My 1st Trolley Ride

The city of Monrovia (the city right next to us) has this free trolley that goes through its Old Town district.  Caleb (and Caris) got their first trolley ride.

I parked, and we walked to the trolley stop.  There we waited.

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And waited…

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And waited…

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Oh, and waited…

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The trolley is supposed to come about every 15 minutes.  When it finally came (30+ minutes later), we found out that only 1 trolley was running for that afternoon.  Caleb was a trooper with all that waiting.  I pointed out every bus, van, & construction vehicle on the road.  We watched birds and airplanes.  We watched ants march underneath the bus bench.  Oh, and Caris was a trooper too.  She slept the whole time on me in the baby carrier.

 

Caleb loved the trolley ride.  He pointed at things and yelled out their names.  He impressed the trolley driver with his vocabulary.  I was impressed with the trolley driver for understanding Caleb.

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My 1st Helmet

Grandma & grandpa are planning to buy Caleb his 1st bike/trike, so I took Caleb to our city public safety office where they sell children helmets for only $5.  The age range for the helmets is 3-9 years, but I figured Caleb has a pretty big head so he should be able to fit into a 3 year old helmet as long as they allow us to buy one.  They didn’t mind at all that Caleb was younger. 

Caleb was so good for the helmet fitting.  They started him with the toddler helmet, but nope it didn’t fit… too small.  Too bad cuz they had cute helmet designs.  Then, Caleb tried on a youth-small helmet.  It also didn’t fit.  What?!  My son is not even 22 months old yet.  Finally, they found one that fit… also a youth size small, but a wider fit.  I started laughing when they put it on (OK, OK, I know I’m not supposed to).  But, the helmet looked so big on him.  It looked like a motorcycle helmet.  Oh well.  At least we found something to protect Caleb’s precious noggin.  Chris still says that our boy’s head contains the cure for cancer.  I guess we better protect it. 

 

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Ouchie

For those of you have been to my house, you may have noticed the ugly plants leading to our front door. And if ever get a chance to be around long enough with me around that front door, you’ll know that I HATE those plants along side the path.  I HATE THEM SO MUCH.  They’re ugly.  The leaves on the plants poke you, even through your pants.  They overgrow the path far too often.  I’m came to a point where I just cut off all the leaves just so they stay out of the path and out of my legs.

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Whoever put these plants in made a bad decision.  Or maybe he/she/they didn’t realize how ugly these plants would be.  Or how pokey they are.  Or maybe they just had bad taste.  Whatever the reason, those plants suck.

Caleb likes to run around.  But he still doesn’t have the best of balance yet.  He’s still falling constantly when he’s running.  He was playing around outside this afternoon with mommy, when he came running up to her while she was putting the trash cans away.

He fell.  He fell into the plant.

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Those are the spikes sticking out his skin.

My Shoes

So a few weeks ago, I got a new pair shoes.  Not just any pair of shoes, but ones with balls (basketball, baseball, football, soccer) on it.  And not only do they have balls on them, they also have lights on them.

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Iloves those shoes.  Well, I should say that I loved those shoes.  Cause those shoes no longer exist in the Wong household.

That picture above shows me wearing one of the lighted ball shoes.  My other shoes happen to be in Daddy’s car that day.  Daddy was putting on my brown shoes, but I wanted my favorite light shoes.  Well, daddy forgot to switch the shoes after we got in the car.

Daddy forgets a lot of things. The next week Daddy remember to bring the shoes, but he was moving so fast.  We got to class and I had no shoes.  And then Daddy remembered where he left them.  He left them on top of the car.  My shoes went bye-bye.

That’s okay.  Grandma is going to buy me another pair of shoes with lights and balls.

Big Brother Caleb turns 21 months old

Caleb is still adjusting to his new baby sister.  He really is trying.  He’s watching and learning…. maybe a bit too much.  Caleb sees Mommy burping Caris.  Caleb tries too… only Caleb can be a little rough with his burping technique.  Caleb sees Mommy wiping Caris’ mouth after being nursed.  Caleb goes up to Caris and tries to do this too.  Oh dear.  Caleb, your sister doesn’t want her whole face covered with the spit cloth.  Caleb sees Mommy rocking the car seat back and forth to settle Caris.  Caleb tries to… You can already picture it, right?  So, yes… my helpful big boy scares this Mommy when he’s around baby Caris. 

We bought Caleb a baby doll.  Someone gave us the idea that, if we could teach Caleb to be gentle with the doll, then he could be gentle with Caris.  Not so.  Then, we thought… maybe Mommy could hand Caleb the doll when he gets jealous that Caris is nursing.  So, instead of trying to pull Caris out of Mommy’s arms, Caleb could hold a “baby" of his own.  That didn’t work either.  Well, I guess Caris now has her first doll.

