Wesley day 9 Wednesday 6/30

According to my notes about this day, his collapsed lung was still looking worse and one way they were trying to help it was with "percussion therapy" which meant a respiratory therapist would come by several times a day and take a tiny foamy little hammer like device to tap his side, back and chest in hopes of loosening up whatever was clogging up his lungs. It was very interesting to watch, but they were gentle enough that it didnt seem too rough.
One of the hardest and scariest things was that there was a "code" on our hall meaning a baby was in serious trouble and they were preparing to do emergency surgery in the baby's room. Therefore they had to rush all non-medical personnel (ie parents and visitors) out of the hall. While I was of course comforted that it wasnt my kid, it scared me to think that it COULD be my kid.
While we were waiting for the hall to open back up we had another of our friends visit. It meant so much that Heather took time away from caring for her brother who was across campus at Vandy, to come and visit with us. We ended up having to leave, but Daddy came back later in the evening. I only ended up having about 30 minutes with Wesley, but it was a wonderful 30 minutes since he was finally awake enough to start opening his eyes. What a victory!!

Fun with Jack 6/30

Jack has had a hard time with Mommie and Daddy being away for so many hours at the hospital with Wesley. His first week being passed around to the grandparents and loved ones went pretty well, but the 2nd week he started acting out a bit, so Daddy and I had to work hard to "divide and conquer between our 2 boys. While Daddy was at the hospital, Jack and Mommie took a trip to the library. We got a ride with Uncle Daniel, ate a yummy picnic lunch and checked out some books on Granny Ruthie's card. He really hoped to play with a Thomas Train set like he has seen at our library in Cookeville...but he was also happy to play with a doll house set (no pics of that, sorry) and a toddler computer. It was very fun to have some time with Jack.

Wesley day 8 Tuesday 6/29

According to my notes, this was the beginning of Wesley's favorite dance "One step forward, two steps back"....while we were excited to see some progress, such as several ivs coming out like his umbilical line and the iv in his hand, and apparently from the pictures I was able to start giving him tube feedings of milk, things with his lungs were looking worse since his lungs were slightly collapsing. It was so hard to hear the news about his lungs, because so much was going so well, I was ready to keep getting good news after so many days of bad news, and whenever there was even the hint of bad news, I felt like I was on a roller coaster...fearing a downward spiral back to where we started. Thankfully at this point, once they had figured out what was going on with him, there was a game plan for just about everything his little body surprised us with....it just also meant we were that much further away from taking our baby home.

Wesley day 7 monday 6/28

I believe this is the day that he was finally starting to wake up. When he first arrived at the Vandy NICU his nurse requested that he be completely knocked out (medically induced coma basically) so that he would stop fighting against all they were doing to him. While most of the time the bigger a preemie the better, in his case, he was actually big and strong enough to get mad and fight against all they were doing, so it wasnt so good. They also wanted to take all the pressure off his little body to just get better, so being paralyzed was best for him, although it was so awful to see him so knocked out. I cant tell you how excited we were for him to start coming out of the anesthesia. Every little wiggle and every little tremble were victories for us! He went through a fair amount of withdrawal from the anesthesia and pain meds and it was really sad to watch him jump and startle at the smallest noises, and even to get upset but not be able to cry because of the vent. Sometimes it seemed like with all the baby steps he was making that we werent making any progress at all, and sometimes it felt like we were going to be there forever! It was really exciting to see little improvements!

Fun with Jack 6/28

Just some random pictures of Jack's visit to hang out with Mommie and Daddy at the hospital. He is still not allowed to see Wesley (siblings under the age of 4 are not allowed to visit) but we were able to have Jack see the koi fish pond and feed the fish, and see the cool train set and the VCH catfish. Sorry if there are several pictures of the same thing here....I'll go through and edit and add captions if I have a chance.

Wesley, day 6 sunday 6/27

This is Jack's Big Brother Shirt. I made Wesley an (almost) matching "Baby Brother" shirt.

You can see Wesley wearing one of the hats I made him! He finally got the IVs in his scalp removed so we could put him in a hat. It looks like it barely fits him because he is so swollen from all the fluids they are pushing into his little body.

