tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85633011955568865192024-03-05T16:24:02.757-08:00The Byrds NestClairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12700782056619953214noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563301195556886519.post-53413988213173402872014-08-04T14:02:00.000-07:002014-08-04T14:02:22.694-07:00JohnI have been considering returning to the blog for awhile now, obviously I took an extra long break because I'm just not the best about blogging. A few weeks became a few months and then it just seemed too long. But, as many of you already know, we are expecting baby number three in just a few short days. While I've been pretty private about things for the last few months, lately I've been feeling like I should share my thoughts on the impending arrival of John. <br />
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John Rob Byrd is due on August 24th, but we are expecting him to arrive this week. We found out in March that this sweet boy has Trisomy 18. At the time, they couldn't tell us anything about how long we might have him with us. The timeline was anywhere from losing him sometime during the pregnancy to him living for years, but we always knew that most likely we were looking at a very short time with him. Now, it seems that the time to meet John has arrived. As of now, he's still hanging on, but with some pretty serious issues that they found a few weeks ago. From what we understand, they do not expect him to live long at this point, and we are just hoping to say hello before we have to say goodbye.<br />
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After months of processing this information I know this...if there is one job I have as a mother to my boys, it's to teach them about Jesus. It's to help guide them so that one day they accept Jesus as their Lord and Savior. It's to help them grow into strong Christian men. It's to help get them to Heaven. And now, with John, I'll skip a lot of those steps, but I know he's going to be in Heaven. <br />
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Do I want him to be here with me? Absolutely! Am I going to be so sad to lose a child, a person that I've loved and felt and carried since I found out about him in December? Of course. We pictured our lives with three boys under 4. We were preparing for the madness of a new baby along with two toddlers. I can still imagine these three boys growing up together and I know it's not going to happen. But something even better is waiting for John. He gets to skip all of the growing pains and mistakes of life. I get to see him again. I have years of hard work ahead to help mold my boys and hopefully to help lead them to make the decision for Christ, but John is already going to be with Jesus. I can't possibly ask for anything greater for my child. <br />
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Obviously, I don't know exactly how Heaven works, and I won't know until I'm there. But I like to think that John is going to meet my grandfather, who he's named after and who I've always wanted to meet. I like to think that Celia, my aunt, who I've missed for the last three years, will be there waiting for him. She absolutely loved babies, and she loved me. Now she can love my sweet boy when I can't be there. Not that he will even need anyone else there at all, because John will finally be whole in the arms of Jesus, and that is the best love of all. I wish I could keep him here with me, but I'm excited for him to be with Jesus.<br />
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I know that the next few months are going to bring a wave of emotions. I know that I will have happy times and sad times. Good days and bad days. I know that I need prayers more than I ever have. But on the days when things are really tough, I can remind myself that he is in a better place than I can even imagine. Clairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12700782056619953214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563301195556886519.post-90724725712381648462013-02-22T20:18:00.000-08:002013-02-22T20:18:34.952-08:00This and That<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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It was beautiful today and I was so thankful for the nice weather so we could spend the afternoon outside. Will had school today and then we went to the playground and came home and played in the driveway for awhile. Fletcher is at a hard age for outside play because he's ready to get down but there's not really anywhere for him to crawl outside. He's pulling up on things now so I'm have to get used to him being able to reach new things when I'm not looking. Luckily, he hasn't noticed the stairs yet. We've had a good week and tomorrow night <a href="http://kelsothoughts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Anna Catherine</a> is taking the boys so we can have a date night. That was one of her Christmas presents for Rob, a date night during his busiest time of year! It will be nice to get out and so something without having to worry about everything being kid-friendly.</div>
