March

We finally saw some much-needed warm weather this month! It was up in the 70s for a few weeks, and we were just soaking it up! We went to a park every day that we could and ended up going several times with different friends each time. We even went swimming a handful of times.

First we went swimming at the Lone Tree rec center with Chase & Camden to celebrate Chase's birthday. It was super cool and even had a little zero entry splash area for the babies. On a warmer day we tried out our apartment complex pool which is actually heated! Max was dying to try out the pool since he saw other kids swimming, but he was a little hesitant when he got in. A few days later we ordered him a puddle jumper, and when we took him again, he loved swimming with his puddle jumper! It was so stinking fun that I didn't even get my phone out to take a single picture. I hope he loves swimming this summer.

... and the next week it snowed ...

Craig had a family medicine rotation with a pretty great schedule, however he was spending every spare minute studying for boards. He took boards at the end of the month and we are THRILLED they are over! His last big exams for at least 3 years! Hoorayyy! He had a few days off after his boards, so we went to the Children's Museum one day, ate lots of good food, and watched a lot of movies. We made a fort in our living room one day, and Max has asked to build a fort every day since!




At 20 months, Max is quickly approaching the terrible twos and I am crossing my fingers they aren't too terrible. He is becoming quite the opinionated little guy about everything from food to books to clothes. He has mini tantrums and is starting to throw things when he's mad, which is slightly concerning.

He looooves to "cuhcuh" with chalk, crayons, pens, anything he can get his hands on. And then he orders me to draw him dinosaurs and stars. He still is pretty antisocial with other kids, but he loves his friend Briella. She is the only one he asks for at church or whose name he says.

He is learning songs and it is SO stinking cute. He loves if you're happy and you know it, head shoulder knees and toes, itsy bitsy spider, wheels on the bus, and twinkle twinkle. He usually only does the hand motions, but every once in a while I catch him "singing" totally on his own doing the motions and it is the sweetest thing. He is finally starting to engage at storytime (we go to the library once or twice a week), whereas before he would cling to me and only watch the other kids from a distance.

He is getting so much better at shapes! He loves to identify circles wherever we go ("kirkle! kirkle!") and can also say square, oval, star, and heart. He's learning colors too but basically just tries to repeat them after I say them and doesn't identify them yet. His fake counting is still going strong (do, do, do, do, DA!).
Finding circles at the Denver Botanic Gardens

He has recently become obsessed with the vacuum ("bacbac"). At first he just really wanted ME to vacuum. Every day. And then he wanted to help. And now he just wants me to get the vacuum out for him and let him vacuum. The other day he dragged the vacuum around (turned off) for almost 30 minutes!! He was literally sweating and red in the face, but so stinking happy. Until I finally put it away. I really need to buy him a mini vacuum.
Sweaty and happy post-vacuuming... but before I put it away and the crying ensued
He loves dinosaurs, crocodiles (croco), Mickey Mouse, and watching Sesame Street (always points to the tv and asks, elmo?). He's started to shrug his shoulders and twist his hands when he's asking for something he knows we won't give him (ie. more applesauce or elmo), and it is so stinking hilarious. Where did he learn to turn on the sweet boy charm?





February

February flew by. Max had his surgery, which went super well but seemed to emotionally occupy most of the month. Craig was on an ER rotation and alternated between nights and days, but on his days off we managed to do a few fun things:

-- We visited the Botanic Gardens and Museum of Nature and Science. It was super fun to finally bring Craig to the "dino museum" because Max loves it so much. This time he even cried when we left. Max particularly loved the animals this time and kept asking for "more" animals.

angel baby face
He LOVES this guy -- a man is dressed in black underneath this dino making it walk around the museum





"Hey Max, do you want to take apart this body with me?"

He loved this dino and even gave him "noses" 


-- It was Valentine's Day and due to Craig's night shifts, we did a Valentine's lunch at Cranelli's -- a local Italian restaurant I've been DYING to go to. It did NOT disappoint. Just about died and went to lasagna heaven.

-- We roadtripped to Salt Lake for Grandma Bartholomew's funeral. Craig decided he wanted to be there literally the day before, after he had been working nights in the ER. His mom didn't know and we kept it a surprise until we got there. We were both SO happy we decided to go. It was so wonderful to be there for Lynette and spend time with family.




