It's Time

So, you may remember that Ruby turned 1 back in March, so of course that means that it was time for my "you-had-a-baby-a-year-ago-but-it-still-seems-too-soon-for-the-doctor-to-be-all-up-in-yer-business" appointment. My doctor is lovely and I honestly could not imagine ever seeing a different doctor, ever, so it was only mildly irritating when she basically said "time to lay off the double-doubles, fatty." (I may be paraphrasing.) Sigh. After the Ruby diet I was super skinny, but once I was able to eat like a normal person, I apparently spent the next 3 months making up for lost time. And calories.

So after initially FREAKING OUT a wee bit, I got down to business.  Down 6.6 lbs the first week. And I only *sort of* want a double-double.

This Guy

Declan seriously cracks me up. Here are a few of his latest gems:

- We had spaghetti squash the other day, Talia was super thrilled and said "Dis getti quash is dust like noodles!" and Declan very glumly said "dis getti quash is NOT like noo-noos." We can't get anything past this one.

- Today at the grocery store some random woman took his face in her hands and said to him "You are a sweet, sweet baby." Well, that sweet, sweet baby looked at her like she was crazy and said "I a hockey player!" Then he laughed his head off.

- Also at the grocery store, his new shorts kept falling down - they are 12 - 18 month but without his diaper m'boy is apparently a beanpole - and he kept telling strangers "My bum is stickin' out!!"

 

- Declan may have a hernia and is going to see the surgeon today. We should really start paying more attention to what he overhears because when I told him we were going to the doctor, he said "The docta gonna look at my junk!" Awesome.

I can't wait to see what this guy comes up with next.

To Ruby At One

I think I always start these birthday posts with "I can't believe you're already (insert age here)!" But I really, really can't believe you are already 1, Ruby Tuesday.

You arrived with a bang and have been doing things your own way ever since. We got off to a rough start, you and me. As if it was bad enough that you couldn't tolerate dairy, it took a little while to realize that you couldn't tolerate soy, and chicken, and beef, and peas, and sweet potatoes, and white potatoes, and beans...... and everything under the sun. Poor Ruby, you had such a sore tummy for your first 9 months, I'm surprised you ever smiled or giggled at all. But in true McRaine fashion, you still managed to sleep through the night early. Man, I love you kids for that. And the Ruby Diet was terrible for my taste buds but awesome for my waistline!

You started out as our biggest baby, almost 2 pounds bigger than either of your siblings. Your growth has slowed down since you were allergic to everything, but you're still wearing clothes your sister wore when she was 2 - 2.5 years old. You are the giant Raine baby we've been expecting. So glad you finally showed up!

You are starting to get curious. You have the cutest little bum scoot; unlike your brother, you don't even use your hands. It's not too fast but it gets you where you need to go!  You love to watch your brother and sister play and you are starting to get really good at getting in the way - knocking down towers of blocks, making a slow get-away with key puzzle pieces, reaching waaaaaaaaaaaaaay up to swipe the trains from the train table.

You and your brother and sister are as thick as thieves. I hope you are always this close, even though that will likely mean all kinds of trouble for Daddy and me when you are all teenagers. 

You have been such a gift. Because of you, I got to stay home for a double maternity leave. Because of you, Declan got to stay home and take his time adjusting to daycare. Because of you, I was home and able to get Talia to nursery school with her friends this year. Because of you, Declan gets to know what it's like to be a little brother and a big brother. Because of you, Talia gets to have a sister like I always wanted. Because of you, Daddy gets to have another baby girl to wrap him completely around her little finger.

Love you, Ruby Tuesday. Can't wait to see what you're like next year when I'm writing "I can't believe you're 2!"