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Caris, enjoy those rare moments when your brother leaves you alone. 

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This may be a tough transition time for Caleb, but he’s still going strong with learning & playing.  He’s still our innovative boy.

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And with age, Caleb has become even more of a risk-taker.  He loves to jump off of things like the couch.  He still likes to climb everything.  And his falls seem to be getting bigger as he gets older.

Here are some pictures after he fell right after his Gymboree class this past Tuesday.  Caleb’s first “fat lip.”  He split his lip open and was bleeding everywhere.  It looked far worse than what it really was. 

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But as always, our son recovers quickly.

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Soon, we’ll be celebrating Caleb’s 2nd birthday.  Can you believe it? 

Travel Town Museum

On Saturday, we went to Travel Town Museum.  It was Caris and my first time, but Chris & Caleb have been there before for a “daddy/son day.”  We had lots of fun climbing up to see the insides of trains. 

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We’re not sure exactly when this happened, but at some point, our son had a huge tear down the left back side of his pants.  He was wearing a dark blue onesie, so the tear wasn’t as obvious as it would have been if a white diaper was showing. 

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On our way home from Travel Town, Caris started crying.  She was hungry.  We had cut it pretty close to her feeding time.  The freeway was trafficky, so we decided to pull off and feed her.  I nurse Caris.  Chris chases Caleb around the car.  About 30 minutes later, both kiddos are strapped in their car seats again and we’re on our way.  Caris starts crying again.  This time it’s a “I feel uncomfortable from too much gas and I need to spit-up” cry.  Caleb hates it when Caris cries.  And even more, I think he hates the attention Caris gets from us as we try to verbally soothe her from our front seats.  So, Caleb starts mimicking her cry, but only louder.  Caris gets even more upset with Caleb crying too.  2 crying kids in a car is no fun.  My maternal hormones are going crazy.  But the funny thing is that, as much as the crying was bothering me, it must have been bothering Chris just as much.  My normally calm-driving husband was now gripping the steering wheel and speeding up to try to get home faster.  I couldn’t help but bust out laughing.  I guess there are paternal hormones too??? 

Caleb’s Sleep

So, Caleb’s sleep has always been easily disrupted.  About a month ago, new neighbors moved in behind us with a dog who loves to bark.  I was praying that the dog would quickly learn to be quiet so he wouldn’t wake up my son anymore from his mid-day nap.  I noticed shortly after that there was no longer any barking.  Yay, prayer answered affirmatively!  🙂  So, Chris & I have been wanting to visit our new neighbors with a welcome gift.  We finally got around to going to their house this past Saturday.  We learned that they gave their dog to the animal shelter since he wasn’t adjusting to the smaller house and backyard.  Awh, now I feel bad.  But my son is back to taking longer daytime naps.

Caleb has been talking in his sleep sooo much lately.  In the middle of the night, he yells out these words and then goes back to sleep, usually.  I’ve just spent the last hour listening to him babble away in conversation with himself.  He’s practicing all these sounds, words, and phrases.  Kinda cute.  But not as much at 5:30AM.  This boy just can’t shut off his brain.  Sleep seems to always be the first thing affected when things change in Caleb’s life… good or bad things.  Oh well, another developmental phase.  Hopefully, we’ll have a big boy who can communicate better with us soon.  We love you so much, Caleb.

Oh, How They Grow

Just to update you a little on Caris.  She is doing great.  At this stage in her life, she is sleeping great.  She has problems with wanting to sleep, which is something Caleb has always had, even now.  Caris does what a regular baby is suppose to do.  She sleeps.  She eats.  She poops.  And she doesn’t fuss much at all.  She didn’t even cry when she came out of the womb!  Relatively, she has been an easy baby.  We get less sleep because of her, but she does make it as easy as possible for us.

Compared to Caleb, it’s almost night and day.  Caleb was wailing the moment he came out of the womb.  Caleb couldn’t be soothe by simply holding him.  We had to pull out all the weapons to get to stop crying at times.  And then he didn’t want to sleep either.  He required to be held to sleep.  He’d cry whenever we put him down.  He hated the car seat.  No HATED the car seat.  From that first cry in his first ride home until he was tall enough to see outside, he’d cry in that car seat.

Not much has changed with Caleb.  He’s still the loud boy that he was born as.  He cries loud.  He screams loud.  He even talks loud.  But he’s our big boy.  And boy has he ever grown.  He’s learned to sleep (mostly) through the night.  He’s thickening up again.  His butt is so big.  His feet are so big.  His head is so big.  I went in tonight to go soothe him cause he was crying right after holding Caris, and my goodness.  I keep forgetting how big a boy Caleb is now.