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Will has been upset every time I go to pick him up from school lately. I really think a lot of it has to do with him being so tired. He isn't sleeping well at all with his eczema and most mornings he's up by 5:30. They take naps at school and when I go to pick him up he is dead asleep and doesn't like being woken up. Wonder who he gets that from? I've figured out that we just have to stay in the classroom and let him adjust for a couple of minutes before heading out of the school. Fletcher doesn't seem to mind just hanging out in the floor while will gets settled down. </div>
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On a more personal note I've made a few goals for myself this year because I'm turning 30. I got a makeover/makeup present from my cousin and sister for Christmas and have been wearing makeup on a regular basis for about a month now. I love it! This should have happened long ago but I figure 30 is as good a time as any to get started. I'm also working on getting back to a happy weight for me. I have a ways to go but I'm excited to work on it. Losing weight is something that I've always been really good at when I put my mind to it. I think I've not been too worried about it in the last couple of years because I've really been pregnant or breastfeeding pretty much the whole time. I've just had to take some time to get in the right mindset but I'd really like to be there by 30 so that gives me plenty of time to work toward a goal. Maybe if things go well I'll show you before and after pics in October. And I'm also working on my relationship with God. This is something that I hope to always be working on so it's not just a goal for 30, but there are some specific things I'd like to do this year. </div>
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First night in big boy bed right after he turned two. He fell out that night.</div>
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He looks so tiny in that big bed!</div>
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Just a little bragging on myself for making these!</div>
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Fletcher trying out his new car seat at Christmas. He just moved into in last week.</div>
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Oh just relaxing!</div>
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My boys hanging out on the couch together.</div>
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We slept together last time I was at my mom's house and this is what I found when I went to bed. Where am I supposed to sleep?</div>
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I was documenting his eczema (so that I can show the dermatologist pictures of how bad it gets in case it is better by the time we finally get to go) and Will thought I was taking pictures of every body part so he started helping my. This was his lips picture. </div>
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This is a little bit of what is on his leg. I didn't want to show any of the really bad pictures because they are just sad. </div>
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Fletcher loves to sleep with a pillow in his crib but he usually just leaves it beside him. I checked on him at naptime one day and he was like this. He looks like a grown up!</div>
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Will letting Teddy Bear sit in his new car seat. </div>
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Outside time last week!</div>
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So after my post about my very easy 8 month old, I thought
it only appropriate to write a post about Will. Will is 2. That says it all
really. One second he is so sweet and laughing and loving on his brother, and
the next he’s laying in the floor screaming for no reason at all. I know a lot
of it has to do with communication, and the fact that we can’t understand what
he’s trying to tell us sometimes. He is talking a lot now and I can get
probably ¾ of it, but the rest I just guess at and he gets so frustrated when he
has to keep repeating himself. And then sometimes he throws fits just because.
Because he woke up grumpy, because he’s tired, because his milk was opened the
wrong way, because his oatmeal wasn’t the exact temperature he wanted it to be.
