A few hours ago, we drove to the hospital, and now we have a baby. Luke Gerald Flood didn’t want to wait. Labor started quickly and before we knew it, we were holding Luke. So many thoughts to think, so little time.
He’s healthy, whole and amazing. We can’t wait to get to know him. Anxious to see how his first meeting with his big brother goes tomorrow.
James has successfully completed potty training. Amazing. Nice work little fella.
It’s time for a vacation to Puerto Rico. We’re enjoying a bit of shade on a hot morning in San Juan. I love the colors here. James loves wearing his open pants again.
A new era has begun. James has begun wearing underwear, at least part time for now. Plenty of accidents in his first weekend, but plenty of enthusiasm too. Who doesn’t want to look AND feel like a superhero? Way to go James!
For the record, James just completed his first successful crib escape. No apparent injuries and he’s not yet willing to discuss how he did it. We’re hoping that this is a onetime thing. We’re not ready for him to be in a regular bed (again)!
We took advantage of a beautiful end-of-summer morning to get out to the Farmers Market. No surprise, James had a blast.
By the way, I have no idea what he was doing to Mikey’s head – there was no crying, so I think that everything was okay.
Fortunately this ended well and in hindsight wasn’t too scary … but, we’ve had our first Emergency Room visit now. Perhaps related to the Tosafest outing, James started vomiting on Saturday night. By Monday morning it was still going and he was starting to refuse to drink anything. Concerned about dehydration, we called our doctor and ended up going to the ER at Children’s. A long wait, a nap, an anti-nauseant and a popsicle later and we were in the clear, heading home with a smiling, laughing child. Phew.
James and I at the start line of the Tosafest 5k run.
I took this photo a few minutes before the race started … back when I still thought that James would sit in the stroller as I pushed him through a fast paced 5 kilometers.
James had a different plan. He was going to run. And he did. He refused to ride along in the stroller – he refused water and snacks. He acknowledged the spectators who were clapping for him, but only briefly before returning his focus to the run.
A few days short of officially being two and a half years old, James nearly ran a mile. Then as abruptly as he started, he stopped. He was done. Time for refreshments and the playground. James prides himself on being fast (more specifically the fastest) but I think he might be a distance runner.
Today’s lesson: if you push a flashlight into your nose hard enough, it turns your nose red.
Last night, we took James to his first Brewers game at Miller Park. The Brewers beat the LA Dodgers 4 to 1. James had a lot of fun cheering and watching everything going on in the stadium and of course eating some ice cream with Michele. I’m not sure how much of the game he understood but it definitely looked like he had a good time. Perhaps the highlight of the night was catching the shuttle bus back to our car. Hard to beat a ride in a bus.
