The Tongue Tie. Again.

Well, here we go again.

As I mentioned in my birth story, it was indicted in the hospital that Hudson may be having trouble feeding because he had a possible posterior tongue tie. *Easton had a tongue tie at birth, it was corrected and I was never able to successfully breastfeed) I shed so many tears in the first 8 days of Hudson's life because I just didn't know what was wrong, was it me? Was it him? Either way, Hudson wasn't getting the good he needed from me. all I wanted to do was breastfeed my children. I know its not the end of the world… but something important to me.

I reluctantly started pumping a few bottles a day. I knew something was wrong when I would try and breastfeed, even with a shield for an hour or more, and then watch my newborn guzzle a bottle with as much milk as an entire feed should give him. 

The hospital sent a referral to specialized nurse practitioner that could help diagnose Hudson's tie and suggest treatment.

Because Hud was born before a long weekend, I had to wait until he was 8 days old to get into this appointment. Those 8 days we're torture. I tried not to bottle feed, because I didn't want him to get confused, or get so used to the bottle, that he wouldn't ever want to feed from me again, I just couldn't picture my life pumping full time again with a 1 year old. I nursed and nursed and nursed, but he never seemed full. his Jaundice picked up and his diaper output was decreasing. 

When the day of the appointment came, I was anxious. They had me put him in a clean dry diaper and weighed him.

Hudson was born at 8 pounds 14 ounces. 

Today he weighed in at 7 pounds 15 ounces. 

I was devastated. The guilt that come over me all at once was horrible. How was I trying to hard, and essentially starving my baby? I know it is normal for a newborn to lose some weight, but it should never be more than 10%, and they should be back to their birth weight by about 10 days old. 

Erika (The nurse practitioner) came in a few minutes later and immediately looked into Hudson's mouth and under his tongue. 

She identified, as they noted in the hospital, a posterior tongue tie. it looks something like this:(I pulled this off of THIS WEBSITE - It has the best information about tongue tie classification I could find)

She explained to me that Hudson could latch well, but because his tongue is essentially tied down, he can't use it to suck properly, so he has to use his check muscles to suck, which is exhausting. What I was interpreting as "milk drunk" was actually him just too exhausted to keep trying to feed. he fatigued out in a matter of minutes and just couldn't eat anymore. 

Then we made a plan. she scheduled a "release" for this coming Thursday with a plastic surgeon at a hospital here in Edmonton. until then we needed to get his weight back up. Every 3 hours I feed him off of both sides using a shield (much easier for him to eat out of) and then follow up with 2 ounces of pumped breast milk to make sure he is full. Then I have to pump again to make sure that I keep producing milk, while he isn't able to drain me. 

Let me tell you after 3 days of this that it is exhausting, but I think is producing results. it helps knowing that it is not for the long term, and that hopefully after this release, I can breastfeed my guy. 

EDIT - *we weighed Hudson today and in 3 days he is back up to 8 pounds 6 ounces!*

The release has me a little nervous, its not like Easton's tie where you can just take a little pair of scissors and clip it and its done. this requires a laser to essentially burn a diamond shape under the tongue to create enough space for him to move his tongue freely, afterwords I need to be constantly caring for it, flexing the tongue up and down with coconut oil on my finger, to prevent it from reattaching.  

I had to really evaluate if this procedure was worth it. The most important outcome of this procedure is that Hudson gets to (hopefully) be able to breastfeed. This is super important to me, but I also know I could pump and get the same results for him. I did some follow up with the doctor about other possible complications of a tongue tie and she said sometimes, but not always, complications could be: swallowing problems, problems with solids and both of those problems can have high choking hazards.

In the end we decided to do the procedure on Thursday. I think it will be worth it. It doesn't mean I'm not terrified.

Huds is a happy baby. He barely cries and has taken plenty of strong "pets" and kisses from his brother. 

The grandmas took Easy this week so that we could focus on Hudson and his progress gaining weight and going to various appointments. its been such a blessing having help on all sides from family and friends. 

I have taken some pictures of Huds with my real camera… but this week is busy and my priorities (and brain) are other places right now ;)

soon!

xx - r

  

Hudson's Birth Story.

On Tuesday I got my membranes swept. I had attended my best friends wedding, was 3cm dilated and ready to try anything, desperate times right? 

