I'm sorry I'm cramming three very fulfilling, hectic, and big months for you into one post, but I wanted to get something on the books.
We had a rough winter. I'm not going to sugar coat it. After some ups and downs, sick weeks and healthy stretches, you got the flu. Both strains of the flu. At the same time. Your doctor couldn't believe what a champ you were considering how much stress that was on your little body. It was hard to witness, as you slept a lot and were just so sad. We saw your temp rise to digits we've never seen before and had to call the children's hospital one night. Thank you for rallying, Davis. It was such a blessing seeing you come back to life and be your jolly self once again.
Since the last time I wrote, our dog and cat ended up at the emergency vet. Bowen broke a toenail, survived, and embarrassingly wore a cone for a week. Tragically, Bronx encountered a car in front of our house, and we had to say goodbye to our feline. I always thought I would be sending my kids off to college and still be shooing Bronx away from me. We never saw eye-to-eye, as I'm sure he viewed me as the person who stole his best friend, but he was always very loving toward Fraser and you. It's weird not having him around, and you'll never really know Bronxie cat.
You started eating real food, which took considerably longer than Fraser to get the hang of...I'll blame all your illnesses. You started scooting and army crawling recently, too. But no teeth yet. Eek. Let's see...what else? You enjoyed a special night of swimming with friends without your sister (who was sick at the time, imagine that). We witnessed your first snow (you loved it), Dad's 35th birthday, snowshoeing in Hood River for my birthday, and your first Valentine's and St. Patrick's holidays. We got outside as much as possible, hit the gym often (despite the hotbed of germs), and watched a lot of hoops. You're riding in a grocery cart like a big boy now and trying to crawl away from your big sister.
Thanks for taking long, hard naps. For waving with your entire arm. For kicking your legs and dancing and wiggling your body when we sing certain songs. For--just like Fraser--loving Itsy, Bitsy Spider. For changing your mood the minute we get out into nature. For being as happy as can be to go to any of the ladies at church or the gym. You are a sweet soul, and I just can't imagine you being anybody but you,.
We love, you, Davis Norman.
Love,
Mom
