What did you just say!? When your toddler misuses a common word...obscenely

Before becoming a parent, I remember friends of mine with toddlers would either put their kids on the phone or have them talk to me in person, and no matter how hard I tried, I could never understand what it was they were saying. To me, it all sounded like a bunch of gibberish. So, as I am sure many can attest to, you do the popular nod of the head and the "Oh, really?" comment, and hope that suffices. That is usually when the parent steps up and says, "Sally just asked you for a cookie", giving you that look of "DUH, how did you not understand that".

With a sixteen month of my own now, I understand fully how mothers can understand their toddler's gibberish. It is as though they are speaking a foreign language, and only mommies understand it. I know that "Nom Nom" means he wants to eat, but that "Nommy Nommy" means he wants a drink. "Cook", followed by his hand patting the stove, means I am supposed to cook him some food, and "a done" means he is done with whatever it is he was doing, whether it be playing with a toy, or done with his nap. However, he says the word "Bop" a lot, and I am still not sure what it means to him, as he says it to everything.

Unfortunately, there are some words that are clear to everyone that he is saying, although what he is saying means a totally different thing to adults. Let's look back at the word "Cook". Whenever I am making my little man a meal, he doesn't seem to understand that food has to cook in order to eat it, so I started telling him that mama cook, and that cook meant making food. Well, he learned the word alright, although let's just replace the second"O" in the word cook, with the letter "C". Wait for it.....NOW you get what he is saying!

When this gem of a word first came out of my toddler's mouth, we couldn't believe it. So I tried sounding out the O sound of the word, hoping that would help. No such luck. Whenever he is hungry, he walks around the house saying it. My husband just looked at me and said, "What did you do?"

I am sure many of you can relate to this, and I am sure this is not going to be the first word he will butcher, and I am sure such words as "truck" is going to come out sounding like a lovely four-letter expletive. I suppose, in those moments, instead of trying to explain to people in the store that no, your son does not have a fetish with a certain male body part, you can just smile, pat your little one of the head, and keep going. Only a mother would understand.

I'm back!!

Good grief, I've been so busy with my life as a mom of a very active toddler that I forgot all about my blog! Things have been so crazy around here, but so much fun, and I really need to get back on here and blog about everything that has happened!

First thing, my little man isn't so little anymore, he is now 15 months old!! Can you even believe it!? Soometimes I look at him and I just can't believe that he has gotten so big so fast. He is walking around everywhere and because of this, it looks as though a nursery school has exploded in my home, and no matter what I do to try to clean up the toys and other nonsense that he seems to find around the house, as soon as I turn around he has dumped the toy bucket over or gotten into something else. He is also starting to say a lot more words, such as mom and dad, dog, moo moo (for his milk), and sometimes he will say button or belly. Oh, and with belly, the cutest thing is that I was teaching him where his belly was, and a few days later I asked him to show me his belly, and he stood there and looked at his shirt, lifted it up, and looked at his belly! I never even taught him to lift up his shirt and I thought wow, what a genuis!!!

For me, I feel as though I am constantly on the go with him, but it is nice to have something to do and feel like I am really making a difference in the world by being blessed to raise this amazing little boy. I cannot even beging to imagine my life without him, as crazy and messy as it is!

Also, I like to take time to read a lot of the mommy blogs out there, and I would love to do that myself, so I figure I'll get myself on here and write about not just life, but what I know best, being a mommy!

Been awhile!

Wow, I can't believe that it has been about 6 months since I lasted posted a blog!! I am sure no one even checks this blog out anymore since it has been so long since I posted, but it seems like life has just gotten away from me. John is going to be turning 1 next week, can you believe it!? I've been just enjoying being a mom, and enjoying spending each day with him. But I do miss my blogging, and I need to get back to it more.

I will write more soon, and let you all know about how much John has grown!

First Cold

Poor John had his first cold this week, and I felt so bad for him. You couldn't tell by looking at him that he was sick, but his nose was so congested and try as I might to clear his nose, it just wasn't working. After two days of this we took him to the Gilbert Hospital on Thursday to get checked out just to make sure he was OK, and to see if there was anything to help him. We had to go to the Gilbert Hospital because we are still waiting for his insurance to get approved, seeing as the state decided to cut all funding for insurance for children. Yes, it is more important for the state to build a new stadium for the Cubs spring training then to have our children covered with proper medical care, but I digress...