Now we just need to protect his brain until he gets older.  There’s the cure for cancer in there.

Among the other things he’s grown into, he’s learned to talk.  And not just talk, but talk a lot.  They say a 2 year old boy can say an average of 50 words.  I said before I thought he knew about 80 words.  Well, he just keeps learning more and more each day.  We counted the words off the top of our head, and have them listed here.

  1. mama – Mommy
  2. dada – Daddy
  3. doo doo – Gung gung
  4. popo – Grandma
  5. bah – ball
  6. ba ba ba – blueberry
  7. uh oh – uh oh
  8. doo doo – reverse, backing up
  9. baahh bah – Bob (the Builder)
  10. poo poo – Poop
  11. watermelon
  12. banana
  13. water
  14. mango
  15. magnet
  16. strawberry
  17. up
  18. down
  19. help
  20. out
  21. more
  22. milk
  23. no
  24. bao bao
  25. head
  26. heart
  27. square
  28. bus
  29. duck
  30. dog
  31. squirrel
  32. deer
  33. mouse
  34. cat
  35. cow
  36. walk
  37. toast
  38. toes
  39. nose
  40. train
  41. hat
  42. diamond
  43. oval
  44. bike
  45. car
  46. star
  47. moon
  48. boz
  49. digger
  50. grandpa
  51. grandma
  52. natalie
  53. button
  54. computer
  55. gorilla
  56. done
  57. monkey
  58. crocodile
  59. butterfly
  60. bird
  61. horse
  62. rooster
  63. sheep
  64. bunny
  65. baby
  66. wagon
  67. tofu
  68. applesauce
  69. one
  70. bubble
  71. truck
  72. stuck
  73. light
  74. peek-a-boo
  75. fish
  76. bowl
  77. book
  78. turtle
  79. bear
  80. shoulder
  81. door
  82. goat
  83. boat
  84. fire truck
  85. airplane
  86. helicopter
  87. bye
  88. bucket
  89. booger
  90. open
  91. hot
  92. watch
  93. sock

There are probably more, but this is what we could remember.  If you count, that’s 93 words that we know of that he speaks.  Sure, they all sound very similar and he doesn’t say them correctly, but they are distinct.  Our big boy is a genius.

Of course he’s also very assertive.  I’ve been taking him to Gymboree the past few days while I’m home, and he likes them boys with curly hair.  He likes them a little too much.  So much in fact that he likes to pull their hair and hit them.  Or maybe he just likes to make them cry.  I don’t know.  But we have to channel him in the right direction.  At this point, he can be a great leader.  Or simply a bully.  The latter we’re trying to avoid.

Picture Time

Caleb with his new toy (our new massage thingy)
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Yvonne multi-tasking.  This is why she doesn’t get enough rest.  She always has to be doing something.
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Caleb eating.  He’s so big.
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Caris sleeping.  She’s so small
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Their feet.
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We got Caris’ first week pictures today.  But their printer was down.  Once we get the CD, we’ll post them up.  That last picture there was done by Kiddie Kandids.

Labor, Postpartum, Caris Coming Home & Caleb’s Favorite Word

I got a voicemail from Emily Lam today calling to congrats and hi.  And she want to know how we’re doing and updates and so forth.  So rather than just simply call her or email her, I’m dedicating this post to her (and to any of you who are interested in reading all the details about our lives). This is a long post for those of you who like to read short stories.  For those of you who like picture books, scroll to the end.

Warning: Graphic pictures abound.  Not of poop, but of birthing babies.  You’ve been warned.

The Labor

Caris’ due date was February 14, so three weeks before that day, we’re still getting things done around the house to prepare for her.  Preparing for Caris’ arrival was a little more daunting of a task, since there’s now a little boy running around the house getting into everything and distracting us at every moment’s chance.  So we were ready to a certain extent.  We have her crib ready, which she’s not even going to use for the first couple of months anyways.  We got her dresser and diaper warmer.  Her clothes are washed and mostly put away.  We even did a private session with the hypnobirthing instructor (more on that later).  Everything is coming along for that February 14 date.

Of course Caris didn’t want to have anything to do with our plan.  On Sunday, January 25 at 8pm, Yvonne started getting contractions.  Very mild, but different than her braxton hicks.  Lower as though Caris was trying to kick her way out.  The contractions were coming every 10-20 minutes at that point and lasting only 20 seconds long.  Yvonne was in denial, and for good reason too.  Caleb has these same type of contractions 4 weeks before he was born, and so she thought it might be the same with Caris.  I, on the other hand, was getting ready, mentally if not physically.

