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Ok, so yet again I've been MIA. I'm trying to get into a groove to correct that. I swear. There has just been far too much drama going on for my tastes lately. But that's not why I'm blogging. I've come to share some adorable kid stories with you.

Danny, Dyvin & Payton

As of April 1st my big sister (long story that I'll share later) Trisha, her husband John and their 3 kids - Danny (almost 12 yrs.), Dyvin (8 yrs.) and Payton (5 yrs.) will be moving down the street. (If I get the okay to use full first names I will, until then you get these nicknames.) Well, Payton is absolutely head-over-heels in love with my Tiny Doodlebug (honestly who isn't) and was overheard telling Danny and Dyvin how Emmett John could spend the night once they were all moved. Here's how the conversation went:

Payton: Mommy can buy Emmett John his own bed and put it in my room at the new house so he can spend the night.
Danny: Sorry Fudge but Emmett John can't spend the night.
P: Why not?!
D: Well, Emmett John is only 9 months old and Mommy never let any of us spend the night away from home when we were that little.
P: But Mommy talks to Aunt Lizzie all the time! And we live 3 doors down!
D: Emmett John would get hungry.
P: (getting frustrated with Jr's ignorance) Mommy would make him bottles.
D: Emmett John doesn't drink bottles.
P: So we will buy him baby food.
D: Emmett John needs more than baby food, Fudge.
P: What does he eat then?
(Dyvin has been listening all this time.)
Dyvin: What?! Ew! Gross!
P: What D?! What's gross?
D: (sighs)
Dyvin: (disgusted) Fudge, Emmett John eats Aunt Lizzie's boobies!
P: (horrified) What?! I had a bottle. (more of a plea than a statement) Why would Aunt Lizzie do that?!
D: Some mommies feed their babies that way because it's better. Mommy fed me that way.
(enter my sister)
Trisha: Yes, Fudge, you drank a bottle. And so did you D. We don't call them boobies. Aunt Lizzie calls them nummies when she's referring to Emmett John. (She proceeds to explain nursing and whatnot to P and D.)

I just about died when she told me this story. Of course, now with them all living 3 doors down I expect to have many more stories like this one to share. :)

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The Story of Elliott Richard

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Here you will find the links to the various parts of Elliott Richard's story. Some parts are finished. Some are works in progress at the moment. Please check back frequently for the rest of the story. :)


The Pregnancy

Labor & Delivery


Home (Coming Soon!)

Aftermath (Coming Soon!)

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Long time no see...

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Ok so my darling Nikky informed me last week via Twitter (I *heart* Twitter!) that it has been roughly 3 weeks since my last post. Yikes! Where has the time gone? Oh, yeah, that's So as I sit here waiting on about a dozen return phone calls I'm going to try and post the shortest, most informative update I can.


Dr. R has placed Gavin on the dreaded Depakote. It is what we call our "Hail Mary" play. We had put it off because it requires pretty frequent blood draws, however, the time has come to bite the bullet. He started out on 250mg BID and then after 5 days my sister and I took him to have his levels checked. That was an experience let me tell you and a post all on it's own. Now he is on 375mg BID. Poor kid is exhausted out of his mind but he flat out refuses to sleep because he's afraid he'll sleep the day away. Overall, he's doing okay I suppose. Well, not really. He's aggressive and violent, distracted and rude. In the past few weeks he's punched, kicked and smacked Elliott Richard across the back with a toy. His imaginary boss is back. He doesn't sleep and stays up all night for days at a time writing songs, writing stories, drawing these intricate plans for things that only make sense to him. Rob and I can see him slipping away again and it kills us.

Elliott Richard

My Tiny Little Twitterbug will be 3 years old this Wednesday. :'( I'm so not ready for this. He's getting so big though, it's just crazy. He still has no interest in potty training. Physically and emotionally he's ready. He still seems to have a mental block about the whole thing though. So we don't push it. I've got a ton of new "Twitterisms" to post. I swear he learns something new to say everyday. He's super excited about his birthday party this weekend. Of course he's been talking about it since Gavin's party in January. lol His 3 year checkup is next week so I'll have more to post about him then.

Emmett John

Mr. Emmett John is now 8 months old, 7 months adjusted. He's been able to roll over from his back to his tummy for months but really didn't seem to see the need. Now that he can get from his tummy to his back, it's a whole different ballgame. Back to tummy. Tummy to back. Back and forth. Over and over and over again. :) lol He's babbling with "ba-ba-ba" now as well. He's also starting giving what Rob and I call "kisses", which is basically just Emmett John attacking your jawline with his one tooth. lol Yes, that's right....he has his first tooth and is working tirelessly on his second!

And speaking of Emmett John he's hungry (still nursing on demand) and tired so I'll have to leave this long overdue update here. I'll try and be back later to update on me, Rob, life with a big sister, Maggie and everything else.

Stay tuned!

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