Anyway, the Gilbert Hospital has such short wait times, once you walk in the door and give them your name your practically called right in. So we tell them they he is there and they ask if we have a pediatrician and I said yes, but explained how we are waiting for insurance since we have to go through the private insurance route, and cannot afford the large out of pocket cost to get him into the regular doctor's office. The nurse just gave us a look like we were trash. I felt like punching her in the face, or at least saying something, but I held my tongue. Maybe she can afford $2oo to get into a doctor's visit, but we just can't right now, and there are many who are in the position we are right now. We have been very lucky that he is such a healthy child so far, but I could have just let him be sick and not have him be checked out.

Luckily, it was just the common cold, and because of his age there was nothing they could do for him, and the doctor understand completely when I told him we were new parents and just wanted to make sure he was OK. I was so glad to get out of there and away from that nurse. She has no business judging anyone, especially when my child was laying there smiling and laughing and healthy. And today, he is starting to feel like his usual self today, and has spent most of the day talking and laughing and having what I call a good baby day.

Video Blog: Growling Baby

John has taken to growling, along with blowing bubbles :)

The holidays are over!!

The holidays have come and gone, and I am glad to see it is over. As much as I love the Christmas season, I just couldn't get into it this year. If it weren't for Phil, our tree would still be naked, and the house would not be decorated, and even with it being decorated it just isn't as well done as when I usually take an entire day and really make everything look festive. If I had my way the Christmas stuff would have been taken down today, but Phil likes it and wants it up until after New Year's, which is when we usually have it up until, so I said that was fine. I never did get around to having the time to do my cards, and trying to do any baking was just out of the question. Anyone who has had a newborn around the holidays understands where I am coming from. I am still getting myself back to feeling like I did before I got pregnant, and with having the c-section that takes a little longer then normal. Plus, even though John is getting himself on a schedule and sleeping through the night most of the time, I feel like I need a week to just stay in bed and catch up on all the sleep I have lost the past 9 weeks. Plus, certain family issues have me concerned and worried, so that is always on my mind as well.

I did get my wish for this year though. Last year at Christmas I said that I wanted to have a baby to celebrate Christmas with, and I accomplished that. He was definitely the best present I have ever had. He has grown so much, and I can't believe it is not 2 months old! He smiles all the time, and coos and is starting to laugh. He is just a very happy baby, so much so that when he wakes up in the morning he doesn't cry, he just laughs and coos and smiles to himself, waiting for one of us to come over to him and change him and give him a bottle. He has a wonderful personality already, he only cries when he is hungry or needs something and as soon as that need is met, he is happy. He doesn't even fuss that much. I am very lucky.

Next year, I told Phil that I plan on making sure we have a wonderful Christmas, not only next year but every year thereafter. John is going to be a year old next Christmas, and even though he'll still be too little to learn about Santa, I want to make sure there are lots of presents for him under the tree, and that we go out and do fun holiday things, like go to the zoo to see the zoolights, and go sit on Santa's lap. Being able to see Christmas through his eyes is going to give me a whole new appreciation on the holiday.

Yes, this is my baby

I've recently discovered something that I never thought would happen...people seem to think that my baby ISN'T my baby!

I first realized this about two weeks ago, when I took John for a little walk to meet Phil as he got off work. A women was jogging and she slowed down and said she noticed I hadn't been at work lately (turns out she is a customer at the store and sees me all the time) and then looked at John and said "That isn't your baby, is it??" I looked at her and said of course he is mine, and she said oh, well congrats, and jogged off. I thought it was a strange comment to make, and just brushed it off.

Since then, I have had numerous people around where I live ask me the same question. With our apartment complex being right next to the Walmart, there are a lot of people who live around here who shop there frequently and recognize me and didn't realize I was pregnant. It seems every time John and I head over to my mom's apartment, which is just across the way, someone stops me and asks me if I am either babysitting, or asks me whose baby it is.

The only thing I can think of is that people see me in a wheelchair and must think I just don't have the ability to carry a child because of that. I've even had a few people tell me they didn't know I could have children because of being in a chair. I know people don't realize by just looking at me that the only thing wrong with me is that I have arthritis and my knees just don't work anymore, but how rude to just tell someone that the newborn they are holding, who by the way, looks exactly like you, couldn't possibly be yours. I feel so insulted when I am asked that, and there is a lot I'd like to say to that person, but being a good mommy, I hold my tongue and just continue on my way.