Wesley, Day 5 Saturday 6/26

Saturday-
I dont remember a lot about this day other than the notes that I made for myself. It meant so much to me that my friend Sharon came to visit us....not a whole lot of friends visited us in the NICU, and while I really could have used the support and companionship, I can't completely blame them...it was a hard thing to witness...and a lot of my friends are stay at home moms who wouldnt have a place for their kids to be during the mom's visit....kids arent allowed in the nicu. The few visits that we did get really REALLY meant a lot to us, and we definitely appreciated the distraction and the companionship and the prayers.
I also remember that Josh's boss (and our family dr), Dr. Colburn and his wife and a few coworkers came to visit. They happened to be there at the same time as Pops and Bertie were dropping off Jack. It was really neat for them to meet Josh's coworkers and it was really touching for us to hear Mrs. Colburn comment to Pops "Oh, what a blessing to finally meet you after praying so hard for so long for you!"
Sorry, I dont remember much about Wesley's condition this day.

Fun with Jack 6/25

As you read in one the the first posts about Wesley's impending arrival, we were planning and really hoping to see Toy Story 3.....and....well....Wesley had other plans for our day....thankfully we hadnt breathed a word of our plans to Jack, so he didnt mind that we didnt see the movie that day. Auntie Raychie and Uncle Jeff decided to treat Jack to see "Buzz and Woody Movie" today. Granny Ruthie had gotten him a special Toy Story t-shirt in honor of Jack's first trip to the movie theater. Uncle Daniel also generously let Jack play with his Buzz Lightyear toys (from years ago when the movies FIRST came out....I dont have the heart to break it to Jack that the toys ARENT his...even though he calls them "MY Buzz Lightyear toy)

They told me that he had lots of fun and behaved well...I'm still hoping that I get a chance to see the movie sometime soon too. :)

Wesley, Day 4-Friday 6/25

(I am updating some of these nicu posts over a year after the fact and I'll be honest, some of the specific details are fuzzy...which in some ways is a blessing. I still want to document what was going on, if only in pictures)

Wesley day 3 Thursday, 6/24

Around 6 am my ob woke me up. She was at the hospital early because of an early delivery. She had been told of our situation. I was prepared to beg her to discharge me, but before I could even bring it up she let me know she was releasing me. Turns out she had gotten the discharge paperwork moving before she had even come in to see me. I KNEW she was an excellent doctor! :) She got me an abdominal binder to help with my discomfort and a prescription for some pain meds and sent me on my way.


Rachel helped me to get ready and then we headed out of Baptist to Vandy. Before I left my nurse gave me my pain meds. I was given the option of taking 1 or 2 every 6 hours. I almost always chose to take 1 at a time except for at night. My mind was all over the place and I didnt notice that she gave me my preferred nighttime dose just before we left....so I was feeling no pain....or making any sense whatsoever. I guess it helped me stay a little calm, especially when Josh called me freaking about about the latest news of Wesley.


A chest x-ray discovered a pneumothorax (which is a collection of air outside the lungs in the chest cavity) and also some air in his abdomen that they feared may have been a hole in his stomach or intestines. The pneumothorax had them very worried because air in his chest cavity could put unneeded pressure on his heart and other vital organs. They were putting in a chest tube and an abdominal tube to drain the 2 places and surgeons were talking to Josh about taking Wesley down for exploratory surgery. They chose not to do the surgery based on how some xrays were looking...they felt the air in his abdomen was leaking from his chest cavity.


Around this time I arrived at the hospital. Josh was looking next to dead and I begged the people in charge for a "sleep room" for him. A sleep room is basically a large closet/dorm room with a small bathroom, bed, tv, chair and small refrigerator for nicu parents who have no place to stay. Normally they do not assign sleep rooms that early in the day, but I guess they could tell that Josh was so out of it and got him a room! He spent the night at the hospital that night (I thought about trying to sleep there...but 2 days after my c-section, that bed was NOT comfortable!
The staff was trying to acclimate me to the rules and procedures of the unit....they had some forms for us to fill out etc....but my brain was NOT all there (I'll blame most of that on the pain meds....)

