Sickness, Wedding, and More!

The past 3 weeks have been a whirlwind and very tiring. We had their 18 month check up on February 8, and I haven't had time to post updates since them. This was the first time that recognized where we were and started crying as soon as they saw the nurses and doctor. Other than that, the appointment went very well, and Dr. Macleod is loving their progress. Peter is still small but is staying steady on his curve: 23 pounds, 31.5 inches, and 18.5 head circumference. Titus is still my brute: 26.3 pounds, 33.5 inches, and 19 head circumference. They also got their last shots until 5 years old.

The following Sunday, I put Titus to bed at 9; and he woke up at 10 congested and coughing. We cleaned out his nose, gave him some Tylenol, and put him in the swing to sleep slightly inclined. The next day, you could tell he was sick, but he's always sick and didn't act any worse than usual; and Peter acted like he always does. When Dan got home from work, I decided to take Titus to Pediatric After Hours because his breathing started getting worse around 5:30. I really hadn't checked Peter much during the day because I was trying to keep Titus away from him and didn't want Peter sick too. Dan picked him up and said he was burning up. We checked his fever, and it was 102. He didn't act sick; so, I didn't think to take his temperature. So, we packed both boys up and headed to After Hours instead of what was supposed to be our Valentine's Dinner at Longhorn.

Normally, when you get to Pediatric After Hours, they check the babies weight and temperature and send you back to the waiting room wait some more. By the time we got there, Peter's temperature spiked to 104 which meant that we didn't get sent back to wait. They sent us back to a room immediately and worked on getting Peter's fever down. Long story short...Peter had strep throat, and Titus had bronchitis. It all came out of no where because they were fine Sunday. It's amazing how little bodies can change so quickly.

That whole week was spent getting the boys well which always makes a tiring week. Friday night was the beginning of our mid-year mission's conference. Saturday was a funeral, and that night was mission's conference. Sunday was church. And now, I'm tired just thinking about that week. Monday started the countdown for Stephen and Karissa's wedding on Saturday. So, I not only was really busy, but I also had cranky boys because they're used to some sort of a regular schedule which went totally out the window. I think the week of the wedding was the shortest week ever; although, the groom would probably disagree:)

The wedding was beautiful and went really well. The bride and groom shared their first kiss at the altar and left around 4 to begin their life together. Even though they didn't make it down the aisle as ring bearers, Peter and Titus looked super cute in their suits and bow ties. I'll post pictures after the bride and groom have had a chance to post some of their own.

Peter update: He's starting to babble even more, and I can't wait till words are actually formed into something understandable. He loves to entertain and playing the piano while singing. It cracks me up listening to him because he tries so hard. He's so adorable:)

Titus update: He's starting to form actual words. We're working on identifying eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. He has eye down perfect. When I ask where his nose is, he points to his nose and says, "N-eye!" He's also started "reading" books out loud. Unfortunately, he has a Phineas and Ferb addiction which means he keeps wanting to turn on the TV to see if it's playing.

I just realized a few days ago that my babies are now closer to 2 years old than they are a year. They turned 19 months on Monday. I just don't know where the time has gone!!

One Year Fun!!

Well, we made it through one year check ups and shots. Or, I guess I should say that I made it through one year check ups and shots. This was the first doctor's visit that I took both boys by myself and I was wore out by the time I got home. You should have seen the sympathy looks:) But don't worry, it wasn't any shorter of a wait for the doctor even though they could hear the cries of frustration from the boys. They didn't appreciate having to stay in the stroller, but they are just WAY too heavy for me carry into the building with a diaper bag and sippy cups. Shots came, and tears flowed, but they were both real troopers. I was very proud of my boys.

My little Peter weighed in at 19 pounds and 4 ounces and measured 29 1/2 inches long. He's in the 6th percentile for weight and the 35th percentile for height. The poor boy is too tall for pants that fit him in the waist; he wears six month pants in the waist and nine month pants in the legs. So, if I get them to fit the waist, he's flooding; but if I get them to fit the legs, they fall off him. A couple of days ago, I put a three month onesie on him to see if it still fit, and it did! He may be the oldest, but he's far from being the biggest. While we're out, I get asked all the time who's the oldest as they're pointing to Titus; and then, they don't believe me because Peter is so much smaller than Titus. Of course, I bite my sarcastic tongue and politely reassure them that I know who the oldest is:)

My brute Titus weighed in at 23 pounds even and measured 30 inches long. He's average for weight and above average for height. I promise he's not eating all of Peter's food. Peter has learned to fight back and won't let him touch his food or toys, and Titus doesn't appreciate it:) Titus's clothing problem is completely opposite of Peter's clothing problem. If I get pants to fit his waist, they're too long; but if I get them to fit the legs, they're too tight. He's shaped like his uncle with a long torso and short legs. Thank you Uncle Stephen!

They're birthday party went well too! We just had Pa, Grandma, Aunt Lee-Ann, and Aunt Karissa over. I contemplated having a bigger party, but I decided to save the money and spend more on a birthday party when they're old enough to remember it. We had their favorite food, pizza, and cake, and, of course, presents! I did splurge on the cake and ordered a Phineas and Ferb cake from Publix. They also gave us two baby cakes for them to smash. Peter loved his baby cake, but Titus didn't enjoy eating it with his hands. He liked it better once we gave him a spoon. In retrospect, I should have just cut him off a piece. The baby cakes were kinda big for them, and I think he was just overwhelmed with all the cake:)

They woke up from their nap and found presents!

Phineas and Ferb - "It's 104 days of summer vacation..."

Titus with his spoon:)

Peter pigging out!

It's been kinda smooth sailing around here lately; so, I should have known that something was going to happen soon. Tonight, I'm washing dishes and suddenly hear my husband yell, "Oh no!! Gross, gross, gross! You gotta be kidding me! Stephanie!!" I walk around the kitchen counter into the living room, and there it is. Peter had gotten his diaper off which is really easy for him to do since even diapers don't fit him well. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was that he pooped after he got the diaper off! I didn't see anything in the diaper; so, I'm assuming that the poop on the floor had to have come after the diaper was off. Now, if he had just pooped on the carpet, it would have been a relatively easy clean up; but no, he then had to walk through it on his way to the couch to sit with Daddy. Which means that I had to clean up poopy foot prints embedded in the carpet. You know, I was thinking the other day that I didn't have a poop on the floor or in the crib story like everyone else did. I was actually patting myself on the back because I thought surely my kids are already out of that stage. Boy, was I wrong!! Of course, Dan offered to bathe them because you know he's not going to clean poop out of the carpet. I will say that I came out drier than he did:) We definitely made up for our lack of disasters!