Friday, October 30, 2015


So, after my first post in 7 months yesterday, I realized that I forgot to write a very important introduction a while back.
Meet Grant, my youngest son.

This was on his birthday.
He was born at home. Yes, we planned it that way. (For some reason, the question immediately asked upon learning he was born at home is always, "did you do that on purpose?")
I had two midwives and a doula attending, and of course my husband. Heck, even Clinton and our cats were here (although Clinton mostly watched PBS Kids, and Tomodachi hid in the other room...but Buddy, most loyal and loving of feline companions, managed to be right by my side during the worst of the contractions.) Anyway, it almost seemed like a party. A six-hour long, rather exhausting, somewhat painful and definitely messy party that culminated with the birth of a very tiny human.
So Grant arrived May 6th, at 3:55pm. He was smaller than his brother, weighing just 8lbs11oz. But my, how he grew.

That's him earlier this week. He weighs 25 lbs now. He sits on his own, he rolls all over the place, and he shrieks like a banshee when he gets excited. I'm fairly sure our neighbors are aggravated by that last bit, but at least he sleeps at night.

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