Who's got the button?

So, your belly button fell off today. Grandma Terry was changing you and said, "Oh her navel is gone. When did it fall off?"

I said, "what do you mean?". I was panicked because Iwanted to keep it. I know it's gross but whatever. You were wearing one of those sweetpea gowns that your dad insisted on you wearing until you are 5 years old and the dried up stinky disgusting navel was rolling around in it and there was dried up blood on you. Delicious.

The good thing about it was now that has fallen off i get to have baths with you and I have been so looking forward to doing that.

So, Wolverine, your mama has decided to chronicle your first vicious killing year on this earth. It's gonna rock.





You were born at 8:11 in the evening of August 20th (13 days late) after about 25 or 26 hours of labor. I didn't want to take any drugs (yes I am crazy). At one point I had what your Aunt Steph calls the "Why are there so many people?!!!" moment where I was in so much pain that I looked around and couldn't believe how many people were on the earth cause their moms had to do this for them to be here.





You had more hair than your dad and your body was covered in black fuzz. Even the back of your ears looked like your grandpa's, with earbrows, as i call them. Everyone was so excited to meet you.



Your Aunt Angel and Uncle Trey and your cousins Asia, Reese and Bailey were her visiting and Angel was on baby watch. she was so afraid she was gonna miss something she called me all the time. One of the days they went out as a family she came home and saw me and your dad outside with some friends and neighbors and she literally jumped out of the car while it was still moving and said, "What's going on?!! Are you going to the hospital?!!" We all laughed at her.



Grandma Dava and Aunt Steph flew out here to California to help me rest and learn how to take care of you. I was so happy to have the help because I was so exhausted and wrecked. You slept well and ate well except for after the "evil pacifier". It smelled like tic tacs (vanilla) and after sucking on it for a day you didn't want to nurse. I thought I was gonna have to put vanilla on my boobs to get you to eat.


Everyone loved you right away. You were so snuggly and had the cutest chubby cheeks. Grandma called you her little eskimo and Aunt Steph dubbed you PABFHA (perfect angel baby from heaven above). I wanted to eat your face and papa had to remind me constantly that I shouldn't make out with you.