This is just a little bit about my family. I love to show them off ;)
I have a wonderful husband, Brian...
But he has to be. He wouldn't be able to put up with me if he wasn't. I'm quite a handful.
Here's the lovable, furry Grover P. Cleveland...
He's quite a handful, too. What does the P stand for you ask? Just like Fred G. Sanford, it varies. Sometimes it stands for precious, other times pest. Once, it even stood for philanderer :O
Finally, here's the newest addition, Connor...
In this picture, he's eleven weeks old and weighs about nine pounds. Everyone says he's so small, which he is, but he's a giant compared to what he looked like when he was born...
He was born two and a half months early and weighed two pounds twelve ounces. He spent forty-three days in the NICU. He is smart, loves to be held, and already has a fantastic sense of humor. He is perfect in every way.
The story behind Connor's birth is a long one, which I do intend to tell. My whole pregnancy, I searched for someone who was going through the same thing I was, and I never found anyone. So I'm going to tell it now, because I don't know that many people knew what all went on. But I'll get to that tomorrow, in between diaper changes and making sure Grover isn't tearing apart the bedspread or something.
