Juli & Co.

lukey is a big boy. he had his first soccer practice tonight. he looked so grown up in his little soccer shorts and shoes and shin guards. he slept in the shin guards last night, he was really excited. i could see this was going to be more of a social hour for him. he would kick the ball and did listen to the coach (a little) but when he was told it was his turn to run the drill he said "but i'm talkin' to him", pointing at a new friend. he is such a friendly little guy. too bad the other kids are there to actually play soccer.

overall, it was a success. luke had fun and we all got some fresh air. olivia enjoyed pulling up grass and releasing it into the air.

so here's my big boy. all excited and ready to go.



and this one pretty much sums it up. playing with his shirt, trying desperately to stand still while waiting for his turn again.



and an "action" shot. when asked to dribble the ball this is what he did. he sort of walked and casually kicked it and then we he got close to the goal he picked it up to center it and then kicked it in to score. he doesn't quite get the "no hands" thing yet.

even though olivia is ten months old, today was her "nine" month visit. no shots, which was good, but they did have to do this finger prick thing to check her iron levels. i don't remember them doing this with luke at this age, but her iron was fine nonetheless.

so here are her stats, more for me.

height: 28 inches (dropped to 46%)
weight: 20.75 pounds (up to 69%, surprise, surprise!)
head: 18 inches (up to 84%)

the doctor said she looks great and will see us back at one year. she suggested doing away with bottles, since she does fine with a sippy at this point. she also said we can go to all table food if we want and stop the baby food. olivia prefers table food so this is great. she also said we can start whole milk at about 11 months, no need to go organic, hormone free will do it.

oh, and her ears looked great for once.

yay for a good visit!

and some pictures, just 'cause.

a birth announcement i designed for the mom of these little cuties. i love doing design work whenever i get the chance and had alot of fun with these.

(front)


(back)

i think i might have touched my mouth after touching sharkie's fin rot water and now i am feeling really sick to my stomach. oh, please don't let me have fin rot. nick thinks it's the two bowls of left over spaghetti and meatballs that i ate for dinner, but i think it's fin rot.

off to lay down with a cool rag on my head.

i was telling nick that sharkie didn't look too good today. he has been swimming kind of sideways. so being the super observant person i am, i totally did not notice that his tail fin has completely come off! nick was like, what happened to his tail? so i googled it and apparently it's pretty bad. the fin rot will continue up their tail to their body and they die a slow, painful death. poor, poor sharkie. i am so sad. nick just said 'well, i guess it's time to get a new sharkie'. but i don't want a new sharkie, i want this sharkie. i am the worst goldfish mommy ever!

okay, so drama aside, there is hope for sharkie. well, if the fin rot has not reached his body. i am going tomorrow to get antibiotics to start treating him. yes, you heard me right, i will do everything in my power to save this little member of our family. so what if he only cost 23 cents. we love him.

tonight i am doing a total water change and tank scrub down. i think the culprit is this cute little shark that luke found at walmart that he wanted to put in sharkie's tank to keep him company. it had some weird fuzzy stuff growing on it. i may put a call into walmart as well to let them know they are selling contaminated, fin rot infested goldfish tank decor and need to put a recall in place immediately. kidding...kind of.

and now a note to sharkie, in case he does not make it through the night.

dearest sharkie,

although it was not immediate, i have come to love you. i love how you wiggle/wiggled your little tail back and forth and looked at me every morning as i poured my coffee.

i love how quiet you are and how, even despite the fact that you have a flesh eating bacterial disease slowing killing you, you don't complain. you just keep on wiggling that little tail fin nub with a smile in your eyes.

i will help you through this dark time. sorry about the fake shark from walmart. we had no idea.

love,
mommy

this is from the twin session i did a while back. yes, i know, i know. i will get them done one of these days, i promise.

so i am almost done editing them and just had to share this one. LOVE it! if these were my kids i'd get this one on a HUGE canvas :)

waiting. they were SO excited!



practicing holding a baby. olivia was happy to help.



cameron "practicing". he was slightly less enthused.



cameron holding nathan for the first time. he was so sweet and gentle with him.



amy and nathan.

my sweet little nephew was born on sunday morning and is just as perfect as can be. he is teeny tiny and looks a lot like his big sister, kailey. welcome to the world little guy!

nathan ashley
april 5, 2009
8:20am
6 pounds 8 ounces
19.5 inches



and a few more pics from the day.

big sister, kk.



walking down to the nursery.



the paparazzi.



just got weighed.



self-explanatory.



nana's attempt to coral the rowdy kids in the waiting area.



we love medical city. this is the sixth baby born there from our family in the last 4 years. we're kind of famous there. :)



sissy chilling with pawpaw.



the diaper cake laurin and i made for amy.

he doesn't really have a choice in the matter. he was kind of born into the role of "best friend". but, he seems to be falling into this role quite well. he let sissy hold his hand...even after we caught her looking up at us with guilty eyes and his poor little fingers in her mouth. what a good sport.



he posed for a few pictures. to document this budding new friendship, of course.



i love it when sissy sits like this. she looks like such a little big girl.



uh-oh. wonder where she learned this?



and look how happy she is. she loves her avery already.

I will pay someone to come wrestle this chocolate chip cookie and pepsi from my dead, lifeless kung-fu grip, tell me how big my butt is, and then drag me to Cooper. Takers? Anyone?

I need help.