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Then there's the itching. Oh the itching! He has TERRIBLE eczema and we haven't been able to help him much this winter. We went to an allergist and he's not allergic to anything. That was great news considering Rob is allergic to everything, but bad news for the eczema since there was nothing we could just cut out to help it. We have an appointment with a dermatologist but can't get in until March 28. Hopefully it will be be better by then because the weather will be warmer, so I've taken pictures to show them just how bad it is now. The itching also causes fits, because he's in pain. It's heartbreaking really. He can't sleep half the time because he wakes up itching and sometimes baths have to be 5 minutes because he can't stop clawing at his skin. </div>
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But back to the fits for no reason other than being two...when I picked him up from MDO last Tuesday he threw a huge fit
for reasons completely unknown to me. His teachers had just finished telling me
how obedient he is and what a good day he’d had and then he fell apart on the
way out. It was so much fun to try to get him to the car in the midst of his
tantrum while also trying not to drop Fletcher. He loves school so I don’t know
if he just didn’t want to leave or he just woke up from nap grumpy. Those are
the times when two is really hard, because I’d like to just be able to pick
Will up and take him to the car, or to the bathroom, or somewhere that I can
deal with him, but I’m holding Fletcher and he can’t walk, so I just have to
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When he’s sweet he’s just precious. He loves to play with
his animals and make animal sounds. He loves to look through books and pick out
things to talk about, but he won't let us read them to him anymore. He loves
Fletcher and really tries to play with him, he’s just a little rough and ends
up hurting him sometimes. He loves to play chase, to wrestle with Rob in the
floor, to sing songs and count and recite his ABC’s. And he loves Mickey Mouse
Clubhouse. He know all the characters and we have to talk about them a million
times a day. He likes to play with his little apps on the ipad, although he
doesn’t do that as often as he used to. His favorite thing on the ipad is just
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I know you are all so excited. And by all I mean my immediate family since anyone else who was reading stopped checking for new posts months ago! Fletcher has a new tooth as of Tuesday, and when I found it I decided that the blogging needed to start back up. You see, Fletcher has no baby book, so the only way to remember these things is to put them here on the blog. This way when he's grown and asks these questions (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">who am I kidding? He's a boy, he won't ask or care!</span>) I will know the answers. Since it's been approximately 8 months since I've blogged, there's a lot to catch up on, but we'll just make this post about Fletcher. </div>
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Fletcher has been an extremely easy baby in comparison to Will, who was really pretty easy himself! Fletch is happy about 85% of the time and smiles at everyone and everything. He loves Will and will just watch him play and now that he's crawling (as of right at the 8 month mark) he's pretty happy to play by himself too. He sleeps wherever he happens to be at nap time and wakes up happy whether or not he was able to get his whole nap. He sleeps about 12 hours at night and basically just transitioned into all night sleeping on his own. We never had to cry it out, mainly because I was more tired this time around and any time he woke up in the night I just put him in the bed with me, and then well before 6 months (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">my personal "must sleep through the night or cry it out" marker</span>) he just quit waking up at night and now he sleeps like a champ. Our only issue with him was eating solids. He wanted nothing to do with them in the beginning and thought everything was gross. But they've grown on him and while he's still pretty picky he's a good eater. </div>
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Giraffe Fletcher at Halloween.</div>
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We decided we were finally ready to list our house by the end of April, at which point we had been talking about it for 5 months. We prepared ourselves for a long wait to sell, because we just didn't think it would go quickly. Boy were we wrong! The house sold in less than 2 weeks and we were given a close date of June 15th, with Baby Byrd due on June 16th. We wanted to sell so we agreed to be out by the 15th and then immediately started a search for a new house!<br />
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It was pretty frustrating because we had been looking online for months and had a list of houses we wanted to see, but when we would send addresses to our realtor, everything we wanted would be under contract already. We kept searching and finding new ones and we kept getting shot down. Out of probably more than 20 houses we sent, we were able to see 8. But number 7 was a winner and we were able to get it! Our close date for the new house was also set for the 15th.<br />
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So by mid-May we had sold a house, bought a house, and now had to deal with all of the ins and outs of each. Add to that keeping our house clean for showings (I did require an hour notice before each one) while 33-36 weeks pregnant and keeping up with a 30 pound, 17-month-old wild child, and Baby Byrd decided not to wait any longer!<br />