I found it interesting that Wesley's nurse was so attentive to him that day, and I later learned that usually the ratio is 2 or 3 patients per nurse, but he had 1:1....his nurse Sarah told me that Wesley was a pretty sick little boy and that he pretty much "kicked her butt" that day. He was on 3 anitibiotics, 1 antiviral, 2 blood pressure meds, 2 sedatives and a paralytic, ventilator, nitric, plus iv fluids. He had ivs all over him, even several in his head and a few lines in his feet too, a catheter and an art line too! It was really REALLY hard to leave and hard to see him, basically in a coma.

His night nurse was the same one who had him the night before, which I am sure made Daddy feel SO much better. After all this time I realized and I hope that he will have a special bond with his daddy....at this point in a newborns life there is a LOT of bonding and care and attention that comes from Mommie, but with our situation, Daddy was the one doing more of the care (at least between the 2 of us)

Wesley Day 2-Wednesday 6/23

I called down to the nicu to check on him at 6am and he had a good night, by 9 when we got to see him they had had to put him on the ventilator. It was very upsetting to us and it really made us realize just how quickly things can change with a sick baby. He was put on a treatment called nitric oxide which helps with pulmonary hypertension, which is a condition related to his immature lungs. Thsi is a picture we took of him when he was intubated.They claimed that he was breathing better on his tummy. All I remember was that he was very agitated and since he was one of the biggest babies in the nicu, he kept coming off the bed....they just arent made for such big babies. The told us that while being big would be an advantage to him at some point, in the nicu it wasnt all that great. Itty Bitty Preemies are too weak to fight against anything they do to them down there, but our big guy was big enough and strong enough to get mad and fight what they were doing, so they had to keep him pretty sedated. We were told that poor Wesley has several factors against his lung development including being a male and being causasian and being premature. We've since heard this referred to as "Little White Boy Syndrome" They informed us though that his condition was not unusual and it really didnt surprise them, that if a little boy is born at 35.5 weeks, this often happens...that its the 36 weekers who have no troubles at all (aka JACK) who are the surprising ones! They kept reassuring me that although he was a very sick little boy, there was no reason at all to think that he wouldnt be able to get better and bounce back from this. I planned to hold them to that!
Jack came to hang out with us a little while that day, we decided not to take him to the nicu (he would have been allowed...) because we didnt want him to see Wesley with all the tubes. He and Daddy went down to the cafeteria to eat and they wandered around. Every baby they came upon Jack would ask if it was "Baby Wessy?" It really broke my heart to keep telling him no.
Another thing that was hard to deal with was the fact that our room was directly across from the nursery, so not only was it loud at all hours with people peeping in at all the sweet babies, but it seemed to rub it in even more that MY baby wasnt in there at all. Later in the day one of our nurses pulled me aside and asked me if it bothered us to be so close to the nursery with our baby in NICU, which I thought was so sweet to consider. I honestly told her yes and she started making arrangements to move us.

Granny Ruthie came to pick up Jack and before they left I was able to take her back to see Wesley. He seemed pretty stable.After Jack left with her Josh went down to see him and it was very upsetting, Wesley was easily agitated at that point and just touching him would set off alarms etc.
That night when pops and bertie came by to visit we let them go down to the nicu to see Wesley. Around that time (7 or 8) Wesley basically crashed and they started making arrangements to transport him to Vandy. The NICU dr admitted to us that it might have been an overreaction to transport him, but Vandy was the only place to do ecmo on babies and she didnt want to wait until he was in true 100% crisis to transport him.Josh came back upstairs to get me, and we got to touch him, cry over him, pray for him, have some of our questions answered, and watch him get prepped and taken away to vandy. I begged and begged to be able to hold him once they had him completely sedated, but because of his delicate lines and the ventilator, they wouldnt let me. I did kiss him all over, from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet...and in my head I just DARED them to stop me! That was without a doubt one of the hardest nights of my life! While I was preparing to see him carted off to Vanderbilt I was stroking his face and wondering if he was about to be taken from me before I ever got to know him and I heard the Lord tell me "Don't worry, you WILL get to take him home, you will just need to trust ME in the meantime and buckle in for a wild ride"
When we came out of the nicu it was close to midnight and pops and bertie were still there in addition to Rachel. Josh made preparations to go to vandy with Jack and Rachel stayed with me....she was completely awesome! The nurse offered me as many meds as I needed to rest..which I thought was very considerate of her, but I just took what had already been preseribed for me and zonked out! Josh drove to Vandy and had a terrifying night of getting acclimated to a new place and hearing all sorts of scary things. At one point they were prepping Wesley for Ecmo, but then miraculously a test came back indicating he didnt need it, so they tabled the idea for the moment. He ended up sleeping in a recliner in a "quiet room" near the nicu. got no sleep whatsoever.

