Something New to Munch On

Our little piggy has been chewing the junk out of everything lately.  Combine that with his new found motor skills and this cute boy has managed to put a lot of new toys in his mouth.  One of his particular favorites is Sophie, his teether toy (I like to call it his chew toy) that he got from the Schreurs.  As Grandma so aptly put it, Edison loves to chew the face off his squeaky giraffe.  This, of course, drives Guido absolutely bonkers because anything that squeaks is usually found at the bottom of her toy basket.  We're waiting for the eventual game of tug of war that will ensue when Guido decides she's had enough of Edison teasing her with his toy.

May the best baby win...

Reading at a 4-Month Old Level

Which essentially equates to trying to eat the books.  Now that Edison has become so grabby everything that comes within a foot of his hands is fair game to be chewed on.  iPods, cats, books...you name it.  A couple nights back we were trying to read "Owl Howl" to the little chub.  He decided that he wanted to read it all by himself instead.  However, when he realized how much work it was for his puny little hands to hold the book AND turn the pages he came to the conclusion that trying to munch on the corners would be much more enjoyable.

You would assume from looking at the picture that he was enjoying the drawings or trying to live up to his name and read.  No, he's salivating at how tasty the shiny cover looks.

I'm almost positive his first sentence is going to be "Mmmmmmm nummy".

Happy Easter from your Favorite 4-Month Old

Ok, so maybe we never posted his 3-month photos.  And yeah, you haven't seen any photos on here for like a month.  To make up for it Edison broke out his cutest Easter smile, just for you.

After a long weekend watching golf with his Papa, Edison decided to don his green polo in honor of the Master's.  He kind of fell asleep during the back nine on Sunday, but who can blame him?  Golf is pretty boring.  Except when it's Sunday at the Master's!  Honestly, this kid is his mom's son.  After second lunch he gave us the green light to take some pictures while he chilled out in his rocker.  Even Zucca came to visit, although not by choice and not without some "petting" by Edison.  By petting I mean grabbing as much fur as possible and trying to put it in his mouth.  Mmm...kitty.

The big chub now weighs in at 15 lbs, 8oz (fatty!) and 24 3/4" (a basketball star if I ever saw one).  His head is still pretty crooked but at least it's growing; up from 25th percentile into the 50th.  Yay dinosaur brains!

Ok ok, I know you're sick of me rambling...get on with the pictures.  We would have had one more picture to show you but Edison ruined it by rolling over from his tummy to his back.  It was so out of the blue that it took his mom a second to realize what he had done.  Apparently the "Hey, he just rolled over" that came out of my mouth finally pieced it together for her.  That's just like Edison to be waaaay ahead of the curve.  I'm expecting him to crawl at 6 months, speak full sentences at 9 months, and help me save for retirement at 18 months.

Heeeeeeere's the cutie!

Oh it's going to be a good life!

Exactly one year ago today Scott and I received the exciting news that we were going to be parents.  Our road to becoming parents was not exactly easy and a little less traditional than most.  We had been trying to conceive on our own for a year before we went to get a little assistance.  After every test you can think of nothing was very conclusive and we had what were called "soft results." It basically meant that it was a partially me and partially Scott as the problem but nothing definitive.  After 2 failed IUIs and 5 months worth of treatment at our regular doc we knew it was time to get help from the big guns.  We took our medications to the next level which did not go exactly as planned.  At first it worked too well which meant no baby followed by a month of residual effects and still a no go for baby.  Finally, last March everything was in line and it was time to try another IUI.  I guess you could say the 3rd time's the charm!  On April 5th I had to go to the doc for a pregnancy test and they would tell me whether I was expecting or not.  Scott and I could have done one at home on our own but after months of disappointment we didn't want another negative test only for me to still have to have my blood drawn.  So we waited for the blood draw instead.  When I walked out of the office that morning and got into my car the song "Good Life" by OneRepublic was on the radio and I took it as a sign.  A good sign.  That this time it worked.  I just had a feeling that this would be it.  A couple of hours later I was able to check my voicemail once my first graders went to lunch.  My heart was beating out of my chest when I saw the missed call and message.  As I listened it was the nurse congratulating me to let me know we were going to be parents.  I ran to find my co-teacher Nicole (she was just one member of my super supportive 1st grade team!) to have her listen to the message and share in the good news!  Of course I called Scott immediately after that to tell him that our little baby was on the way.  Even though I am not the most religious person on the block I can't help but think that all of the times it didn't work just meant the timing wasn't right yet.  Edison was the baby meant for us and we just had to be patient.  Our lives have been forever changed since that phone call one year ago today and ever since his arrival in December this truly has been the "Good Life."