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Fletcher Knight Byrd arrived on May 21st, almost 4 weeks early but weighing a healthy 6 lb 12 oz. I never thought I would be one to have such a small baby, but they said he would have been pretty big by 40 weeks! Needless to say, it scared me to death to be going in to labor at 36 weeks, because you hear so much about 37 weeks being the magic number, and in my mind the baby was just going to stay until at least May 26. Because I convinced myself that I wasn't in labor at such an early date, I waited too long to go to the hospital and didn't get to have an epidural. I don't suggest it and if there is another baby I will be going to the hospital at the very moment I think I'm in labor so I can get those drugs! On the plus side, I arrived at the hospital around 7:30 a.m. and Fletcher was born at 9:30 on the dot, so while it was horrible, it was only 2 hours of horrible.<br />
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We got home from the hospital on May 23rd and have been finishing up with things for the buy/sale of the homes ever since. We were finally able to start packing earlier this week and it's nice to know we are getting started.<br />
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Hopefully everything else will go off without a hitch and we'll be in our new home by June 19th. Will can finally play outside any time he wants to and there is even a fence so I don't have to worry about him running off on me!<br />
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Fletcher Knight Byrd is here!</div>
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My grandfather, his middle name is Knight too! It was his mother's maiden name and it's also my <a href="http://fatgirltothin.blogspot.com/">cousin</a>'s middle name. She has a picture with him on her blog, but I don't have one on my camera.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Eating a little snack before we went to get his ears rechecked. All clear!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've checked on him a couple of times in bed and found him hugging this little monkey. Such a cutie!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oatmeal cookie for after nap snack. He would love to have this for a snack every day!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A little phone time after his bath. He likes to pretend like he's on the phone. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">The two holes left by the hail. At least I have a pretty new windshield now!</div>Clairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12700782056619953214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563301195556886519.post-74614998907862693792012-03-20T19:05:00.000-07:002012-03-20T19:05:31.841-07:00March<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been a really bad blogger this month and I haven't posted. So I guess I'll do an update of everything that we've been up to. Rob has been out of town this month and I had a baby shower to give so we've been busy traveling around and haven't really seen each other a lot. But luckily he's home for the rest of the month! Will and I went down to Fayetteville the first week of March so I could pick some things up for the shower I was giving and leave him there to spend some quality time while I hosted the shower and got some blood work done. No gestational diabetes, yay! Then I went back down and got to watch my mom in the 50's show while Anna Catherine stayed with Will. We spent lots of outside time on the farm in the warm weather and he watched the horses and played with rocks, dirt, sticks, and anything else he could find. We came back Thursday when Rob got back to town. I don't have many pictures but here are a few of the shower (it looks like I didn't do anything, but I did, it was just regular food so it didn't make fun pictures!) and one of Will. I forget to take pictures just like I forget everything else these days. I blame pregnancy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cupcakes that Rachel made, Riggs is the baby's name and we can't wait to meet him!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rachel also made the diaper cake. So cute! She made mine when I had Will and I hated to take it apart to use the diapers!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One of her gifts was a sign for the hospital door. I've heard of people using them but I had never seen one in person, so cute! She got lots of fun (and some practical) things for Riggs.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I got back after the blood work on Monday Will and I went outside for a little while. His hat was in my mom's car in town so he borrowed Susan's purple toboggan she uses for feeding. It was pretty windy that day but the rest of the week was really hot and he broke out the shorts. He would spend every second outside if he could, he just loves it! Today we walked up and down our sidewalks a million times. </div><br />
