He's practically grown now (although he still shows no signs of either potty training himself or getting a job and helping out around this joint. How rude). My last baby. This year has gone by entirely too fast.
I had a surprise C-section (damn kid). Read all about it here.
Corbin is sweet and cuddly and the most lovable baby I've ever seen. He kisses and hugs and pats and is gentle to our pets. He adores his big brothers and tries his best to keep up with them. And the kid looooves him some music - put on anything even remotely resembling a tune or beat and he'll drop whatever he's doing and boogie down. He's a big little dude: 75th percentile for height, 95th for weight (aww, he takes after his mama). He's still bald as a cue ball, but if he's anything like his brother Coby, he'll get some hair by the time he's like three. (And from the few wispy strands clinging to his dome, I suspect he's going to be somewhat of a ginger.)
Wasn't it just yesterday that I was announcing the news of my pregnancy? Or praying my fart didn't register on the contraction monitor? Or complaining about being pregnant and feeling grateful all in one post? Or going in for the induction that didn't happen? I swear the time flies by faster and faster. It's all a blur. As much as I want it to speed up sometimes (like when I'm cleaning up my eighth spill of the day or mediating a squabble because "he's looking at me funny!"), I really wish I could slow it down.
As a double-whammy ... Colin, my oldest, turns eight in two days. Eight. That awkward-toothed, gangly-limbed, wanting-to-hang-with-the-big-boys-but-still-so-little age. Oh, my heart!
It almost makes me want another one.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Forget I even said that. Better yet, remind me how crazy I am!
PS - Check the Giveaways & Reviews tab tomorrow ... when I start a giveaway for the new JumpStart app, Madagascar Math Ops! Woohooo!!