute pictures.  

 That's just how we roll.