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</div>Clairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12700782056619953214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563301195556886519.post-64866548970119495752012-02-29T20:12:00.000-08:002012-02-29T20:12:27.896-08:00Hair, Teeth, Naps and Straws<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Will is a little under the weather and since the weather was actually bad today, we haven't been anywhere. As I write he is upstairs trying to go to sleep between coughs, poor boy! I don't really feel that sorry for him though because he is also talking and clapping. We were brushing his teeth before bed tonight and I noticed a white spot further back on his gums. I reached in a sure enough, he has two new teeth. This makes me wonder if maybe the last thing I thought was a cold was actually these teeth. It also makes me wonder if this current runny nose and cough is related to the top ones coming in to match the bottom. I don't know though, the cough was pretty terrible last night and seemed to be in his chest, it even woke him up for awhile. His sweet daddy even got up and rocked him for a little bit last night before he put him back to bed. Today he sounds much better and just seems to have a normal cold type cough.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">We have finally transitioned to full time, happy napping in the crib. Every day at noon he goes into his crib with a pile of books. He reads for about 15 minutes, then drops them out of the bed and lays down and takes a nap. Two of the days have been great, he wakes up happy and stands up and talks until I come get him. Yesterday though, he woke up after only an hour and because he was still tired he cried for about the next 30 minutes. That's never fun. As long as he gets at least an hour and a half he seems to do fine, sometimes he naps for two hours or more.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It's crazy how grown up he seems. He can take directions so well and is really listening well when I tell him not to do something. Yesterday I finally taught him to drink out of a straw! That will make life much easier in the car because his other cup leaked everywhere when I let him have it back there by himself. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He's such a sweet boy and I am enjoying every day with him before things get crazy around here and I'm trying to juggle two! And now as I finish up, he's sleeping peacefully!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Playing with his toys. This was the first day it was warm enough to just wear a onesie around the house and I loved seeing his cute little legs again! We are almost out of the onesie stage though, this is the last one that fits.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Before the haircut Saturday morning. He hadn't quite woken up good. It doesn't really look that bad right here, but trust me, it was. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After the cut he got a sucker, so he was a happy boy on the way home. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was trying to take a picture of the straw drinking, and this was the first face he made. I'm not sure what it's about, but it cracked me up. </div>Clairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12700782056619953214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563301195556886519.post-47662386036851243672012-02-23T19:58:00.000-08:002012-02-23T19:58:42.353-08:00Bad hair day...and other pics from this weekSo Will's last haircut was a bit of a disaster and after we got home we noticed that they didn't cut the front enough and it was almost in his eyes. It's quickly gotten all the way into his eyes and so tonight I thought I would cut it myself, you know, just a little trim in the front. BAD idea! It does not look good, and we are headed to get a real haircut tomorrow (the rest was getting long too but I thought we could wait a couple more weeks). I guess we will have a to a nice short spring cut a little early, because I might have cut one side of the front pretty short when he tried to turn his head. I would show you pictures but the only ones I have are on the phone and I can't get them on here. Oh well, it's just hair, and his grows fast so I'm not worried about it. That's pretty much how I feel about my own hair, it'll grow back out so whatever.<br />
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We have had a good week otherwise. He seems right on the verge of talking, and has a lot to say when Rob gets home at night, if he happens to still be up! He just babbles away all day and reads books out loud to himself all the time. I wish I knew what he was saying. We went to the park today and stayed for over an hour and he loved it! I like watching him explore the playground and then just walk around checking things out. He's so inquisitive. We had to walk up and down little hills and all around the park just to see what was there. I can't imagine being a little person and seeing new things all the time!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I pulled his fleece off and his hair had static. I don't know what that face is about!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Crazy hair last weekend. The last haircut just wasn't the best and it's kinda been a mess since then.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We probably spent more than half of our park time at the swings. He LOVES to swing and will go back to them after about 10 minutes of something else. I couldn't get a picture of him smiling because the sun was in his eyes and he kept looking down.</div>Clairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12700782056619953214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563301195556886519.post-72249850190124261512012-02-10T21:21:00.000-08:002012-02-10T21:21:54.647-08:00Naps and WordsWell we are down to one nap. I tried to think it was just a one day thing, and then the next day I thought maybe we were just having a couple of off days. But that started Monday and we haven't looked back. Most of the week it's been just one two hour nap after lunch, although today it was over two hours. I think I miss the nap more than he does, but I am glad that it gives us freedom to go places in the morning. We just haven't had anywhere we really needed to go this week.<br />
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We've been hanging around the house most of the week but today we did run to Spring Hill and take some food to Erin and visit Gracie. She was asleep in the swing the whole time and Will kept walking over and wanting to poke her in the face. I had to stop him probably 5 times. That doesn't bode well for Baby Byrd!<br />