My biggest concern has always been when John is older and starts school, how will kids react to his mommy being in a wheelchair, because let's face it, kids are mean. I never thought that adults would be mean as well and assume I couldn't be a parent. I hope this is something that we don't have to deal with, because I sure don't want to take my son to school and have stupid parents asking me if I am the aunt or something.

Video Blog: Baby John Playing

After a diaper change the other day, John decided he wanted to be awake and just be his cute baby self, and I couldn't help but video it for his big debut to the Kimbo Central blog. And yes, he is on the coffee table, because that's just where I happened to change him haha!

Happy Birthday Baby John!!

Weighing in at 8lbs 9ozs, measuring 21 1/2 inches long, born by emergency c-section on October 23, 2009 at 4:15pm, please put your hands together for John Phillip Fry!!

Last Friday, I went into the doctor for my weekly fetal non-stress test and while I was hooked up to the fetal monitor they took my blood pressure, which was very high. It has been high throughout the pregnancy, but this was higher then it had ever been, and the doctor came in and told me she wanted me to be admitted until I had the baby because she felt it would be safer for me. When I asked if I would be having the baby that day, she said she thought it would either be that weekend or they would just have me wait until the 30th, which is when I had my original c-section scheduled. So off to the hospital we went, and they put me in the OB Triage to wait for the nurse to be in to get me all set up. Phil and I were in that room for about 5 minutes when the nurse came in and said that the doctor on duty set me up to have my c-section a few hours from then, and they were going to take me to labor and delivery to start getting me prepped. Phil and I just looked at each other like what!!?? It was a total surprise that it was going to be happening right then and there, because I thought for sure they were going to make me wait another week. So I called my mom to tell her and dad to get done there as soon as they can, and off to labor and delivery we went.

After getting prepped and my parents finally getting to the hospital, they had Phil dress in scrubs and took me off to the operating room to get the epidural and start the c-section. I have never been so nervous in my life, I was shaking like a leaf the entire time and nothing I could do could stop that. Luckily the epidural went in without any problems, and once I was laid down on the table and the medicine started kicking in, Phil was brought in to sit next to me. At 4:08pm they started and at 4:15pm John was born. He cried right away and my heart just soared and as soon as they brought him around the curtain and showed him to me I just started crying. He was perfect, and he was ours, and we had waited so long for him. Phil went right over to him and they had him cut the cord and since he was doing so well, they took him to recovery to weigh him and wait for me, and they sent Phil with them while they spent the next 45 minutes putting me back together. I was so impatient the entire time, I just wanted them to hurry up so I could get to recovery and see my baby boy.

In recovery, I was still shaking so bad, and the nurse told me that it is normal, it was just hormones from just having a baby, and it was so bad at first I wasn't able to hold John, but they brought him to me and I just couldn't believe how beautiful he was and that I did that. My family came in two at a time to see him and two hours later, I was transferred to my postpartum room and was finally able to really hold John and check him out, of course checking to make sure he had all his fingers and toes.

I was in the hospital for four days, and was able to come home Tuesday night. John is in perfect health and even though he seems to have his days and nights mixed up and Phil and I pretty much are running on a few hours sleep here and there, we couldn't be prouder of what we have created and the new family we now have. It seems so strange to me at times that I actually have a son. I guess I thought I would never have a child of my own, just like a never thought I would get married, but now I have a family of my own, we just moved into a nice and bigger apartment that allows John to have his own room, a dog that is still trying to figure out what the heck this little person is, and great family and friends that love me and support me along the way. I couldn't be more blessed.

37 Week Appointment and Hospital Stay

Tuesday we went in for our normal prenatal appointment and as always, they first get me hooked up to the fetal monitor and take my blood pressure. Now, since becoming pregnant my blood pressure has been on the high side, but I have had every lab test done and even done a 24 hour urine collection and all has come back that I just have maternal hypertension and I'll be fine. Well, my blood pressure was through the roof both times they checked it, so the doctor told me she wanted me to go right to the hospital and be admitted for a 24 hour observation and also do another 24 hour urine collection to rule out the possibility of me having preeclampsia. They kept asking me if I had a headache or blurred vision or felt bad, but I felt fine. I was more worried about baby then myself, but they assured me that he was fine, it was me that they were concerned about, and if there was any health risks to me, they would take the baby right away.

