back to work

Well I went back to work this week, or merely resurfaced. My research continues to be on hold while I wait for a new MRI machine to be installed. 

Floyd and I have adjusted well I think, mainly because I am so happy with our Nanny! It is Mical Vargas, the famous Bertha Vargas' daughter. FLoyd smiles at her the whole day. She sings to him and hates to leave him at the end of the day. Our family unit could not be happier.

Floyd keeps us all entertained. He has been a little fussy the last couple of nights, keeping mom and dad in the house at night rather than out on the town. Which is okay as we have been busy with Grams and Gramps Leslie last week. We did our best to entertain them, which included tubing and snowmobile-ing. Floyd was of coarse their favorite part of the trip.

He may not have teeth...

But he can eat like a champ. 10.2 lbs!!

Fozzie the Bear Vs. Boob man...

Who is cuter?

Radioactive Baby!

Floyd had his doctors appointment today at primary Children's, but he started the morning with a few tests. The first was a Nuclear medicine scan of his kidneys, so he was a little radioactive this AM. Then he had vesicouerethrogram. Fancy tests which demonstrated a "duplicated collecting system" and Grade IV reflux. -See Below-
Basically think of the kidney as a house, which is set up to be a "duplex" apartment; one house with two separate parts with distinct front doors.  Well Floyd has a similar set up, with a divided kidney and two different drains -collecting systems- and one of them gets a little backed up. So he will have to be on antibiotics to prevent infection, and if the system does not stop refluxing, then he will need surgery. :(

It was a stressful day for all of us. But we are fortunate that we caught it, and if all else fails his right kidney is fine.

Little man in tights

Aunt Nicole Jeffreys got Floyd this sweet Alta onesie, which proclaims "I love big dumps!" The double entendre is perfect for  Floyd. He is also sporting his Union Jack baby legs. To ENGLAND!

Get me through December....

It has been a busy December. Grams and Gramps Z dropped by before Christmas to deliver some gifts. Gramps thinks the boy is pretty "neat." (Classic adjective from my Dad.)

We had our annual Christmas party with the Hot Doctors Club - my preferred name for our group of friends in defiance of the previously used "A" listers - at my house on the 22nd. Erin, Erica, Cristi, Nicole,Heidi, Jen, Darci, and I got together for a minor gift exchange and dinner. Heidi and Roman got engaged as of the 21st. The hand shot above was to document Heidi's poor sad sad manicure but the pick does not do it justice. She had some strange theory about removing nail polish once you have messed up that involved painting the entirety of her fingers - strange.
The girls got to meet Floyd. He hung out for a while before heading to bed.
Erica made tortilla soup.
The next morning I woke up to a cold house. The furnace apparently konked out in the night. It was 60 degrees inside by 7 am. We dressed Floyd in his bear costume and took to calling him "Fozzie the Bear." He was oblivious to the cold. Rob and I mulled around the house in our puffy coats all day. I did get to go out and do some skiing with Erin. We very slowly skated around Mountain dell golf course. I am in bad shape. Rob spent the entire day fighting with the home warranty company and their subcontractor. The fight continued until 6 pm on Christmas Eve.
We moved into Grammy B's house on the 23rd and did not make it back into our house until the afternoon of the 25th.
It was a major downer of a Christmas for Rob and I overall eventhough we were able to spend quality time with the Beyers. Floyd was happy and warm. He is our greatest Christmas present ever any way.
This is his Elvis outfit. Notice the sweet impromtu Elvis pose. The outfit has frogs wearing crowns on it.
We settled on a nanny finally after all the stress. Bertha's daughter Micael is going to be our nanny. Floyd has become a bit of a fuss bucket. He has been holding me prisoner, hence the outfit. It is a good thing he is cute.

Christmas Time

Christmas time means that I am another year older, 32 today. I look at Floyd who is 25 days old and I can't believe who fast life moves. It seems like yesterday I was wearing green velour knickers and singing "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth" in front of blue Christmas trees at Ricks College with the Rainbow Connection.