
September was a very foggy-morning month, and it was fun to be above it this particular morning.

September was a very foggy-morning month, and it was fun to be above it this particular morning.
Wombles is settling into home life!
I heard Bud in the bathroom (a no-no without parental notification) running water (again...). As I was nursing Wombles, I just called to see what he was doing. "Washing my hands, Mama!" was the reply. I asked him to come out...somehow I had missed his discovery of one of Pixie's blue markers. Once he came out, he looked at me for a moment before wiping his marker-wet hands across his face. Just for fun, I guess!
This is one of the post-op photos of Pixie for her Chicago surgeon. It has been seven months now, and we're looking ahead rather than backwards now. We have an appointment with a new surgeon down at UCLA in January, but are really hoping to come back to Chicago instead.



Westmont College had a Fall Festival mid-November, and Pixie and Bud had their first experience of a bounce house. It was awesome.
With the Thanksgiving break so short, it was nice to be close enough to family to drive. We went to Quincy (J.D.'s first Thanksgiving at home since he was 14) and celebrated with his parents, his sister & her family, grandmother....
The five eldest cousins had a great time playing. The younger two (Wombles and Effers) are about 2 months apart in age, and aren't running around QUITE yet.
We are still settling in. The garage is still full of boxes, although by now most of them are opened, some with contents strewn about. We are looking forward to the break from classes for J.D., for visits to come (We love you Matt and Brandy!!), to celebrating the first coming of Christ. May your December be peaceful and joyous. And thanks for checking in.
J.D. came and helped me get out the door of Cottage Hospital--I had stayed the full two days...mostly to get rested up before heading back into the fray. As it turns out, my Mom pretty much held down the fort for those first few days back. What a blessing! Here, J.D. gets Wombles all buckled up--and the lad seems none to happy about heading out into the wide, wide world.
OK, we're in the Astro, not the Ferrari, in case you were wondering (Santa Barbara truly is a surreal place to call home)
I really don't think Wombles has much to complain about, with this being his drive home.

His middle name is after his Dad, of course...I hope Wombles grows up to be just like him. I have always had intense admiration for J.D., and that has only grown during this pregnancy, for his heroism and sacrifice.
Pixie is a proud--and prime--big sister.
J.D. came back to visit later Monday night, and got some eyeball-to-eyeball time with young Wombles.
Last weekend we took a family trip down to the wharf, where J.D. outfitted the kids and let them fish. Pixie was pretty easily distractable...I know I just posted, but about an hour of false labor tonight (9/8) has me wanting to get caught up with things a little bit. I packed my hospital bag this afternoon, cleaned out and organized the pantry last week, and we--hooray!--have the nursery all set up. The garage is, alas, still full of boxes...
So, we're all pretty disappointed in the luck of the Irish so far this season. Is the only balm that Michigan is having just as hard of a time (and they with higher expectations??) This is apparently the first time in history that both programs have started 0-2 the same year. Good thing we play them next weekend. Someone has to snap this losing streak! It reminds me of my senior year of high school, when our last game was homecoming and we were playing the cross-town rival...who also happened to have no wins on the entire season. Yikes.
We think that Bud is finally "getting it" that a baby brother is on the way. I think it has been the combination of spending time with a baby boy from down the street and seeing the tiny little baby shoes in the nursery closet (these were Bud's, but he was too big at birth to wear them. I'm hoping this one is under, say, the nine-pound mark!!). So what if half the time he says the baby is in his own tummy? He can make it poke out alot like mine.
As I type, we are 14 days out from "the date." We haven't been early yet, but this time I'm kinda hoping...we'll see!