Fun with Jack 6/23

Jack came to visit us at Baptist today. I wasnt able to get up and about with him as much as I would have liked. This would have been a great time for the 2 brothers to meet each other, since siblings were allowed to go into the Baptist NICU, but we werent comfortable with Jack's first memory of his baby brother being Wesley with a ventilator tube and not being able to interact with each other at all. Jack DID have fun wandering around the hospital with Daddy, learning the name of the birds on the roof (Pigeons) and every 2 year olds favorite part of the hospital room.....the telephone AND the adjustable hospital bed. SOMEHOW we were able to keep him from bending me in half. According to Daddy Jack also had a big time flirting with the ladies down in the hospital cafeteria. He even informed Daddy once he got down from the table "Be right back, Daddy" and wanted to go wandering off...who knows where?? Thank goodness Daddy knew better than that.

Wesley Day 1-Tuesday 6/22

Usually Josh's day off in on Thursdays, but because of a coworkers vacation, he had Tuesday off instead. We had made plans to run errands and take Jack to see TOY STORY 3! I was SUPER excited to see it! My contractions were getting a wee bit stronger and more consistent, so Josh talked me into driving into Nashville. I was totally prepared for the staff in the ob triage to roll their eyes at me and send me packing...in which case I made Josh promise to take us to see the movie in Nashville! :)
Have I mentioned about what stinky timing all of this was? Granny Ruthie had agreed to be our primary childcare during the time of Wesleys birth, but this particular week was very VERY busy for her...Mzee and Uncle Daniel were out of town on a mission trip AND Granny Franny was staying with Granny Ruthie AND there were MAJOR renovations happening to the house from their flood damage and other projects that needed to be done. I hope she doesnt mind my saying that her house was literally turned upside down....only one working bathroom for a while, all the bedrooms were shifted around...I really cant describe the disarray. ALSO, as I mentioned earlier, one of Daddy's coworkers was on a vacation and he had informed me that the last week of June I was NOT allowed to go into labor....well...so much for that idea!
Anyway, back to the drive in to Nashville....while we were driving in my contractions got much MUCH stronger and very consistently 5 minutes apart. I think Josh drove a little faster each time I signaled him that I was having another one. We dropped Jack off and Granny Ruthie's house and zoomed to the hospital. It was the first person at the ob triage who was the ONLY person who ticked me off so far during this whole episode...but maybe she was just that way from dealing with too many hormonal pregnant women who were (or were NOT) in labor. They got me prepped and checked out and declared "you are having a baby today!" Woohoo!!!
They couldnt give me any pain meds until just before the time for my C-Section, so things got a little uncomfortable...I didnt feel like I was dying, but I was VERY uncomfortable. It was nice that Rachel came by and got to come back to where they were keeping me to help pass the time. They got me prepped and wheeled back to the OR and all doped up with the pain meds and they warned me that because he was a little early he would probably need to go to the "transitional nursery" to check him out. I honestly wasnt worried AT ALL! I mean, Jack was born 4 1/2 weeks early but he was a great size and he did beautifully from birth. I was more worried about how Jack would do being away from us for several days than I ever worried about Wesley being born 4 1/2 weeks early.
I remember a lot more about the actual C-Section this time than last time, I was much more awake and I can remember hearing Wesley's first cries, they sounded more like coughs than cries. They brought him to see me and then whisked him away to the transitional nursery.