So basically, I sat in the hospital for 24 hours, collecting my pee, just for them to tell me last night around 10pm that everything came back fine and I was free to go home right then and just go to my regular prenatal visit next week. In a way, I know it was best for me to be in there because if there was a problem then things about be done, but I truly felt like I could have been taking my blood pressure at home and peeing in a bucket at home where I would have been comfortable. I guess a lot of it is because since I was already in the hospital, I just wanted John to be able to be delivered, because I am at the point where I am just uncomfortable and ready for him to come out. Plus, when the did an ultrasound on him, he is already at 8 1/2 pounds!!! But they say his lungs may still need to be developed a little more, so once I heard that, I felt better about making sure he stays in here at least another week or so. But more then likely they are going to schedule the c-section for next week.

So now I am home and taking it easy. We are moving this weekend and have so much to do around here, and I keep feeling the need to grab some boxes and just start packing and cleaning, but I am having a lot of Braxton Hicks contractions when I do too much, which they said is normal, and plus with my blood pressure I know I have to take it easy and just let Phil handle everything. The best news today though is that my doctor's office just called and they are faxing a note to my work letting them know I missed work yesterday because I was in the hospital, and that I am on restricted activity and will not be able to return to work through the remainder of my pregnancy, so I am officially on maternity leave!! Another thing I don't have to worry about, just as long as we can get through this move and then bring this baby into the world and home where he belongs.

Stubborn Baby

Last Tuesday, at our 36 week prenatal appointment, they checked the baby's fluid and we discovered that John is still in the breech position, his head is up, right above my belly button, and in fact every time he turns his head from side to side (which he does a lot), the whole top of my belly moves. As cute as that is, the doctor gave us about a 5 percent chance that he is going to turn on his own, which means it looks like I am going to end up having a scheduled c-section. To be honest, as much as I would love to have a regular delivery, there has always been something in my head that made me think I was going to end up having the c-section, and I wasn't even upset when the doctor told me this. Disappointed, yes, but not upset, because whatever we need to do to deliver him safely is what I care about, and if it means surgery, then I am for it. So Tuesday we go for his growth ultrasound and we will see what they said then. I doubt very much he is going to turn on his own, because he is still in the same position, and I think he is just comfy there. My main worries and concerns are after the c-section, such as my healing time, which they say will be longer for me because I am unable to walk, and what it will be like for me when I have to transfer from my chair to the car or my bed, and such. But those things are for me to deal with, and I will with no complaints, because it means that my son came into this world safely and is happy and healthy. As a mother, you have to put your needs aside for the well-being of your child, and I would go through this a thousand times over just to be able to have him here with us.

As for everything else, I feel like I am living in chaos as our move is coming up on the 18th and our house is just a mess. Moving is such a pain, trying to pack up everything, and weed through things you haven't used since you first moved in. And I am really no help at all because I can no longer bend over easily, or lift anything, and anything I do just wears me out, so Phil has to be the one who does this whole thing. I try to help out with what I can, but mostly I just supervise. Then, once we get moved next weekend, that place will be a mess, and we have a very short time to get it somewhat organized and get John's room ready before his arrival. Of course, this is not the best time to move when your nine months pregnant and could go into labor at anytime, but our lease is up and we couldn't pass up on the amazing deal with were able to get on a two bedroom, plus John needed his own room. Luckily, my aunt Kelly, uncle Rick, and cousin J are helping Phil with the move, so I don't feel so bad about just sitting back and directing where the boxes go, as that is about all anyone will let me do.

And lastly, it looks like I am going to be taking my maternity leave 2 weeks earlier then I had planned. Work is just getting to be really tough on me, I can't sit in my chair for very long because my back hurts all the time and my feet and ankles get so swollen, and the bigger I get the more tired I am, and trying to work for 8 hours is miserable. So tonight I work a 4 hour shift, and the same with Monday, and then on Tuesday I am having the doctor write me a note saying I am taking my leave now. They have me starting my leave as of my due date, Nov. 5th, but with scheduling a c-section he is more then likely going to be here before that, and I really could just use this time to rest, get his nursery ready at the new place, and have a little Kimbo time before it all becomes John time.

Back up and running!

I finally had the Internet fixed around here, so I am able to be back online again full time, which means more time for blogging!! I just need to get a wireless router now so I can use my laptop here at home again, but I have to send it out to Dell to get fixed because the screen lid decided to break.