The sweep was painful. I'm sure the doctor knew she was dealing with a wuss for delivery as I shouted "ouch! ouch! OUCH OKAY ALREADY!" at the top of my lungs, I'm sure she prayed for the epidural when I did go into labour. 

I left the office hoping for the best that afternoon, I had some cramping and what-not, took Easy to the park and tried to do some walking. 

Later that night I started having contractions.

 Because I was induced with Easton, I really had no idea what to expect from them...they hurt, but I could talk throught them. They continued through the night but I was able to have a shower and do my hair, I was just excited that this was it, and couldn't sleep! I also took my last "tummy selfies" at 39 weeks pregnant exactly! I just knew my body was getting ready to meet my guy!

When  easy woke up a few hours later, we took him to my sisters house and headed to the hospital. At this point the contractions were consistently 5 minutes apart and painful. ( in reality, I had no idea how much more painful they could and WOULD get) 

When I got to the hospital they hooked me up to the monitor and checked me.

3cm dilated still. 

uh...WHAT? 

The nurse told me I would need to go walk the halls of the hospital for an hour and see if any progress could be made, or else they we're sending me home.

I paced the halls of the maternity floor frantically, stopping to breathe through contractions every 5 minutes, surely these bad boys had to be doing something! They HURT! 

An hour later I was back in the bed getting a check, optomisitic that we could get this show on the road, I mean, come on! I did my hair and everything! 

"I'm sorry, your only 3cm still... You need to go home and come back if the contractions get about 3-5 minutes apart"

She then proceeded to tell me that this could take days to happen... 

Uh, days? 

It's called prodromal labour. Labour that is as aggressive and painful as real labour, but doesn't produce any change to the cervix. 

I went home, distraught, and fought through contractions into the afternoon. I took a Tylenol, hoping it would do something.

Eventually, I fell asleep. 

I woke up with a sore back and no contractions. After almost 12 hours of contractions steady and strong, my labor had stopped and I was no closer to a baby then I was yesterday. 

Needless to say I was devastated, exhausted, defeated. 

My poor sister kept Easton until bedtime while I laid in bed and moped. 

Later that night the contractions started up slowly again. I cried to (poor) T, about how I couldn't do this for days! What we're we going to DO?! He consoled me that night with movies, a homemade stir fry and cups and cups of ice to chew on. 

This round the contractions were BAD.

Like, they were "mooing level" as T would call it. I would hold his hand and curl up in a ball or roll up onto my knees and breathe through them, rocking my hips back and forth.

Now, when I say "breathe" I mean, I would act like I was blowing out one million birthday candles at once, followed by an "ouch" for about a minute. 

Into the middle of the night I fought these contractions. I timed them relentlessly, but got distressed when they never got less than 5 minutes apart, like the hospital said before they sent me home. 

I told T to go to sleep as I rotated between a warm bath, the floor, the bed, leaning on the table to try and ease the contractions. By about 2 am I lost it. I burst into tears like a little baby. I woke T and told him I couldn't do it a second longer, we needed I go to the hospital and get me pain meds to deal with this "false labour" and this time it couldn't wait until Easy was awake. 

We called my poor sister again, and she came over to sleep on our couch until Easton woke up for the day. We told her we would be back in a couple hours, as we were really only going to get a shot of morphine (which I had declined earlier… stupid me)

We got to the hospital and T dropped me off at emergency between contractions "that ones done? okay great, i'll park the car and try to be back before the next one"

I walked in and there was a line at emergency. great. I assumed there was some sort of "pregnant lady rule" as I walked up to it, They have to let me in soon, so I didn't give birth right there or something... right?

As I walked up to the line I noticed that the girl in front of me was pregnant… and the one in front of her, and the one in front of her? woah. good. 

within minutes another woman in labor was behind me in line, looking as surprised as I was. 

eventually they got us all up to the labour and delivery ward. I had one of the last beds available. literally, a nurse told me that after they checked me in, they had to leave women labouring in the emergency department because there was a pregnant lady "boom" that night.

I explained my situation, about being sent home and in what I assumed was still false labour and if she could please, um...

GIVE.ME.DRUGS.

She checked me and I almost (or maybe actually did) cried when she informed me that I was 6cm!! I guess sometimes the contractions don't need to necessarily be that close together to get stronger and more productive!

this was it! at around 230am we were being admitted and I was having this baby!

