Easter Egg Hunt

We broke the isolation rules and decided to let Truman participate in our street's Easter Egg Hunt. He had a really good time and collected four eggs, which I think is pretty good for such a little guy.

Above, Truman is playing with one of the other 1-year-olds on the street. If you can believe it, this little one was born just 5 weeks before Truman.
Below, Truman stretches to grab an elusive egg.

Here he is reaching for a purple egg in the middle of purple flowers.
Above, he discovered on his own that the eggs come apart and has tried to figure out how to put them back together.

My baby is weaning

Truman has been working on weaning for a few weeks now, but I think this current cold has pushed him over the edge. We were down to just one nursing session a day--right before bed. He's only nursed once since he's been sick this time. Even though I said all along that as long as he nursed for at least a year, once he was past that, I would let him lead the weaning. I'll keep offering for a few more weeks before I completely give up. I guess 19 months is a pretty good run. Still, it's sad.

On another note, even without nursing, he'll still be exclusively on breast milk for some months yet because of the enormous freezer stash. He's currently using May 2007 milk. Frozen milk lasts a year in the deep freeze, so let's keep our fingers crossed that he stays ahead of the one-year-mark or I might cry if we have to throw some of it away.

My baby is sick

Truman started coming down with something yesterday. He's been running fever, and we haven't been able to get it below 100. He's also got a slightly productive cough and a runny nose and is acting generally fussy and clingy. He had a hard time sleeping last night and had to sleep about half the night with us, which meant that Mama and Daddy had a long night, too.

Because the fever was staying up and because we learned earlier this week that he has been exposed to bronchitis, we took him in to the pedi this morning. They said his lungs sound good and his ears and tonsils look good, so it looks like your typical viral bug that he'll just have to ride out. They said not to worry about the fever unless it stays above 102 or so and won't come down.

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March for Babies

As many of you know, after Truman's premature arrival, I became active in fundraising for March of Dimes. Last year, we joined the Baylor NICU team for the annual fundraising walk. This year, we've decided to form our own Family Team in honor of Truman.

We invite and encourage you to sign up to be part of our team or to contribute to our fundraising goals. You can do so by clicking onto the title of this post. The Dallas March for Babies will be on April 19. We'd love to see you all.

Opthalmology Checkup

Truman had his annual check-up with the pediatric opthalmologist today. Everything with his ROP (retinopathy of prematurity) looks great. No troubles were detected. He doesn't have to go back for two years. We love good news from doctors!


And, OK, so the box is still around, but as you can see, it's had better days.

First Haircut

After much delay due to concerns over whether someone would lose an eye, we finally decided to cut Truman's scraggly hair. This is the before picture. Please ignore the dirty face. He had just eaten.

This is the during shot. Mama did the back and ears. Daddy did the front. Truman did amazingly well, particularly once I gave him my Blackberry sled to play with cause the little man loves him some contraband.




Here's the dapper new Truman giving a wave to the ladies. He looks slightly like a tiny monk, but hey, at least he's not scraggly anymore.


In fact, the new haircut made him so bold that he stole Mama's pizza right out of her hand and started chomping on it.

Photo Update

In advance of the week's snow, we all enjoyed some great outdoor time this weekend, which makes for lots of cute photos.
Truman got a new play structure in the backyard. It has a door, which he loves, since opening and closing doors is a favorite passion of Truman's.
As we all know, boxes are almost as much fun as whatever comes in them. Truman and Flora have been having so much fun with the box that we've let it linger in a house for a week.
Truman has to show off his new Knickernappie diapers. He has almost outgrown his small Fuzzi Bunz in length, but is nowhere near outgrowing them in weight, so we had to find a new option for tall, skinny boys. We think he looks like a tiny super hero in his blue ones. He's also demonstrating how he has finally learned to cuddle and love on stuffed animals.

Truman and Daddy get some cuddle time at the Dallas Arboretum on Sunday.

Having fun with Mama at the Arboretum.

Truman showing off his standing (and acorn eating) skills in the front yard. No walking yet, but he's now standing for up to 30 seconds at a time and can stand from the ground.

Our baby is a PT supergenius

Truman started--and graduated--from physical therapy yesterday. He was evaluated and recommended for therapy four months ago, but they just got around to scheduling it (don't get me started on the scheduling issues with our therapy clinic). The therapist said he was the fastest crawler she has ever seen, and with that kind of crawling prowess, no wonder he's not walking. So, his gross motor skills and fluidity of gross movement have been given an A+. The PT will evaluate based on her notes and let us know of "official" graduation status on Monday, but plans to recommend periodic evaluations and no physical therapy.

The first sesson of speech/feeding therapy did not go nearly so well, but we knew that path was going to be long.

So, back to only four therapy sessions a week!