Monday morning rolls around and Yvonne doesn’t feel any contractions throughout the night.  So I’m thinking, “good.”  We should have a few more weeks to get things ready.  And then right after she wakes up, she starts feeling her contractions again picking up right where they left off the night before.  10-20 apart.  20 seconds long.  Nothing to worry about except for me deciding to go to work or not.  I want to stay home just in case since I know Yvonne’s body can get rolling pretty quickly.  She convinces me that it should be okay.  So I head to work.

Yvonne has these contractions throughout the day with the same length and intensity.  Around 4pm, her contractions are getting stronger, longer and closer together.  She calls me to update me.  She tries to tell me to stay at work longer and says she’ll be fine.  But I’m not falling for this again.  Last time she told me that, Caleb popped into my hands when I got home.  I head for home.

I’m almost arriving at home, when I get a phone call from home.  I’m expecting her to tell me that her contractions are strong and she can’t handle it and has to go to the hospital.  But no.  Here’s the funny part.  She calls me to tell me she’s on her way to take Caleb to Gymboree.  Here’s a woman who’s in active labor, or close to it, taking her son to play at Gymboree.  How silly is that?

One thing we had just discussed this past weekend was deciding who’s going to watch over Caleb when Yvonne’s in labor.  And how would that timing work out with Caleb and his sleep/nap schedule.  This boy has had no one but me or Yvonne put him to bed.  And he’s sometimes hard going down as well.  If Yvonne goes into labor in the morning, who watches Caleb?  If it’s in the evening, who puts him to sleep?  Ideally, Caleb would be put to bed by one of us, Yvonne goes into active labor and gives birth to Caris overnight, with enough time for me to go home and greet Caleb good morning.  Well the ideal just did happen.

We had Denise come over to watch him as he slept.  Yvonne’s dad was to come over as well and stay overnight.  We’re so grateful to have people come over on such a short notice.  What a blessing.

So the labor progresses and we’re putting Caleb to bed.  Caleb wants “Mama” to put him to bed tonight and she does.  I am off finishing up the last touches on things to bring to the hospital, packing up the car, eating and writing blog posts.

Caleb falls asleep, and we’re finally off to the hospital at 8pm.  Labor is progressing quickly, but not as quickly as Caleb.  Yvonne isn’t dying of pain, I’m feeling calm and somewhat ready.  We’ve only been practicing our hypnobirthing for only a week, so that’s kind of a concern.  And with all of the problems that could occur with Yvonne, there were so many things that we couldn’t control.

Here’s a quick list of things off the top of my head that could go wrong:

  • Quick birth which could cause tearing which could lead to
  • Blood loss.  With Yvonne’s low platelet count, we could have a repeat postpartum recovery like after Caleb.  Slow recovery and healing.  3 months of bedrest. On top of the sleep deprivation and postpartum depression.
  • C-section.  Again with Yvonne’s low platelet count, she’s a bad candidate for C-section or any type of surgery for that matter.  A platelet transfusion would be almost guaranteed.

There’s numerous combinations that could have led to the above situations.  We took the hypnobirthing class to help us with a calm, relaxed natural birth.  The priority was to not have Yvonne tear, cause that would help with blood loss and recovery time.  But even with all our efforts and planning, we knew we would never have that ultimate control.  But by His grace, He is faithful and answered our prayers in the abundance.

We got admitted into the Arcadia Methodist around 8:15pm.  (I had much higher hopes in this hospital than our last.  Our treatment and care was piss poor when Caleb was born.  We didn’t notice at the time, but it’s only be God’s grace that Yvonne survived what happen.  And when I say “survive”, I literally mean not dying.  You can ask me or Yvonne for more details later.)

We get set up in our labor and delivery room.  Labor is going well so far.  Contractions are getting stronger and longer.  Transition hits.  She’s fully dilated and effaced.  The water is broken.  2 pushes later, out comes Caris.

We were at the hospital for just about 2 hours before Caris came.  Timing was absolutely perfect.  Transition was relatively short.  Pushing was less than 10 minutes.  Yvonne was absolutely great handling the pain and labor.  She impresses me often, but this one ranks up there.  I know she’ll give me a lot of the credit for it, but she’s the one actually having the baby.  And I knew all along she was going to do great.  And she didn’t disappoint.

God is so good.  I look back at everything and see how He graciously answered our prayers.  Yvonne only had a very slight tear.  Blood loss was good.  Blood pressure remained normal.  Even having Caris born at 37 weeks, where she’s full term, but smaller so she could slide out more easily.  There’s no way we could have planned it this way.  But thank God.