This picture is of him in the transitional nursery...I think....he was under an oxygen box of some sort...we referred to it as his Buzz Lightyear Helmet.

While I was in the recovery room being tortured by those nurses the NICU doctor came to talk to me. She informed me that he was having trouble breathing and that she needed to admit him to the NICU....worst case scenario he would be there 2 weeks to let his lungs mature, most likely a few days. I was NOT excited about his news AT ALL, but I clung to her "couple of days scenario and tried really hard not to freak out.
After they discharged me from recovery they made a detour by way of the nicu nursery so I could see him and then whisked me up to my room. It was a bummer to not have him in our room at all, but we took the opportunity to "get some rest" (haha) and looked forward to seeing him in the morning.
I got to go down to see him again that night and not much had changed, if I remember correctly.

Fun with Jack 6/22

fun in the waiting room with grandparents and jeff and rachel. eventually daddy made it out there with news and a few pictures. i also heard stories about jacck making friends with a little girl who had a video game and about hom showing bertie how to work the vending machines.

Is he coming yet?

Sunday evening I noticed that what I thought were probably Braxton Hicks Contractions were getting a bit stronger and more consistent. I timed them and they ranged from 5 minutes to 15 minutes apart. We decided that I would go with Josh to his office on Monday morning and get hooked up to the fetal monitor and find out 1)if these really are braxton hicks or real contractions or just a big boy stretching himself out. Josh lets me take it easy that night...
Monday morning we prepared to go to Josh's office. I was pleased that at this point he FINALLY decided to pack his bags...mine had been packed for weeks now! They hooked me up to the machine and and discovered that I was having very mild contractions.His Boss's advice was to wait and see, but in his opinion a trip to Nashville wouldnt be needed. So I went home and relaxed...spent the whole day off my feet and started to feel better. Jack was SOOOO good at Daddy's office. He sat and read books and watched a dvd and hardly made a peep. I was so proud of him. I think he could tell something was up because as we were preparing to leave to go to Daddys office, Jack saw me pick up a bag and head towards the door and he anxiously asked "Jack go with you mommie?" like he was afraid we would leave him at home!

To blog or not to blog....

Those of you who know us know of the drama going on with our family right now and with Baby Wesley....I debated for a while about how much I wanted to blog about it....did I really want to blog about this mess and cement these memories in my brain, in cyberspace and in his baby memory book...I definitely wanted to be in denial that this is happening...and in some ways I still think I am in denial about some of it...but God and I have been doing a lot of talking the past 10 days of Wesley's life. At some point it dawned on me (with the Lord's help I'm sure) that not only will I WANT to remember all of this, but that we could use it as a chance to encourage others, share with others the wonderful amazing things that the Lord is doing in our lives through this crisis, and even better, share with Jack and Wesley about what a miracle our family is witnessing throughout all of this....so here I am, attempting to recall and blog about the past 10 days, while it is still semi-fresh in my mind. I would have started sooner, but our internet access has been spotty, and honestly, there are some days where I am so emotionally/physically/mentally drained, the last think I want to do is sit down and go over it all over again....but it is my goal to give an account of what has been going on with us in the 2 weeks since I have last updated. I wont necessarily tell you to ENJOY reading this...but be sure to praise Jesus for the amazing things He is causing to happen in our family.

rain, rain, go away..

just now it started storming very VERY loudly....how nice of it to wait until the very moment I put Jack down for his nap....thankfully storms have never really bothered him AT ALL..but...just as I closed his door, one of those window rattling booms of thunder clapped right over our house...I peeked back in his door, almost expecting him to be sitting upright, eyes as big as saucers (I mean the DOG sure was FREAKING OUT!!!)....but he just looked at me from his bed and said calmly "Mommie, it's raining" and laid back down without another word. What a great, laid back kid!!! It IS possible that God will bless us with 2 laid back children, right? I just need to ignore all the predictions of "you'll never get 2 kids who are that well-behaved..." right?

he thinks he is big stuff....

