Update

Little Man is going to be 9 years old next wk so I entered his age as nine in a child growth calculator:

your child is 53 pounds, and that is
at the 11st percentile for weight.

your child is 50.5 inches, and that is
at the 18th percentile for height.

So I guess that explains why the DR was saying that if he hasn't grown much more that some tests might need to be run and his hormone levels may need to be checked.

I'm going to find a tape measure to check Rhyme Girl's height but I am guessing her at 5 ft 1 and she was just on the scale and was 135.4 lbs.

At 11 years and 4 months:

your child is 135.4 pounds, and that is
at the 97th percentile for weight.

your child is 61 inches, and that is
at the 86th percentile for height.

I have been sadly neglecting this blog

Anyway,  on Dec 4th we had dinner at Little Man's godparents and our wee Lamb was being held by her Uncle Jeebus when she reached towards me and said, "MumMuma."

It was so distinct and did not seem to be related to food and I commented on it to make sure everyone else had heard.

Since then she has been saying that and "Dada" at T. and myself on a regular basis!!!



And here's a video of her working on standing in the crib:



Also, we took some family photos and this is the one we chose for our Xmas cards - though since I did them late - they are only going to family since I can deliver them in person...

On a wintery day

This morning T. took the two big kids to meet Women's Hockey Gold medal winners, Cheryl Pounder and Becky Kellar.

Once home, we put 8-month-old Lambikins into her snowsuit (size 18 - 24 months) and brought her outside to check out the snow.

Here are some pics...

First Halloween for Lambikins!

Yes here it is, Halloween.

I was thinking about putting Lam's Star Trek onesie on underneath her warm baby giraffe costume but the Star Trek onesie is currently missing and I don't even have a photo of her in it (maybe one on my phone but I can't figure out how to get pics off my super-old phone onto the damn com!)

Son is going out as Green Lantern this year (last year he was Captain Kirk) and we don't have Rhyme Girl this year since she's at her Mom's.

But I am going to post a pic of the kids from the past 2 Halloweens just because.

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2009

2010

funny stuff

Rhyme girl and Little Man are sitting here talking about French.

Little Man suddenly said, "Matt says that people who speak French are HOT."

So I asked Little Man in what way...

Little Man: "I don't mean sweaty. It's like how I think Chinese people are hot... Matt thinks French people are hot. Like cute."

Then I asked him if his friends H. & P. (Male Asian twins) were hot.

Little Man: "No. Only girls are hot to me, Mom."

Then there was a question on baptism...

Little Man: "So like when Sarah got washed in church, she was baptized so what did it do to her?"

But the kids started arguing so I didn't have to answer.

Had a wonderful cuddle and conversation

This morning, Little Man bounded into my room -- wide awake and full of excitement because, as he put it, "I can't believe tomorrrow we'll have a baby!"

So he came in for a cuddle with me, possibly our last one of just the two of us, and we talked.

In moments like these, when he's doing his best to share his feelings and ideas and views of life and the world at large with me -- I marvel at my son.

He is sweet and funny and intelligent. His thought process is certainly his own and I can't always follow the connections he makes but he's interesting. His views are original.

And I am so honoured, proud and, frankly, blessed to be his Mom.

Ever since I had my Little Man I have felt that he has given my life purpose. That I was meant and chosen to be his Mom and that he would thrive and grow and learn because of our special connection.

And that feeling preceeded his diagnosis of autism.

When I look back at my childhood, the one main dream that I held onto was being a Mom someday.

When I was 13 or 14 and my family DR told my parents and I at the time that I would likely never be able to carry a child to term because of my heart issues, it tore me up but I felt certain he was wrong.

As a teen, I still envisioned myself of being the Mom of 3. Always 3. A girl first, then a boy and then a smaller child of indeterminate gender.

When I had Little Man, and it was so tramuatic and terrifying and I was praying that I'd make it through and be able to be there for my baby... and I was told no more babies... well, that time I did think that it was the truth. Especially because Little Man was a male and not the female child I always thought I was going to have first.

And here I am now, with my step-daughter, Rhyme Girl the oldest, Little Man and now this secretive baby-on-the-way.

It's what I always pictured.

But during my sweet conversation with Little Man this morning, I began to worry... Above all else in life -- I want to be here for him and I hope I am not risking that tomorrow when I go in for my RCS.

That being said, I cannot believe that the universe would give me this gift, this opportunity, this miracle of a baby that I am carrying just to take me away from all my kids but I wanted to write about how I am feeling anyway.

Bottom line: I love my kids. The one that was born from me, the one I shall birth tomorrow and the one I carry in my heart even though she's only been in my life as long as T. has.

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Edited to add: Yesterday when I picked Little Man up at school, he said, "I was hoping someone else was picking me up because that would mean you were in labour!"

He also told me, "I'm going to love the baby more than you will, Mom."

me: "Why do you think that?"

LM: "Because kids love things way more than adults do."

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One more addition:

After I wrote this post this morning, just before we left for me to take Little Man to school, he gave me the biggest hug and said, "I love you more than anything in the whole wide world. Than in the universe!"

And I hugged him back and said I loved him that same way. And that I would forever, no matter what.

And he said, "Even if you're in Heaven?"

And I said, "Yes, but let's hope I'm not going there for a very long time."

And he said, "OK, not for a thousand trillion years."