Good Morning, Birthday Boy!

At this time, last year, I was cursing my IV guy every time the automatic blood pressure cuff went off. He'd finally gotten it on the 4th try, but there was something going on where the cuff would (obviously) cut off the circulation and the vein where the IV was would swell into a gumball-sized lump. There's something to say about the amount of pain it caused my arm if it was bad enough to cancel out some pretty big contractions. It also made the IV block up, about the time James was born, and the nurse came at me, waving a shot. I think that's the only time I've heard a nurse swear under her breath, as she couldn't give me the shot (to help get the bleeding resolved) since I'd just screamed "No!" a couple of times.

This past year has been a total whirlwind. James has grown up so fast, and yet he's still such a baby, to me. He just started cruising around, about two weeks ago. He doesn't really say any words, even though he can sign a few. He's got the chubbiest legs of any of the kids. We're off to the pediatrician in a couple of minutes to get shots and see how he's growing. Once we do that, we'll have to assess the car seat situation. If James has (or almost has) outgrown his car seat, we'll need to figure out how to rearrange things. Again.

Anyway, here's more cuteness from his picture shoot, yesterday.