They took me to a delivery room and got me all hooked up to machines and whipped that epidural into me like, super fast! I was so pleased. That man is getting a christmas card. 

The doc popped in and broke my waters (gross) and the waiting started. The epidural made my blood pressure plummet and I got a little sick and almost passed out at one point, but other than that, T curled up on a bench and I layed on my side and we both fell asleep for the first time in 2 days. 

The nurse came in an hour or so later and told me that the epi had basically stopped my contractions and they administered a little bit of pitocin to get things going a little more, like I cared, I couldn't feel anything!

At around 6am I told the nurse I was feeling a little weird. I wasn't sure how to explain it, but it felt like my epidural was wearing off, and I didn't like that one bit. She checked me and told me I was 9cm, a little pressure was normal. I will note here that she did NOT top up my epidural… which I was not happy about (jk… but really)

I asked if I could roll over, because I was getting a bit uncomfy. she helped me manoeuvre the wires and cords and I rolled to my other side. A minute or two later my doctor came in to check me out. 

She immediately said "oh, your 10cm, rolling over must have done it, here, hold these" and passed me my own legs to hold onto. I looked at Taylor who was now sitting up and rubbing his eyes and told him that unless he wanted to miss this thing, he better wake up and get over here! it was happening.. and FAST!

When I had E, I had so much epidural in my system I literally couldn't feel ANYTHING while pushing. I think I was expecting that again… but I was wrong, it was PAINFUL a tad uncomfortable. (this is where I give huge shoutouts to people who don't have epidurals…HUGE shout out… seriously)

when my next contraction came we were all set up, I pushed and made some progress. when the contraction passed, I asked if I could keep pushing… If I could feel this, I did NOT want it to last long. my doctor agreed, and about 3 minutes later, at 6:14am my little man came out and was placed right onto my chest.

He was here!

I was holding this big-ol' baby in my arms, he was finally here! I gave him a once over and noted instantly my favourite things:

1. He was big and fat!

2. he had his dads nose, which is adorable

3. he had blonde hair! (we still can't figure out where this came from, no newborns in either family have been born with blonde hair!)

I held him and snuggled him and only looked up when the doctor said "you okay dad?"

I looked at T and he was white as a sheet. for some reason this delivery took a bit of a toll on his stomach and he was NOT doing well. the doctor ordered him to sit and sent a nurse to get him a juice. T told me later that when he saw the nurse come in with juice he thought it was so nice that they had brought me juice! - Followed by some embarrassment that it was for him. I think it just all happened so fast! the nurse and the doctors joked with each other with stories of dads who had passed out at births, she had seen men to worse, I am so glad T was so supportive the whole process, he deserved a juice. 

we stayed in the delivery room a few minutes, They kept him on my chest for a long time, and I was secretly dying to know how much he weighed! when they did finally weigh him, she announced that he was 8 pounds 13 ounces and 3/4… rounded up to 8Lb 14oz! and 22 inches long! He sure beat his 7Lb 11oz 19 inch long brother with those stats! AND he did a lot less damage. hardly any actually. I felt, and still feel really good and recovered. 

They moved us into a room and the love went on from there. before anyone came to visit we got to spend a little one on one time and name the baby a name we have loved for a long time. Hudson Taylor. 

T got to give him his first bath (his favourite thing to do)

When family started coming, we got to introduce Big Easy to his new little bro. He patted him on the head, kissed him, and then climbed off the bed to get into no-good. and lots of it. 

since the hospital, Easton's favourite thing to do is pet and kiss the baby. he comes up to him all the time and smiles and pets his face… sometimes gently. He knows the baby is here to stay, and I think he's okay with it. 

I had this big plan to try and latch Hudson to me in the delivery room, try and let nature take its course, and it worked! kind-of. 

Breast feeding has been my biggest fear this pregnancy. 

Things started off okay, but slowly we realized that nursing wasn't going well for hudson, or me. He was too tired to nurse and it was difficult for both of us. The nurse noted that she thought she saw a "posterior tongue tie" and sent a referral for a lactation consultant to come see me the next morning. 

The first night was nice, they came in and took a few blood glucose tests, because he was a week early and almost 9 pounds, but he checked out okay. 