-- We had a pizza night with the Taylors and Holmes. Chase turned 2 so we celebrated with cupcakes! Max is still pretty antisocial and shy with other kids still, as much as we get together with them. It is crazy to see him next to Camden and Chase and how he really is just so calm and gentle in comparison.

-- I learned and performed a musical number in church in 5 days. I accompanied Chrissie Smith and went over to her house almost every day to practice. It was definitely a fun experience, and I'm always grateful for a chance to play the piano since it is usually a rare occasion.

-- Max learned to say nooOOoo (and he goes up and down in tone when he says it) and to tell us when he has a poopy diaper. He is learning shapes and asks to "color" (cuhcuh) with bath crayons and regular crayons all the time. Our walls and floors have already taken a beating.

-- Max has started smiling with his teeth when you say, show me your teeth! And it's hilarious. He likes to use hand sanitizer but can't figure out a way to ask for it, so he usually just goes and stands by it and sticks his hands out.

-- We finally switched him to a convertible car seat, although he technically isn't even close to the weight limit on his infant seat. He was just getting too tall and squished in there! The convertible is a beast and weighs about as much as Max does by itself!

-- Probably the biggest change was dropping the morning nap. It was painful to let go of, because I reeeally loved that morning "me time" to get ready, but he transitioned in about a week and it was all over. He now takes about a 3-hour nap around noon every day. I do like it now that we have a bigger window in the day to go out and do things, but it's murder when his nap is cut short. Especially since I usually try to cram in my work hours then!






I've already posted about his surgery, but this month I really was just in continual awe of this sweet boy of mine. It's crazy how much of his personality he doesn't get from us, but rather came with on his own. He was such a champ and a sweetheart throughout the whole surgery and recovery. I am amazed at how strong he is, and again, I can't stress enough how much it was an answer to prayers. He is sweet and gentle and shy and I'm just so grateful he's ours.


Max's Surgery

Max was born with a cephalohematoma, basically a pocket of blood between the layers of his skull. We were told it would go away, but instead it ossified (turned into bone), and left a huge bump on his head. It's super rare for him to be born with one without a traumatic birth, and it's even more rare that it didn't go away. However, it was never life threatening or dangerous to him.


When we moved to Colorado, we asked his new pediatrician what she thought about it. She checked with a neurosurgeon for us, who told us again that they usually go away, but that we'd keep watching it for another year. In three months when we went in for another well check, the pediatrician told us she had happened to meet with a different pediatric neurosurgeon and asked about Max's head. This neurosurgeon told her that it would not go away, and it would need to be surgically removed. She told us she trusted her and gave us her card to just meet with her and find out what our options would be.

We set up an appointment to do just that: find out what our options would be. In my mind, I wanted to know what would happen if in a few years it was the same size and we decided he might want it gone. I didn't want him to be self-conscious about it as a kid or teenager. While most people don't notice it and think that his bump is actually just a lot of fluffy hair, it's actually quite noticeable, and when his hair is wet or short, you can tell just how large it really is. I was also worried about helmets fitting properly when he started riding a bike or wanting to play sports. In my mind, this was something we'd have to deal with when he got older.

We met with the neurosurgeon (Dr. Osterdock) and she told us right away that this thing wasn't going anywhere. She'd seen it before and operated on it before. Here came the kicker: if we wanted it gone, we shouldn't wait ANY longer. It would need to be done soon because the longer you wait, the harder the bone becomes and more difficult the surgery is. In fact, she'd usually operate at 6-8 months, and here he was, 18 months. It was a low-risk, surface level surgery. So she put us on the schedule for two weeks later. Just like that.

I was overwhelmed. And terrified. Having his surgery at this age was so unexpected! I was planning to have YEARS to warm up to the idea, but the fact was it had to be done soon! We scheduled it, but I was still very much on the fence, planning to cancel if after a few days I didn't feel good about it.

It came down to this: would he grow up and wish we had gotten rid of it when we could have? Of course he would. No child wants to have a golf-ball-sized bump on his head, and certainly no teenager. Even if he was an uncharacteristically confident kid, even if he kept his hair long his whole life, he would notice it. He'd go swimming. His sports team would get buzz cuts for playoffs. He'd want a trendy haircut. His helmet would fit funny. He'd want it gone.