Well, October is upon us and this is going to be one busy month around the Fry household. We are going to be moving on the 18th to the other side of our complex to a two-bedroom that we were able to score an amazing deal on, $30 less then what we are paying for now, and it is really a good thing we were able to get the two-bedroom because as we start buying things for the baby, like his travel system (stroller and car seat combo) and people start giving us gifts like lots of clothes and a baby bath, we soon realized that for such a little guy, his things are big and taking up a lot of space. Plus, my mom is throwing me a baby shower that same week, so things are going to be pretty busy. Not to mention that once we move, we have about two weeks before my due date, so my mom said that she will come over and help me get things settled in, so our house is somewhat organized when John comes.

Speaking of John, things are going well, we will be at 35 weeks tomorrow. He is still as active as ever, and at the doctor they have been hooking me up to a fetal monitor to check his heartbeat and the doctor says he seems pretty happy in here. I had to cancel my appointment for yesterday due to Phil and I having a cold (which he is better because he can take some good medicine for it, I am toughing it out with no meds), so we go on Friday and should have another growth ultrasound. I am interested to see how big he is now, he was 4.8 pounds about 3 weeks ago, and I am also hoping he cooperates and lets us get a good 3D picture of his face this time.

32 Week Update

Today was my 32 week prenatal appointment. I first had to get blood drawn and also turn in the 24 hours of urine I collected all day yesterday, which will check to see if I have any problem with protein in my urine, which might be a sign of a high blood pressure issue. Every time they check my pressure it is always high, so the doctor says I am to get a blood pressure monitor for home and check daily. He said sometimes your blood pressure will be normal at home, but high at the doctor. If it is high at home as well, then I will be put on some meds until the baby is born, so I don't have any complications during labor and delivery.

We had a growth ultrasound today and John is 4lb 8oz, which surprised me, because I really didn't think he was that big already, but they said he is still right on schedule and everything looks good. Of course, just like his momma, he is stubborn and never lets us see a good picture of his face in a 3D ultrasound, today he had his face toward my back and wouldn't move for anything. I guess he wants to keep it a surprise what he is going to look like, but I am just dying for a little peek.

Everything else is going well, I was tested for gestational diabetes last time I was in there and that came back negative, and so now it is basically just a sit back and wait for him to be born anytime after 36 weeks, although I am really hoping he goes the whole 40 weeks and is born in November instead of October, since October is just a month I don't like, and I really hope he isn't born on Halloween, because I hate that day with all the gross stuff lol. But he will get here when he gets here, and I can't wait to finally meet him!

Welcome to the Third Trimester!

It is hard for me to believe, but I am officially now in my third trimester! In 12 more weeks my son will be here, and I feel like I am nowhere near ready for him, at least materials wise. I need his bassinet still, and a lot more clothes then I already have, plus the essentials like diapers and wipes. But I have to keep telling myself to just take it easy and that by the time he is here, everything he needs will be here too, and to just pace myself. I am just getting so excited, but more nervous as well. What has been keeping me up at night, besides the aching back and the baby dance party in my belly, is my thoughts of, "Oh my God, he has to come out!!!!" I have read so many baby books, and read up on labor and delivery, but I know when it actually comes time for me to go through it, everything I have read will go right out the window and I'll just do whatever I need to do to make sure he comes into the world safe and healthy.

Today was my 28 week prenatal visit and we had another growth ultrasound (pictures to be coming soon). He is at 2.6 pounds and the doctor says he is healthy and on schedule. We were able to try another shot at the 3D/4D ultrasound and we were able to get a little better picture of his face, but he wouldn't get into position so we could see his face straight on, and then he kept putting his hand and arm in his face. I can't believe how big he has gotten from the first ultrasound we had done at 8 weeks, and I can't believe he is going to have more room to grown when it seems so cramped in there already!!

The only trouble I had run into lately with the pregnancy is that my arthritis flared up twice in a week while I was at work, and I had to go home to rest. I told the Dr. and she wrote me a note for my manager stating that she wants me to work no more then 20 hours a week, instead of the 30+ I have been. She said she wants me to be able to get more rest, get my feet up more since I've been having some foot swelling, and says flares may be common because of my body working overtime these last three months, but she doesn't want to see me on bed rest because I work too much and don't get enough rest. I was actually wanting to take down my hours anyway because I am getting more tired easily, so this isn't upsetting to me. Other then that, though, my health is great, and from now I will be going to the Dr. every two weeks until my 9th month, when I go every week.