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We are working with Will all the time to learn new words. He loves books so we spend a lot of time pointing out animals and sounds. Every once in awhile he will copy one, but he usually won't say anything more than once. The other night we were reading a book about all of the animals getting the stable ready for Mary and Joseph and the last page had Jesus. When I said it he copied, and then we went back through some of the animals and he would call them Jesus. The next day he brought me his big book of words and pointed to the carrots and called them Jesus. Ha! Not to worry though, true to form he dropped the word and hasn't said it since. He doesn't like to stick with any word for very long, so to remember it the next day was big for him!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And sometimes it just means squatting beside it. He can stand like this for long periods of time. It hurts my knees just watching him.</div>Clairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12700782056619953214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563301195556886519.post-53212705893505125092012-02-05T20:04:00.000-08:002012-02-05T20:04:25.291-08:00Super Bowl FunWill wound up with a cold early last week, but luckily not a bad one and he was feeling better on Friday and by today he was all good so we got to go to a Super Bowl party where he played with friends. I was so excited because I don't get lots of adult time these days so it was fun to talk to other girls and just hang out! I made pigs in a blanket (because I knew the kids would eat them) and Cowboy Caviar. There was lots of yummy food and Will loved following the older kids around. There were two girls, 18 months and 3 years, and he loves to watch older kids. He also loves to randomly roam around new places and check things out so he enjoyed that too! They had a kid sized table and he would go sit at the bench by himself. I think he just liked it being his size. We might have to look into that! We left right before the second half started because he was acting tired and he went right to bed when we got home. I took my camera but forgot to take a picture! Oops!<br />
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I'm determined to do better about posting this year, because I want to be able to look back and see what we were doing with Will. I just have to get better about taking pictures so I'll have something fun to look at with my posts! No one just wants to read writing all the time!Clairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12700782056619953214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563301195556886519.post-79200909745354160582012-02-03T20:43:00.000-08:002012-02-03T20:43:13.830-08:0014 MonthsWill is 14 months old! I haven't updated on him in awhile so this might be a little long. He's such a big boy and can do a lot of things by himself, when he wants to. He's running around everywhere and definitely keeps me busy! His latest obsession is shoes and he loves to carry Rob's shoes around and try to put them on his feet. He's still eating a lot, though everyone tells me he'll stop eating sometime soon, because that's just what they do at this age. We went to the doctor earlier this week to check his ears (finally clear!) and he weighed 27.5 pounds.<br />
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He loves books and will sometimes sit and pretend to read them out loud. This is especially interesting since he doesn't have any words. Right now he says mama, dada, and uh oh. He also sometimes says no, no, no and will say tickle tickle when he's copying us, but I don't think he really knows what it means. Talking doesn't seem to be a priority for him, though he loves to point at things in books and have us tell him what they are.<br />
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He also loves to throw/roll things. He throws his toys up in the air, he rolls his balls across the table or along the floor. He just loves to be moving, and have everything else moving with him. He constantly makes faces he thinks are funny and loves to be tickled. He also loves to wrestle with Rob, which mostly involves him running up and jumping on his dad, or crawling over the top of him.<br />
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We went for his second hair cut yesterday and he was awful! The first time we had a mom cutting his hair and she talked to him and made it seem fun. This time we had a young girl who was really nice but seemed a little uncomfortable with a baby and kept giving him directions. She would tell him to look down, turn his head, etc. It didn't work out well. He basically cried the whole time, so it's a good thing it doesn't take long to cut his hair! I felt bad for the girl, and everyone else in the vicinity at the time.<br />
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Nothing new as far as baby Byrd goes. We are over halfway there! I have been so tired lately, I guess it's part of being pregnant and chasing a 1-year-old. It also probably has to do with Rob being gone, because I just don't sleep well when he's not here. Yesterday I felt completely worn out, especially after the hair debacle, but Rob got home last night and I felt much better today! I'm growing pretty rapidly now and I'm definitely bigger than I was with Will at this point, but I haven't gained much weight at all.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I asked him to smile and this is what I got. Apparently Anna Catherine has been giving him lessons. This is how she smiled when we were little.</div>Clairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12700782056619953214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563301195556886519.post-6728187220419982212012-01-26T18:49:00.000-08:002012-01-26T18:49:55.309-08:00It's a...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span id="goog_1620305710"></span><span id="goog_1620305711"></span></span><br />