I was a wreck. Putting my child through surgery on his SKULL for cosmetic reasons? Was I crazy? What kind of parent does that? That's where my guilt stemmed from. The fact that it wasn't medically necessary. If he had needed life-saving surgery, there would be no hesitation. At all. But I felt so sick about causing my sweet baby fear and pain over something he didn't understand and didn't even need.

The surgery was rescheduled one week later because of Max's cold, which ended up being a good thing because it gave me a little more time to warm up to the idea and be 100% certain that we should go for it. So I fasted and prayed about it. I didn't want to make the wrong choice and expose my child to some unknown risk. But the answer was peace and I knew it was a good decision. I knew he wouldn't be in danger. It was the first time in my life I remember fasting to receive an answer. And I did. Unmistakably. I felt good about going forward with the surgery.

When I say I "felt good," what I mean is that I cried about it every single time I thought about it, but still knew it was the right choice, and that Max would be grateful for it someday. I still dealt with that guilt up until the surgery. The days before the surgery I was praying hard that it would go well. But I was so emotional that mostly I prayed for strength for me that I could keep it together for Max, and I prayed for him that he would be brave and that everything would go okay.

The morning of the surgery I woke up 100% okay. I was nervous, but not emotional. Not one bit. We packed bags (we were to stay one night in the hospital), and played with Max to distract him from being hungry (he was to be fasting all morning until his surgery at 11 am). Once we got to the hospital (Rocky Mountain Hospital for Children), he was totally distracted by the toys and no longer whiny about being hungry. We checked in, had vitals/history taken by nurses, and played in the playroom for about an hour. We met with the surgeon and anesthesiologist beforehand, and Craig took Max back for anesthesia while I waited in the waiting room.




Craig said that Max did great. I don't know if he just tells me that to make me feel better, but I'm grateful either way. And then we waited. For about an hour and a half. And I felt strong. I didn't have any fear for Max. I knew he was going to be okay. Things had gone so well that morning and I didn't have any reason to be nervous. We watched a TV show and got lunch to keep our minds off of it.

It wasn't until I was expecting the surgery to be over by now that I felt nervous, but more anxious to have it over with and see him already. But the surgeon came and said that everything went well. She said she shaved off about an inch thick of bone! And then we were just waiting for him to come out of anesthesia. That's when I started to go a little crazy. I was so nervous to see that little guy. Would he be hurting? Would he have a tough time coming out of anesthesia? Would he be crying?

After what seemed like FOREVER, a nurse came to take us back to see Max. He was sleeping in a hospital crib on his side, with his incision side up. It was a gnarly incision. About 4-5 inches long, too many stitches to count, oozing. The scary IV under his bandaged hand (I have a thing with needles). I got a little teary-eyed but kept it together. Max woke up maybe 45 minutes later and was so confused. He wanted water and guzzled his whole water bottle. They gave him pain meds and anti-nausea meds through his IV. He still threw up his water because he drank it so fast.



He sat up in his crib with a straight posture and stared at us. He was so dazed and drugged and basically had no emotion. He didn't smile, but he didn't cry either. Just stared. Forever. He started to fall asleep sitting up. It was actually pretty funny. After he proved he could keep fluids in and his incision wasn't bleeding, they took out his IV and we were able to take him home that night!!!




He fell asleep right before we got home (so dazed but fighting sleep), and he fell right back asleep in his bed. He slept for two hours and woke up a little confused and whiny, we gave him some pain meds, but he just wanted to eat, so eat he did! He ate and ate and played for a while and then went right back to bed.

I went to bed exhausted but so grateful for how well everything went today. I braced myself for a long night with him, but he slept all night without a peep. When he woke up, he ran around the house looking for toys and breakfast as if nothing had ever happened to him. I was in shock. He didn't even need the prescribed pain meds. He didn't even notice. He didn't whine, he didn't touch his head, he just was himself. He wasn't in the pain I had felt so guilty about causing him.



Never before have I had such an undeniable answer to prayers. The strength I received was not my own, and I know without a doubt that it came from my Savior. I know Heavenly Father was listening to me and aware of my needs, empathizing with me as I put my only son through pain. If anyone knows what it was like, He does.

