Much Chaos. Here’s Some Pictures!

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Owen is huge. Adam is even huger. We’re tired and stressed and SO happy to have our boys.


Revision Revisited

Remember about this time last year when I blogged about getting Adam’s lip-tie revised? Well it turns out that kind of thing is hereditary and Owen ended up with a matching one of his very own.
Since Adam’s tie caused so many problems, Mike and I decided to get Owen’s procedure done as soon as possible. So off to Charlotte we went as soon as symptoms started to show themselves.
The procedure itself is not fun but it’s not too bad either. The dentist specializes in using a laser to burn off and cauterize the skin that’s attaching the lip to the gums. Turns out that Owen was fairly tongue tied as well so we got that revised too. Both procedures take about 15 seconds each. Easy peasy.
I had a much harder time with this appointment than I did with Adam’s. I cried as soon as Owen started crying and it took longer for me to recover than it did him. Postpartum hormones are an absolute beast and it took me the rest of the day to really come back down to earth. It didn’t help that our poor baby had just gotten skin lasered out of his mouth and was in considerable pain once the numbing stuff wore off.

So now we’ve entered into aftercare mode, which is worse than the procedure. For three weeks we have to stretch out his lip and tongue where the ties used to be three times a day So that it doesn’t grow back into itself. I imagine it’s a very painful process and Owen screams bloody murder while I’m doing it, but again recovers quickly after I pick him up.

All of this would never be worth it except that it’s totally helped! Before Owen couldnt stay latched onto me, so he’d end up taking in a huge amount of air. All of that got trapped in his gut and he couldn’t get it out. Cue the ear-shattering screams when he couldn’t take it anymore. In the evening it was the worst and he’d cry for hours. We’ve actually had an evening or two of minimal crying and calmness after Adam goes to bed. It’s incredible and I hope it only gets better as Owen heals. Do I want to (and sometimes do) cry every time I have to work on his mouth? Yes. Would I do it again to help him eat and feel better in the long term? Sure would.


While Mike and I are busy keeping our heads above water with a newborn and a toddler, Adam went and turned a year older on us. We knew we weren’t going to have a party because the thought of planning that and having a three week old baby was, frankly, terrifying.

We stayed low key and celebrated by going to the park to play. My sister was here and helped us wrangle Adam while Owen slept obliviously in the wrap the whole time. He woke up briefly to eat while we were out to dinner and that was it.


In order to keep being the awesome dad that he is, Mike checked another item off of his list of Things All Kids Must Have: a Radio Flyer wagon. Adam loved it immediately. Riding in it, pushing and pulling, and throwing random things into the back were like second nature to him.


He even wanted to pull Dad (with a little help from Auntie Keely).



Before we went to the park, I was saying that I like the playground because the upper levels have a ladder instead of stairs so Adam can’t get to them. Um, I was proven wrong almost immediately.


Yep, there he is, climbing the ladder as if he heard me and decided to try it out for funsies.

That’s just proof of how rapidly he’s changing every day. I really can’t believe how amazingly big this kid is getting. Last year at this time he was just taking his first steps, and now he’s a walking, talking Big Kid. He’s in the process of potty training, talks in 4 and 5 word sentences, says please and thank you, and melts my heart when he asks for a show and snuggles in close on the couch.

Adam, 2 years. 33 inches, 22 pounds

Likes: chocolate milk, Curious George, robots, dinosaurs.

Dislikes: anything you ask him directly to do, even if it’s something he wants to do.

One Month


Owen is one month old today. I’m pretty sure this is the fastest month that has ever gone by. Some info on our Tater:

Weight: about 9 pounds (doctor’s appointment on Monday so we’ll know for sure then)

Likes: boob, sleeping, staring at the fan, more boob, his brother’s kisses, the owl that jingles on his play mat, wrap naps, and of course, boob

Dislikes: hiccups, gas, pacifiers, being awake for more than a few minutes

Working on: cooing, sleeping longer stretches