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We only found out the most important thing, that Baby Byrd looks healthy and is growing right on schedule! When I got there I told her first thing that I didn't want to know the sex of the baby. She told me she could put it in an envelope or put it on the dvd they gave us and that way we would have it if we wanted to know, but I know myself and I know that I'd look so it's nowhere to be found. Only the ultrasound tech knows, she even made us look away when she checked, as if we'd be able to tell anything without someone telling us what it is! She said it won't be on our doctor's report either so I'm very excited to be surprised on June 16th. Rob is maybe not as excited but he's fine with it and just happy with the good health report!<br />
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I was going to add a picture of the ultrasound, but I had technical difficulties so that never happened. Pics of Will coming soon!Clairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12700782056619953214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563301195556886519.post-82073154711994711262011-12-30T21:31:00.000-08:002011-12-30T21:31:03.049-08:00Christmas in Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Byrds have been a busy family over the last few days! We got a new camera at our first Christmas celebration in Lebanon, so no pictures of that one since the old camera was broken, but it was a fun time with LOTS of family! Here is the rest...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We kicked off Christmas Eve with a visit to Mimi.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then headed to my parents house where Will couldn't keep his hand out of the nuts and bolts (our family's version of chex mix.) Whoever had the bowl was the person he wanted to sit with!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then back to Big Byrd and Byrdie's house where they put on their matching pajamas (thanks Byrdie!) and opened more presents.</div><br />
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</div>Clairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12700782056619953214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563301195556886519.post-57889787680924412452011-12-11T18:49:00.000-08:002011-12-11T18:49:59.173-08:00Opryland<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday we took Will for his first Christmas at Opryland. We went to see the lights the night we got engaged, so the first year we were married we decided we would make it a tradition. We didn't get to go last year because of our sweet newborn, so I was excited to go back! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He kept looking at Rob instead of at me, but I think it's cute!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Doesn't he look excited?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pretty tree!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Clairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12700782056619953214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563301195556886519.post-87075066303207468682011-12-08T19:18:00.000-08:002011-12-08T19:18:31.391-08:00Hair Cut!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Will finally got his hair cut today! He was so good and didn't cry at all. She was great with him and very quick so I think he was just trying to figure out what was going on and didn't have time to get upset. Now for some before and after pictures!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The first three are from breakfast this morning. It was over his ears, way down his neck, and just everywhere!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And now for the haircut!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He doesn't look happy here, but he never whined at all, he didn't make a sound, just looked around the whole time!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had my arm up to hold him in the chair and keep him from throwing his arm up to feel what was going on!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He was checking out the hair that was hitting the floor.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yep, all that hair covering my hand and the drape is his, there was a lot!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">All done! Much better! He looks like such a big boy now!!</div>Clairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12700782056619953214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563301195556886519.post-46237166851594735152011-12-04T19:08:00.001-08:002011-12-04T19:08:37.452-08:00Sickness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Well November has been a month of sickness around here. Will caught his first big cold at the beginning of November and and it lasted for two weeks. I had it too so we were both sickly. After two weeks he seemed better from about Saturday to Tuesday, but he never really started eating like he had been. By the Wednesday before Thanksgiving he wasn't really eating at all and was starting to get fussy. When we got up on Thanksgiving Day he had some suspicious looking spots on his back and we started to worry that maybe he had chicken pox. My cousin had a brand new baby and we didn't want to spread our sickness so we left and went home. Friday morning we found out that he had a double ear infection from the long cold and hand, foot, and mouth disease. We started on amoxicillin the day after Thanksgiving and on the 8th day of meds he broke out in a big time rash. Turns out he's allergic to penicillin, something that I had been looking for because Rob is too. So our poor boy has spent a whole month being sick, and the ear infection is still there. We are starting new meds tomorrow and our rash is getting much better!