The next morning I saw the LC - She tried to correct Hudson's latch with little success, she sent me home with a shield and a referral to a more specialized lactation consultant. that appointment is this Friday. Its been a teary battle ever since the hospital on the breast feeding front, but I won't get into that right now, but this should give you an idea of how I'm feeling "sigh"

by the next afternoon, we were discharged to go home!

I took some better pictures in the hospital with my camera, but haven't had a chance to get them off my camera yet! upcoming!

Since we have been home it has been a flurry of family and love. Things have been busy to say the least, but busy in the way that we have had constant help. CONSTANT. someone has relieved me every day at least once to have a nap, or a shower, or a good cry (again, breastfeeding)

Were happy. Were a family of 4 and loving every second. 

Welcome, Hudson. 

xx - r

38 Week UPDATE!

Well, 

Today I turned 38 weeks pregnant!

To celebrate, I got off the couch, showered, blow dried my hair and pulled out my camera for the first time since we moved!

… Well for that, and I needed to go to the doctor for an appointment today. 

My appointment went well, 

I'm already 3cm dilated!

Now that really surprised me because, even when I was in the hospital with broken water with Easy, I was still only 1cm. I had to work for every cm I got with him. 

Now don't get me wrong, I knew I HAD to be a little dilated… I mean I have not been comfortable…

AT. ALL. 

(p.s - I am clearly not wearing a maternity shirt in these photos… it looks about as stretched out as I feel!)

the doc offered to give me a "sweep" to move labor along. (i'll go ahead and let you find out what that is, if you so desire)

BUT. 

I declined. 

for a couple of reasons. 

First off - I have to go to Calgary… Tomorrow until Sunday, for a very important reason:

My BFF is getting married! I have been looking forward to this since over a year ago when she got engaged. heck, since we were in high school! Its going to be an amazing event. (and, she's a nurse… who doesn't want to deliver a baby at their wedding??) now what the heck am I going to wear??

The other reason being… I hear it hurts, AND… you could get a baby out of it. 

Don't get me wrong, as desperate as I am for this uncomfortable pregnancy to be over, Im still terrified to be a mom of two. I constantly worry that I just can't do it. 

I was induced with E when my water broke. I was uneducated in the way that, I felt I had no choice. The hospital told me that because my water was broken they couldn't send me home and HAD to induce because I wasn't dilating. I came to learn later that it can take more than the 30 minutes they gave me after my water broke, to produce contractions… they just wanted to hurry up the process. 

As a result of that, I feel I missed out on an experience that I could have had. the feeling of natural contractions, and my body doing what it was designed to do… not what it was forced to do. 

This time I want to go into labour on my own. I want to know what its like to feel my body doing what it was always made to do.

Now, I'm not crazy, I still will probably get the epidural once I've had enough of my body "doing what its made to do"

But I think I just want to prove to myself that I can do it. that my body does know how to go into labour. Im willing to let myself go overdue again to experience it. 

The hormones are getting to me, I think. 

Well, there it is - 38 weeks and I'm limping around from round ligament pain and a pulled muscle, peeing every 6 seconds, constantly in a braxton hicks contraction and STILL taking nausea meds. 

Complain much?

xx - R

a little update

Well, 

That whole "blog more" thing I mentioned a month ago? ya, that hasn't really worked out how I planned. sowee. 

Turns out bed rest is exhausting!

Just kidding, its not hard... just… hard to do. 

I have had incredible help from people from my church and my amazing sister, who now only lives a couple minutes away from me! I have had sitters coming a few hours a day to play with Easy and ease my guilt about not being able to play with him as much as I wish I could. 

I am currently 37 weeks and 6 day pregnant! 

On Wednesday I will be 38 weeks!

Here is a 37 week picture

and this one from just a couple days ago

If you didn't notice already, I have exactly ONE pair of pants that fits me, and I'm partial to the colour black right now…

And these photos are only from when I am going to leave the house….

my favourite outfit of all time right now is gym shorts and one of T's shirts. 

I think I was hoping that, with my complications, that the baby would have come by now… it just made sense to me in my head you know? So daily as I get heavier physically, I get heavier emotionally as well. I didn't want a premature baby, of course… but 37 weeks is good right? RIGHT?

Its also taken me some time to get used to a new routine. Back to being a stay at home mom, and now a stay at home mom with limitations. I used to be able to shop and cook and clean and blog and go to the park and hang out with friends and cuddle my husband till 1am because I was in such a good routine! now its more like, scrambling to get out from under laundry and sit on the couch and cook freezer meals and don't blog… just because. ugh. 

