Mason went for his second urology appointment today. He'll have to have outpatient surgery to retrieve the Mr. Peanut that hasn't descended. I'm really nervous about it, but we have to do it because we just can't leave things the way they are. It's scheduled for March 31st.
He's also got his pulmonology appointment in March. His *new* pediatrician wants him to see a specialist about his wheezing. He doesn't think there's any reason to be alarmed, but when an infant this young is wheezing, we need to find out why. I can't hear any wheezing, but they say his is, so we'll take him to the pulmonologist.
Other than those two issues, things have been just dandy. He's rolling over regularly and he can pull himself a little ways when he's on his tummy. He vocabulary only consists of, "Bah, bah, bah right now, but you can definitely tell what mood he's in by the tone of the bah, bah's.
He can almost sit up on his own and he's finally growing back some hair. He had some at birth, but at about a month and a half it all fell out. Surprisingly, the new hair coming in really light. Kind of weird since Ryan and I both have dark hair. But Ryan's mom said Ryan had light hair when he was little, so it will probably darken as he gets older.
On the mommy front, it's been getting more and more difficult to juggle work and home life. I swear I've started cleaning my house only to be distracted by mason's chubby little cheeks for weeks now. I just can't see his face and not give him a big old kiss or tickle his fat little tummy or stinky little feet. They don't really stink, but I tell him they do all the time... it makes him laugh. I believe the exact words I use are: Ewwwww, Mason's got tinky feets!"
Ryan has been busy working and doing freelance. We're still saving up to buy bigger house, although I'm not quite sure where we'll end up. So for now we'll just continue to fix up the house we have now.
Well, folks. That's all that's happening with the Keberlys right now!
February 13, 2008
Pink eye can't believe it isn't over. // Swiss Baby. // Goodbye Grandma Champine. // Family Portrait. // Check 'em out. // Postponed. // Not long now. // Tuckered out. // Boo boo. // New news. // Oh, hello. // Here we go again. // Something New! // Surrender. // Update. // Third day on the job. // Our second official illness. // Our first official illness. // Usually, I like being in control. // Daycare. // Awww... // Motherhood. // Our little adventure. // That time of year again. // Mini-Me. // Two weeks and two days. // His very own website. // Super star. // Mason Alexander Keberly. // Taking his sweet time. // Locked and loaded. // Request. // Hi Dad. // Two and a half weeks left. // Just checking in. // Welcome to my crib. // I cain't see! // Check this out. // It's official. I'm huge. // Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. // Experiencing technical difficulties. // Venting. // Rocky Road ice cream anyone? // Dad, how do you do it? // Nursery. // Mason Alexander Keberly. // Place your bets. // The Keblet. // Double whammy. // The Keblet. // *Barf* // Can't sleep. // *Waves* // Dad. // Lala. // Happy anniversary, mom and dad! // Operation: New bathroom. // Happy Birf-day, dear husband of mine... // Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you... // My best Rick James impersonation. // Good bye. // More randomness. // Random thoughts. // Careful. I bite. // Grumpy smurf. // Fruits of our Labor Day. // Ridiculous. // Human barometer. // Welcome home, dad. // There's no place like home. // Flatulence. // Hungry, apparently. // Jobs. // Teefs. // Cavities. // Bad mood. // Finally. // Weddings. // Dad. // Mom. // Mean. // Oh no. // Move along. Nothing to see here. // Stuff. // Tuesday. The day after Monday. // Bored. Or is it boring? // Two things. // Feeling Green. // Accepted. // Good day. // Sis. Boom. Bah. // Monday. // Weekend. // Gone. // Closed. //