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>In other exciting news, my friend Jessica had her baby Evelyn Gray today, so Will has a new friend! We can't wait to meet her!Clairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12700782056619953214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563301195556886519.post-55696876401312753832011-10-03T19:57:00.000-07:002011-10-03T19:57:49.809-07:0010 MonthsWill is 10 months old today! I can't believe how big he's getting! He weighs a little over 24 pounds and is 31 inches long. He seems really tall to me but I think he must have a really long torso. I have trouble with clothes for him because 18 month things are getting too short in the stride but I think 24 month clothes will be WAY to long in the legs.<br />
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He's eating table foods now and likes most everything we give him, I just need to do a better job of feeding him our food for meals. He seems like he should eat baby food but with 8 teeth he can eat anything really.<br />
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He's happy most all the time now and just plays with everything. He favorite thing to do is climb the stairs and throw off anything that might be on them. He's just trying to help me keep them clean I guess. We really need to get a gate because he does a great job going up but he CAN NOT go down. He likes to crawl over to them at the top and just try to dive off. We can't keep anything in his reach anymore because he likes to pick everything up and either eat it or throw it down.<br />
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He's precious! And we have fun together every day!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Going to see what the guys are talking about!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Will loved watching the horses and people! He even had a horse on his overalls!</div>Clairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12700782056619953214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563301195556886519.post-63474805803651437102011-09-07T18:46:00.000-07:002011-09-07T18:46:59.569-07:00Stats and StairsYesterday we went to Will's 9 month appointment and got his official measurements. He is 23 lbs 12 oz and 30 inches. That put him in the 90th and 95th percentiles. I was also told to feed him anything, no restrictions, so I've been giving him bites of everything we eat and he seems to like most of it.<br />
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He has a new fascination with the stairs and will go stand at them for minutes at a time. He's too scared to climb them, he just stands at the bottom and looks up. The nice part of this is that I can get things done in the kitchen while he stands at the stairs. But that will be a different story when he decides to start climbing!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tonight after bathtime. </div>Clairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12700782056619953214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563301195556886519.post-55757181977444303142011-09-04T21:19:00.000-07:002011-09-04T21:19:07.502-07:009 MonthsI have been a terrible blogger and have taken a whole month off, but I promise to do better this month. I feel like we have just been really busy but I know I've had time to blog and just haven't.<br />
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Will is 9 months old! He's such a big boy and doing new things all the time. I don't have stats because our 9 month appointment isn't until Tuesday, but there are lots of other fun things to talk about.<br />
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Will is full on crawling and starting to pull up and he's getting in to EVERYTHING. I was trying to send some emails the other day and he was all over the place! He was under tables and pulling up on the couch and the window and going into the kitchen and knocking over all the games. He just likes to crawl around and see what he can find.<br />
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We are finally starting to eat some non-pureed foods. He's tried some things we are eating at different times and mostly has not liked them. He'd rather I put everything in the blender for him, but he has 7 teeth so I think he can move on to some new foods! 7 teeth! They are just coming in like crazy.<br />
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No new words. He says mama and dada but I'm still not sure he knows that's us. He claps and sometimes he'll wave if he's in the mood.<br />
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In completely random order...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">His first real pull up. I put the cord up on the couch so he couldn't get it so he decided to pull himself up there to play with it. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">His grandparents and great-grandparents came to visit!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He and I before we left him with a sitter one night. Pictures of us together are rare. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He was drinking his bottle one morning while I was trying to do something and he just looked like such a big kid! Usually he doesn't sit by himself for bottles, both because I like to hold him and because he likes to play with them and get milk everywhere!</div><br />
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