May 2013

We started the month out with 80 hospitalized, running through the last few days of his antibiotics run.  My dad drove down on the 3rd, 80 was released on the 4th, and my parents flew to Denmark on the 7th.  They were gone for not quite 2 weeks.  During that time, 80 and I ran/walked another 5k.  This time it was for Girls on the Run, a local program that encourages young girls to get out and exercise, stay fit, make good life choices, and build self esteem.  I felt like I did pretty well, but I ended up running it in 42 minutes or something ridiculous.  So... needs improvement.  It was a fun run though,

 2 of the other troop wives, Jessika and Kati

I always end up carrying him at some point.  

 When my parents came home, it was almost 80s 6 month birthday!  To celebrate we packed up and went to Hilton Head, we parked at Coligny beach and made our way past the EXCELLENT facilities and beach access to the beach and water.  We were not dressed for the beach, nor had we any plans of swimming or sunbathing, but I couldn't resist the opportunity to dip 80s toes in the Atlantic for the first time!

Sadly, mom and dad had to go home a few days later.  I'd had mom with me for almost a month and it was wonderful but she has this whole life in St Louis she has to go back to or whatever.  We had been invited to the beach the same day they left so 80 and I went to Tybee for the first time.  We met up with Kelli and Jessika who are troop wives who are also in SSM.

 napping in the beach wagon

80, Lani and Tristin: beach babies!!!

Neither of us ended up sun burnt, but I did get a parking ticket.. late by 10 minutes!  Such a bummer.  We also went down with a handful of other SSM moms to St Simons island in GA, to Neptune Park which is just a public pool.  It was a beautiful day and 80 had a good time sleeping on me while we sat along the wall of the zero entry part of the pool.  I don't think I'll be making the hour and a half hour drive back down there just for the pool any time soon, but hanging out with other SSM moms in a setting where I wasn't sweating or out of breath was a treat.

January 2013

My mom came from St Louis to stay with me with 80 since Andrew left on the 9th.  She came rolling in at 8pm on the 8th, and stayed home with 80 when Andrew and I left at midnight to take him to the staging area.

Granny sees 80 for the first time out of the hospital

first walk

first bath

taking a nap while momma plays on the ipad

cat torture, it starts early

 She stayed with me for about 3 weeks before my dad came.  They stayed for a few days and then went home.

Dad: holding 80, eating a sandwich, playing on the computer, and balancing trash on the cat.. what multi-tasking!

A few days later 80s Mema (Andrews mother, Irma)  stayed with me and helped out with 80 for a week.  When she left I was on my own!  And it was February!

Adrian / AdyBob / 80

Everyone asks why I call Adrian "80", at least those who see it written.  Phonetically it sounds like "Aydee"   which is the first part of AdyBob, a nickname he got from his cousin NatyBob (Nathan Robert).  The Adrian of Adrian Robert came from my husbands great grandfather.  The Robert is my now deceased FIL's middle name (he was John Robert).  My niece Catherine noticed that ADY sounded like the number 80.  I thought it was so clever I adopted it.

When 80 was born we hadn't picked out a name yet, we were both on the fence about Adrian, we both liked it but neither of us were wild about it.  80 was such a surprise that we both more concerned with his health than his name.  Andrew went with my mother directly to the NICU hospital from the airport (he had been visiting TX for Thanksgiving) while I stayed in the birth hospital.  The doctors asked him at the NICU what his name was, he said Adrian Robert.  I didn't have any objections and thus it became his name.

There was a bit of confusion when it came to filling out the birth forms.  I wanted to make sure that Robert was the middle name Andrew had chosen, and wasn't a product of playing grade school Telephone through Andrew, my parents, and me.  If you ask my dad he will tell you this conversation:

Me: I don't know what to put for middle name
Dad: I thought it was Robert?
Me: Um, says WHO?

Which is more or less how it happened.