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Your quotes of the week (QOTW):
“Who’s that guy? You know. Johnny Football’s helper?”
Anna-Laura. Some people call him a wide receiver. She says helper. TomaTOE. ToMAto.
“The baby’s heart is…beautiful.”
My maternal fetal medicine doctor. See #3 for more deets.
“I didn’t hit Will. My shoe just accidentally hit his face.”
I’ll let you guess the kid.
“Well, at least we get to draft him in our fantasy leagues.”
Both boys when they found out Johnny Manziel was going pro.
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You’d think a preemie mom wouldn’t be scared of a little thing called potty training. Well, you were wrong. We finally took the potty training leap and got serious with Luke over the break. He turned four in September. I suppose this is where I should just call a spade a spade. We had way too much crazy to be worrying about a little thing like diapers. To be honest, my pediatrician looked at me at his 4-year-old well check and said, “There’s no rush. Do it when you’re ready.” You know you’ve had a crazy road when your pedi tells you that. For those that don’t know the history, Luke has extremely sensitive bowels, semi-decent eating habits, a pelvic kidney and he’s missing half his colon. That makes for a complicated go at the whole toilet thing. I can say we’ve achieved potty training with only a handful of accidents. So, we’re halfway there. It’s another milestone checked off the list. Perhaps later than most kids, but I’m just grateful he did it. Actually, I’m probably one of the only moms who cried when her kid peed in the toilet. Preemie moms unite!
If you follow me on Instagram, then I hope you took as much joy in seeing this photo as I did.
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Earlier this week, I visited my maternal fetal medicine doctor for the all-important 24-week heart scan. Every preemie mom knows the importance of the 24-week milestone. It’s viability week. The magic number when a baby can truly live outside the womb. Albeit with massive medical intervention, but it is a huge milestone and we are elated to achieve it. Now, just 16 more weeks to go! Dr. H saw a “perfect” heart and wants to see me back at 32-weeks to double check growth. For now, I’m in the 40th-percentile and baby is measuring about 1lb. 5oz. For me, that’s right on track. I don’t cook ’em very big.
I’m hoping that will be my last trek down to his office. I do have a pesky premature heartbeat that may require medication. And, extra monitoring from Dr. H. But, I’m determined to make it full-term with no more drug interventions. Who’s with me?
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‘Tis the season for birthdays, y’all! John Paul’s is up next. I’ll be sharing more about his 10-year-old trip to New York City, along with his party. We scale it back a bit for the actual 10-year party. This year, we’re heading to a local bowling joint. I’ve done that theme before, but I have a few new things brewing. Can’t wait to share it with y’all in a few weeks.
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For those that commented on my post last week about my spiritual board of directors, thank you. And, if you have any book recommendations for my year, I’d love to hear them. To recap, my directors include: St. Therese of Lisieux, St. Catherine of Siena, St. Padre Pio, St. Barnabas, Our Lady of Mt. Carmel, St. Monica and St. Bridget of Sweden.
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I took exactly one billion Christmas photos. I’m pretty sure you saw most of them yesterday. Here’s two more that I love. Love. Love. I hope that Scott and I are blessed with a lapful of grandkids one day. Right now, I’d just like them all to remember to change their underwear.
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They don’t call him the King of Country for nothing. George Strait is coming to Austin tonight and the Mr. and I will be there. Eighteen years and 10 days ago, Scott proposed to me at the site of our first “official” date. We had attended a George Strait concert on New Year’s Eve in Reunion Arena in Dallas three years prior. Scott orchestrated this beautiful day and we ended up at the arena with him on his knee, asking me to marry him. It’s been over 20 years since we’ve seen The King in concert. And this will be our last chance ever. George is playing his “Cowboy Rides Away” tour and making one of his final stops in Austin. To say that we are over-the-moon excited to be going is most definitely an understatement. I’ll be the crazy one singing along to all the songs. Don’t mind me.
Oh, and please don’t judge this throw-back photo from that first official date. I’ve learned a lot about fashion since then. Namely, that perms don’t become me and shirts like Scott’s won’t even sell at Goodwill.
And, with that, go enjoy some more takes over at Jen’s.