My body is sore. Everything, including the baby is sitting SO LOW because of my prolapse, and most likely a bigger baby. If I am on my feet for too long, I'm walking like a cripple within minutes. I literally feel like my hips might break apart and run away from me because they hate me so much. 

So this kid and I sit around a lot. 

actually, strike that…. I sit around. he goes NON STOP. honestly he's covered in bruises and bug bites and scrapes… it almost embarrassing… almost, but its not - because I love that I have a messy rough little boy… I love it so much more than I thought I would. 

Since moving into the new place, we have procrastinated a few important things… 

Like, setting up a room for the baby? a place for him to sleep?

This is off to a good start. 

BUT

Last weekend We, ( well, T under my supervision) hit it hard. We got everything all ready, even hospital bags packed and car seat in the car! It was such a relief to finally feel like we were bringing home a real baby. its a hard feeling to explain, but I have a really hard time picturing the thing in my stomach causing me so much discomfort is actually a tiny human that I'm going to be bringing into this world and bringing home in a matter of days probably weeks.

But I think were ready! I think...

I PROMISE there is another update coming after my appointment on Wednesday (38 weeks) I will be checked for progress and hopefully have good news! 2 weeks ago I was between 1-2 cm already, which is incredible for me because with Easy, I was totally not dilated at all when my water broke (apparently that doesn't happen very often) I wasn't ready to go into labor. Come on BC2.0… lets get this show on the road!

xx - r

*Bed Rest* - And other reasons why I fell off the face of the earth.

Im alive!

Barely. 

Jk, Im fine… but really not feeling great these days. 

Lets start with whats been going on since week 30 if this pregnancy!

I am now 34 weeks!

on week 32 I had an ultrasound to see how big this kiddo is. 

They estimated him at almost 6 pounds! which would be great… if I was, like… 38 weeks?

needless to say he is going to be a big boy. bigger than his brother was anyways, at 7 pounds 11 ounces. 

Whenever I compare this pregnancy to the last, the biggest difference to me is the sheer SIZE of me and the movements happening in there. Don't get me wrong, I like big healthy babies as much as the next person, but my body has other ideas about them. (i'll explain a little better later in this post)

In other news, we MOVED last weekend!

This is right after we painted over the hideous purple walls and were ready to move our stuff in!

The whole things was kind of under the radar and most people didn't even know we were looking for new places, but now here we are in Sherwood park in a beautiful home that has 3 bedrooms, a bonus (playroom!) AND an AWESOME backyard and deck! I love love love it and we had so much help moving out of one place and into the other and getting all settled. We even got the babies room almost ready and made Easton's new room more of a little boys room, and less of a babies room. the move was flawless, and I'm so grateful for all the help… because I had to sit on the couch and limit myself to directing traffic all weekend.

We loved the condo we were in, and have been so blessed to be able to rent it for the last 4 years or so, but with one busy boy and another one on the way SOON… the space is welcomed. 

Especially for Easy,

Let me tell you, he has adjusted to all this new space VERY well! especially the backyard and deck!

Okay now for the main reason I'm sure everyone is wondering about. 

A few people have heard, but I am now home on modified bed rest until the baby comes. 

The day before the big move weekend started I was complaining. again. nothing really new there. but The pressure in my pelvis and constant pain and contractions when I walked was really getting to me, especially after a busy day with lots of walking and lifting, and I have those more often than not these days. 

I would get up to pee in the middle of the night and have to brace myself when I stood, because The pain was just too much. Also, if I'm being honest? (*TMI HERE*)Something didn't really… look right down there either (this is the part of the story where my men readers may just want to… stop reading - pregnancy is not glamorous)

That night I had enough, after a visit to Dr Google and absolutely no sleep, I called my OB first thing in the morning. She told me to head into the hospital because what I was feeling was sort of normal… but what I was seeing, was probably not. 

My mom was in town for the move, and took me to the Labor and Delivery ward where I had the baby monitored while I waited for a doctor to look at me (He's perfect by the way!) When she came in and took a look, she immediately told the nurse "its her bladder and uterus. Its a prolapse"

uh, what?

She ordered me off work immediately and off my feet with no lifting and limited walking, then sent me home until another meeting we scheduled after the weekend. 

Of course, I went home and googled my brains out. 