Postpartum

Caris was born Monday, 22:23, January 26, 2009.  She was 5 pounds, 11 ounces and 19 inches long.  When she came out, she didn’t cry at all.  Not one bit.  We were waiting for her to cry, but nothing ever came out. (She has since then found her cry and sounds very similar to Caleb.)  She just laid on mommy’s chest and starting sucking away.

Yvonne is doing great.  The tearing was very slight, but she’s already walking 10 times better than when she had Caleb (maybe not that much.  It’s hard to quantify, but she is walking fine.)  Breastfeeding is going well.  Apparently both our children like their food.  Caris is latching well.  Yvonne’s nipples are still sore from the drinking and sucking, but that’s to be expected.  We need to toughen those babies up.

(Wow!.  I just found maybe 5 grammar errors in the last 2 sentences.  I guess that’s what happens when you’re writing at 1 in the morning.  If you see more, my apologies to you.  Just let me know so I can correct them. I don’t like proof reading.  That’s what you’re for.)

Caris is a hungry-saurus just like Caleb was.  She’s been a great eater.  She latched on well. She’s eating pretty much every 2 hours.  And she’s pooping just about the same amount as well.  I wonder if she can beat Caleb’s average of 12-14 diapers a day the first couple weeks.

Yvonne hasn’t gotten much sleep though.  Even though she hasn’t had to take care of Caleb has much the past 2 days, she’s still feeding Caris.  And Caris doesn’t always sleep in contiguous hours like we want her too.  We’ve forgotten how much better Caleb sleeps now.  Sleep deprivation is going to hits us hard, we expect.

Caleb

We want to make a special point to not forget about Caleb with the new girl around.  We know she’s going to get a lot of attention, especially since she actually needs it since she’s kind of useless now.

Caleb is trying to go about his business with the new baby around.  He tries to “play” with her by poking her hat and saying “eh”.  Or poking at her nose or mouth.  Suffice it to say he isn’t so gentle around her.  His poking can hurt.  He does give her kisses though.

Caleb also likes to copy his sister.  Well at least copy her cries.  She cries, he screams.  She whines, he screams.  Nothing better than a screaming child every time your newborn cries.

Caleb is getting large.  According to our unofficial scale, he’s now 25.5 pounds.  He’s starting to get chunky again.  And not only chunky, but taller as well.  Comparing him to Caris, I can see how much he has grown.  While putting on his diaper today, his butt is so big.  And then putting on Caris’ diaper, she doesn’t even fill up the newborn diaper.

In only 19 months, he’s grown so much.  Yvonne and I are thinking he probably knows about 80 words.  Although out of those 80 words, he probably only makes a dozen distinct sounds.  They all sound similar.  You just have to pick up the context or the little accents to know what he’s talking about.  Next time you see, ask him how old he is.

Caleb ushered in the toddler years a while back with his first temper tantrums.  But his “no” phase didn’t come.  That is until a few weeks ago.  Caleb has found his new favorite word, “nah.”  His natural response is “nah” now even when he actually wants something.  I guess it’s easier to say no now and then change your mind later.  He loves that word so much now, that he even sings using just the word “nah.”  And why does he sing?  Not cause he doesn’t want something, but just because he loves that word.

“Nah!”

The Pictures

Now on to the real reason you came here.  Some pictures.

Yvonne in labor, just before we head to the hospital
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Yvonne arriving at L&D
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Yvonne in active labor/transition.  Notice the smile on her face?  That wasn’t there when Caleb was born.
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Warning:  Birth ahead. Fascinating.  Click to see.
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Caris on mommy’s chest
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Rawr!
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Mommy & Caris
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Daddy & Caris
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Caleb & Caris
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Caris’ first night (of many) with Mommy
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“Doo-doo” & Caris
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Grandpa & Caris
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Blah!
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First car ride
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Caris’ first night at home
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Caris after breast feeding
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Close up!
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La la la
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My eyes!  My eyes!
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“Why does that red light keep flashing at me?”
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So this is how they’re suppose to sleep in the car seat. Caleb never liked it when he was young.  That was his prime time crying spot.
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Here’s Caleb finally enjoying the car seat as intended.
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Caleb & Caris sleeping
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With all the attention always centering around a new baby, Caleb needs some pictures of his own.

After taking pictures of Caris, Caleb wanted some action too
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Trying to live out his normal life at Gymboree
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He likes to hold as much as possible
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But he often takes on too much to handle
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His new toy outside on the street.  The cable box.
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Check out that blueberry.
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And finally, holding grandpa’s hand.
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