Belly...

So as I've mentioned before, we've been working really hard to get Connor's weight up.  It's finally working.  It's working too well!  He's got a gut hanging over the waistband of his pants, especially after dinner.  We've kind of tabled the moving downstairs discussion for now, just because there are more pressing issues.  It's the first time I have wished for more pressing issues in a long time.

I recently found the boys' keepsake boxes.  I had a milestone calendar that a friend thoughfully gave me before Connor was born.  Once it became apparent that he was not going to be meeting those milestones, I dumped the calendar into the garbage and got a keepsake box instead.  I went through the house and found many things I've been meaning to put in them, if only I had the time to unearth those pesky boxes.  Well, mission accomplished.  I found all kinds of little treasures, including the clipping from his first haircut at 4 months old (he was a very hairy baby) and of course, that tooth.  The first one that he lost that he didn't swallow.  It's all in his box.  I added things to his brothers' boxes as well.  They have less.  As much of a packrat as I am, I did not do a very good job on this.  Now that I've made them accessible, I'm going to make a true effort to put things in those boxes instead of stashing them in places they don't belong.  It will be nice to go back and read the cards sent to my boys when they are older.

I am still working to get pictures updated.  I promise.  I just downloaded the required software and need to populate with pics of the little man.  He turns 9 in a little over 2 weeks.  Nine is fine!