The surgery went so well, Max hardly suffered any pain, we were able to come home hours later, the recovery process couldn't have been easier... I couldn't ask for anything more. I feel so blessed that even a week later, I'm still crying over my blessings. I felt and saw answered prayers as if they were tangible. Hearing from friends and family they had prayed and fasted for us on their own... I just can't even express enough gratitude. Because I know their prayers were heard. Again and again Heavenly Father proved that he is listening and beside me every step of the way. God is so good, always.







January + 18 months

Does anyone else feel like January is basically about survival? January is when I start getting over the cold and feeling desperate for the sunshine! This month was Craig's last "elective" rotation month, which means he was gone for two weeks rotating with a derm residency in Kirksville, MO. He was gone right after the holidays when many of our friends were out of town, and it was freezing outside, so I basically shut myself in my house for two weeks. I basically spent every minute that Max was sleeping working, so I had a killer month for Pinners. It was the perfect productive way to spend my time instead of wallowing in seasonal depression/loneliness.

It went by quickly, but I was happy that it was the last time he'd be leaving me this year! When he came back, we had a few date nights, snow days with Max, and even bundled up for a trip to the zoo on a free day! The zoo is absolutely nuts on free days but totally worth it. Plus Max loves it more and more every time.

Max eventually came down with a cold so it seems like we were cooped up for much of the month. I did however have to (single-handedly) plan a daddy-daughter dance for Activity Days, which is frightening to anyone who knows how much planning parties/decorating stresses me out. It turned out great though, and I was so glad to check that off my list for the year.




This was after I had said no.... so naughty.






Max turned 18 months on the 27th. A year and a half! I can't believe it. Our nursery at church was kind enough to let him join at the beginning of the month, and he has done GREAT -- EVERY time! The first time I brought him in there, I stayed for about 30 minutes before I told him goodbye, and he just waved at me and said, "buh bye!" He loves it and has never cried once! It's so fun to peek in on him and look at him learning to sit in a tiny chair during singing time, basically just staring at the adults because what nursery kids actually sing? All three of the leaders are older and PERFECT with little kids. Max is not social whatsoever with other kids, but he loves those leaders and is as happy as a clam to be playing with toys during church and not sitting with mom!

Max started calling Craig "mama" this month, so now we are both mama. I don't know where that came from since he's said dada from the start, but even when we correct him, he'll go back to saying mama. My favorite thing he does right now is ask a question and answer it right away as if he's confirming what he's saying is true. He loves to say, "mama? mama." "dada? dada." or "apple? apple" (for applesauce). He has started to try to say most words now, even if they don't always resemble the actual word. I'm happy he is trying! I can't wait for him to talk more.

He loves to give "noses" (eskimo kisses) and calls them "nono." He learned how to give kisses and says mmmmmma while tapping his head to yours (sometime if you get lucky he'll actually get his lips on your face). He's learning shapes and is getting better at identifying which shape goes into which hole on his shape sorter. He LOVES to build towers with his blocks and crash them as fast as he can! He's really into dinosaurs, books, and his animal figures. He loves to make his animals "stomp stomp stomp," or even give each other noses!

He has also started to pretend to count, which is by far the funniest thing he's taught himself. Out of the blue he has just started to point to things and say, "do, do, do, do, DA!" as if he's counting to five and emphasizing the words just like we do! He "counts" blocks, toys, food, you name it. It is hilarious to hear him counting away -- totally on his own and while no one else is looking.

He also loooooves to "hide and seek" by hiding toys and asking us where they went. He will put something behind his back and lift up his other hand like, "where'd it go?" and then whip the toy out laughing. He's started to hide things under our leather chair while we're watching and do the same thing. He lifts his hands up with this surprised face as if we didn't just watch him shove the toy under the chair. It is his favorite game and thinks it's hilarious every time. He also loves to peek around corners himself and say, "boo!"

He's grown out of all of his 18 month shirts and they are complete belly shirts on him, although he still fits into 18 month pants perfectly. We've moved onto 18-24m/2T shirts and jammies. He's 25.5 lbs and height is questionable since we struggled at the doctor's this month. He has started to hate diaper changes and would rather not wear a diaper at all after a bath. He runs around naked and scratches his bum so hard until we catch him and force a diaper upon him.

He's a riot. Craig said that when he came home from Missouri, Max was a different baby (is he even a baby anymore??), and it's true! He has started to really LOVE playing with us. He loves to wrestle and tickle and dance and build and play catch with us, which is so much fun. 18 months is the best age.