I'm Not Going to Cry. No Way.

Connor transformed from being a little baby boy to being a little BOY right in front of my eyes today. And I couldn't do anything to stop it. With his first haircut, he left babydom behind him and entered toddlerhood.

As much as I love Connor's beautiful hair, the whole helmet-head hairdo just wasn't doing it for him anymore. Well, it might have been "doing it" for him, but not-so-much doing it for his parents. So we went to Snip-Its for his first haircut this afternoon.

It was a surprisingly easy process. Connor cooperated with the nice lady cutting his hair and didn't fuss at all. I was the one doing the fussing. I mean, I wasn't doing an all-out-cry, but tears definitely appeared at the corners of my eyes. I don't know where they came from, but all of the sudden I realized that we have a little boy now, not a baby.

The lady cutting his hair laughed at my sentimentalness. She said, "you cry now because you see him growing up. BELIEVE ME, you'll be jumping for joy when you see him all grown up and leaving the house for college." Did she not realize that just thinking about him going to his first day of pre-school or kindergarten makes me emotional, much less imagining him leaving the house for college? I mean, HELLLOOO.

It's crazy to think about how much of my life was spent pre-Connor, or BC (Before Connor). And, in just one year, he's captured my heart and I cannot imagine a minute without him.

Think I could get a certificate like this the next time I go to the salon? If I ask really, really nicely??

((This is my first attempt at playing with the video software we have. I promise not to make a video of EVERYTHING we do and I also promise to learn how to put music or other background music on during the photo slideshow. Suggestions are welcome.))

Catching Up

My parents, who aren't really "beach people", planned a beach trip to Destin, Florida in early May. While they aren't big fans of the beach, they are big fans of their grandson. Go figure. And, since Kelly, Dennis, and I are drawn to the ocean, it worked out perfectly. We had a relaxing time in the sun while my parents played with their grandson. Connor thoroughly enjoyed himself, too.

While his parents were soaking in the rays, Connor decided to push himself up from his wounded-soldier crawling position into the sitting position. We thought that this would never happen! And, with the encouragement of his grandparents, Connor began to learn how to pull himself up onto furniture and all of the sudden a new world opened up to him. And a big part of our world closed us off.

Connor has officially been on the move for some time but once he realized that he could actually reach the items that he had been staring at for the last 11 months, it was all over. For us. And it was just beginning. For him.

May 13th was the first time that we SAW Connor pull himself up in his crib. I say that it is the first time we SAW him do this because we secretly think that he has been able to pull himself up, walk, talk, and do all kinds of things. But he only does it when we aren't looking. He probably sits in his crib, reads books, calls his friends and does all sorts of things. But he is going to make us wait to see those skills.

And, it's fine that he is going to make us wait. It really is. He is changing way too fast as it is. Our little baby is no longer a baby. He is a sweet little boy.

No If's, And's, or Butt's About It...

Kidney Stones Update

So, tomorrow I go in for yet another lithotripsy. The third time has to be the charm, right? The kidney stone giving me the most trouble right now didn't break up the last time we did this procedure so I am hopeful that it is going to cooperate with us better for round #3.

It's funny how things happen in life and just when you think you are big and brave (because you have to be, once you become a mother), you find yourself wanting to be held and told that everything will be just fine. I guess I felt like we have been so busy lately that I asked Dennis if he could please just drop me off and pick me up at the appropriate times and I thought that I would be OK. He asked me if I was sure and I laughed at him: it is a simple out-patient procedure and I am fine. F-I-N-E.

Then, we were at dinner (surprise: eating at our mexican restaurant) a week or so ago and I asked Dennis if he would come to the next surgery. There's something comforting about knowing that he's there, in the waiting room, not far from me. Of course he said that he'd be there and reminded me that he wanted to be there for the other two rounds of lithotripsy, but I told him not to be.

So, tomorrow will come and go and everything will be easier and better because Dennis will be there.

It's kind-of like when we die and are buried next to each other. I made Dennis promise that we will each have walkie-talkies in our coffin as well as a TV. (1) We need to be able to talk to each other because, yes, we will STILL have things to talk about and (2) who knows how long we'll be down there before going up to heaven so we absolutely need a TV to help pass the time. Helllooo.

Ah-hem. Back to the kidney stones. After the first lithotripsy, I remember asking the Anesthesiologist to tell me exactly what drugs he gave me. He named a few that I didn't recognize and then mentioned Propofol. I looked at him and said, "Not Propofol! That's what they gave to Michael Jackson!" I don't remember as much immediately after the second surgery, but the Anesthesiologist said that I kept saying, "I sell drugs by day and margaritas by night".

My point in all of this is that you shouldn't feel bad for me because Dennis will be with me and we are going to blow this sucker to smitherines tomorrow. And, don't feel bad for Dennis as he is definitely in for some random conversations as he drives me home post-lithotripsy. But, now that I think about it, we have those random conversations everyday already... So, OK, feel bad for Dennis.

Bueller?

I am still alive. I promise. And I'll post something really soon.

Duh.