On another good note, Phil had an interview for a job today at my work and got the job!! I haven't really blogged about it, but he was laid off from his job at his school, and trying to find work has been hard, but they are starting to hire at my work after having a large hiring freeze, so he starts on Thursday. It will be nice working with him, we won't be working the same area, but we'll see each other a lot.

Well, I'll be uploading the newest ultrasound pics soon and will get those posted soon. Until then...I'll still be puffy and preggo! Hahahaha....

How I chose the name for my son

When telling people I am pregnant, or when they ask if I am having a boy or girl, the first thing I am always asked is, "What are you going to name him?". Seeing as John is a family name, I assume that most people, those who are in my family, must think I am naming my son after my Grandpa John, who passed away when I was 12. Truth is, my grandfather already has a namesake, my cousin. And as much as I love my grandpa, I felt that my son should have the namesake of someone who is very important and special in my life who does not have the honor of having someone named after him. It just so happens that this person also has the name of John.

John is my stepfather, and has taken on the role of father figure in my life when unfortunately, my real father just wasn't there. I am not trying to hurt my real father by saying this, but if he does read this, he knows this, and I have told him this. John and I have a very close relationship, he takes care of me when I need it, and I do the same for him in return. He has had a lot of medical issues in his life with my mom and I, and I have spent many a time in hospitals and at home making sure he is OK. He is a very kind and loving man, although to those who don't know him he seems very quiet and reserved. But he has a wonderful sense of humor and we make each other laugh all the time.

What I find most upsetting is that he has four children of his own, all of whom have removed themselves from his life, rebelling against having any sort of parental figures in their life, and wanting to do their own thing. He has grandchildren which he has only seen from pictures, and some new grandchildren he has never seen a picture of. He'll never say it, at least not to me, but I know that it hurts him that his children have acted the way they did when all he ever tried to do was give them love and discipline and show them how to be decent people in life, and it must hurt him to have grandchildren he has never met. I thought, what a better what to honor a man who has done so much for me, then to give my son his namesake, something his children have not done. Of course, John is a family name, on my mother's side, and it is nice that he will be able to have a family name, but when people ask me who my son is named after, I tell them he is named after my dad.

Phillip is my husband's name, and since this is our first child, and first son, I thought it fitting to give him my husband's name, even though he liked the name Michael for a middle name, which is his brother's name. And I think John Phillip Fry is very professional sounding, a name he can use when he becomes an attorney or doctor (a mother can dream..lol)

23 Week Ultrasound

Today was another doctor visit, and another growth ultrasound. He is growing healthy and strong, his kicks and punches are getting stronger and stronger every day. He is 1lb and 9oz, heartbeat is strong, and the doctor said all his limbs and organs are in place and he is exactly where he should be for his gestational age. Unfortunately, we had the sonographer that I am not a fan of, who takes terrible pictures and isn't very friendly. The pictures that we have aren't great, and she did a 4D ultrasound, which we were so excited about seeing, and it just didn't turn out great. But the doctor said that the best time to have that done is between 28-30 weeks, because we will be able to see what he looks like much better. I hate to say it, but the 4D pictures look kinda creepy, but then he is just bone and loose skin haha! So here is John!

Happy 30th Birthday Kimbo!

Today is my 30th birthday and I honestly can't believe that I am 30! It feels like just yesterday I was just starting my 20's, with my whole life ahead of me and a future filled with unknowns. What really amazes me is that I had such dreams and ideas for myself, and where I thought I was going to be when I hit my 30th year, and how different my life actually is today. I have to say though, I am very happy with the direction my life has taken and where I am today. I am married to a man who loves me so much, who would do anything for me and takes such wonderful care of me. Although our life isn't always perfect, I know that I can always count on him to be here at my side. And the best present I could ever have for my birthday is this healthy, amazing baby boy inside me, whose little kicks and punches are getting stronger and stronger every day. I am so proud and honored to be John's mother, and I can't wait to see where our life takes us with him in our family. He is so loved already and I know that all his family can't wait to finally meet him in November!

So happy birthday to me!

Meet my son......

John Phillip Fry!

Oh yes, the infamous penis picture.

His right arm

His profile

His right leg


What a little heartbreaker!



Mom's little man