The mixture of close pregnancies, a large baby inside, and I'm sure many other reasons, weakened my pelvic floor to the point that my bladder and uterus were not where they should be, and it was wreaking havoc on my pregnant body. 

I was a little disappointed at the lack of information online for pregnant women with this condition.

 More disappointed to know that this doesn't normally happen to healthy, young women. it is kind of an… old lady problem? (sorry girls) 

And MOST disappointed to hear from my doctor that Monday that, This condition wasnt restricted to pregnancy. it will get better once the weight of the baby is off, but never completely. I will need to go to physiotherapy and, if it gets bad enough, I will need sugary to correct it. If this measure is taken, it means I will be done having children. 

I try not to get ahead of myself, but all this news hit me kind of hard. Between having to walk out of my job on no notice, and having to restrict lifting my son to "only when absolutely necessary" and the possibility of never being able to run, lift heavy weights or even maybe have children again? 

Its been a little frustrating. 

The idea of the bed rest is to not worsen the condition, which may cause the need for a c-secion, and not to contract a bladder infection, which is very easy to do, as bladder infections can trigger preterm labor. 

The baby is healthy and I'm focusing on that right now. He's strong and big and there is no talk of having to take him early, even with his potential size. my doctor also seems confident that, if I take care, I will be able to deliver the baby without the need for a section when he is due. 

my house is dirtier than I would like, and I miss going to the park with my son and seeing people at work daily, even making dinner leaves me hurting these days… but right now I'm trying to look forward. not too far forward, but to approximately September 3rd (she moved my date again!) when I  get to meet my next son and tell him I'm going to hold this against him for the rest of his life  I love him.

The good news as well is I will have more time to blog! less to blog about… but still! 

"Silver linings Rach, silver linings"

XX-r

30 Weeks - on .LIFE.

A quick 30 week update becasuse im so busy lately I hardly have time to think!

 

30 WEEKS!

 

Its super refreshing to see the 30's seriously, it took forever to get here! it makes me feel like everthing is on the downhill now... baby boy is BIG... Im going for a late ultrasound in a few weeks to make sure he isnt TOO big... but im happy hes healthy in there. Even tho his jabs are quite painful! Easton was a little one at 19 inches long ... im willing to bet this one is taller, hes constantly in my ribcage and pushing against my hip bones and poking his feet out my side. Sometimes i'll be sitting and I will have to look around to make sure nobody is looking at me wierd because there is a party going on in my belly that is quite apparent from the outside!

 

OH!, AND

 

For the first time this pregnancy, I went in for a doctors appointment and hadnt gained weight! I actually had LOST a pound! - It only took 30 weeks and 45 pounds for my body to figure out that mayyyybe I dont need to be a packing on enough weight to get through a winter undergoround? lets hope so, im serioulsy running out of clothes.

 

 

 

Easy is keeping everyone on their toes.

 

He started doing daycare a couple days a week so that T can study for a huge test that he has in a couple months, and he loves it! we always come in to get him and hes all sweaty and happy and most importantly TIRED. he sleeps like a dream, this kid averages 11-13 hours a night and I couldnt love him more for it.

 

Hes still with daddy a few days a week, and he is such a daddy's boy. They wrestle and play and do Easy's favortie thing...

 

READ.

 

Seriously I dont know where the love of books came from, but he could sit and look at books for an hour without looking up.

 

 

 

oh and if you didnt notice.. we gave this beautiful girly boy... a haircut!

 

Bye bye baby curls!

 

I cried like a baby - I was totally tough about it.

 

 

well heres to 10-12 more weeks on the inside BC2.0!

 

please stop making me crave spicy food and then giving me heartburn when I eat it.

 

k thanks.

 

 

xx - r

 

Daddy.

Daddy. 

Thank you for being my daddy. 

Thank you for always making me eat lots of breakfast

and wrestling with me but always letting me win.

Thank you for waking up with me at night when I'm scared or sad and helping me go back to sleep. 

Thanks for loving my mommy, and taking us to the park sometimes to play!

Thank you for changing my bum

even though sometimes it it really gross (I know)

Thank you for giving me a little brother, 

Us boys are going to have a ton of fun! (and mom can come too I guess)

Im so glad your home with me this summer. 

Happy Fathers day Daddy. 

Can we go to the park tomorrow?

xx (big sloppy kisses) - E.