We ended up in Nashville on my 31st birthday because of a Dr. visit, and it was wonderful! We got to see Granny Ruthie's side of the family for lunch and Bertie's side of the family for dinner. It was such an exciting day that SOMEONE didnt think he needed to take a nap...at all.... (even though the rest of us REALLY wanted a nap!!)....but eventually he started getting droopy and silly at dinner and as soon as he lay his head down on Bertie's shoulder, he had to give it up. There are somedays that he may think he is too big for a nap....but as you can see...this 2 1/2 year old still needs a few ZZZZZZs

makin' a break for it!

Look at what SOMEONE learned how to do at Pops and Bertie's house last week....yep....he climbed the whole retaining wall and was playing with some rocks at the top...in someone else's yard....and while I think it is cool to see him grow, stretch his muscles, get new physical skills and such....oh my nerves.....he did this 3 or 4 times and got really REALLY fast!

showing off....

I'm REALLY not sure why blogger isnt letting me turn this picture upright....but just tilt your head....or your monitor, whichever is easier...and see that Daddy is teaching Jack some of the cheerleading moves he learned in college!

don't be fooled....

It may LOOK like just a cool new laundry hamper for Jack's room....

but no....

to a little boy with a goofy streak in him.....

it is much, MUCH more....

I love the whole "Mommie, close the door, Jack no get rained on!" (he also used to call it a "hat")

One day last week I all of a sudden found his new hamper in the hallway, wriggling around....this was totally his idea, not sure where he got it from, but it sure is fun!

We DID have to lay a few ground rules about ONLY playing with the hamper if there are NO dirty clothes in it ( don't want dirty clothes taken out of the hamper and strewn around the room)...but then that makes him excited to help me with his laundry, because he knows that soon he can play with his hamper!

can you tell I am enjoying this?

This kid makes me laugh! I am enjoying hearing his thoughts and ideas and all the funny random things that fly into his head:
*As we were preparing for company, I needed to unload the dishwasher. Given how pregnant and uncomfortable I am, it would be nice not to have to bend down over and over and over. It's just about gotten to the point where I dont just let Jack "help," I NEED his help. Well, he had been helping a lot that morning and he was taking a break in his room, playing with his toys. I asked him "Jack, can you come help me with the dishes?" and his reply was "No Mommie, Jack too busy." Well, excuuuuuse me! ;)
*Right now Jack's moral compass is pretty much based on whether what is going on makes people "happy or sad" ...I think it may have started when I would discourage him from doing something harmful because "You might get hurt, and that would make mommie sad." Well, lately he has taken it to a whole new level....in the car we were singing along with a song and he told me "No sing song mommie, make daddy very VERY sad!"...and he hasnt just done this to me, but to Josh, and my mom....and its not just about singing songs, but about anything that may pop into his head that he wants us to stop....is this the beginning of guilt trips?
*A few weeks ago he got a hangnail. All he could tell me that his finger hurt, and when I informed him that it was a hangnail and we fixed it with a set of fingernail clippers, suddenly he got very concerned with hangnails. This morning while he was playing in the bathtub he saw me trimming my toenails.  He then asked me "Mommie have a hang-toe?"
*The other day we had some trouble with getting Jack down for a nap, and Josh laid down with him for a minute. Jack was very concerned with Daddy's "prickles" on his face. He asked Daddy to "Take beard off face." Today he was asking me to draw pictures of people, and when it came time to draw Daddy, I was really confused when he told me "Draw pickles on daddy" until he explained "Draw PRICKLES on Daddys face!"
*My current FAVORITE random conversation with Jack: One morning we were sitting at the table having breakfast and I had a glass of milk with my oatmeal. Randomly he asked "Jack put finger in Mommie's milk?"  and his little finger was poised and ready for me to say yea or nay and a mischievous smile on his face. Of course I told him NO and asked him "Why do you want to to put your finger in my milk?" Before he could answer my question, Daddy piped up "That's nothing, listen to what he asked me a few minutes ago..." Jack and Daddy were playing in the floor and Daddy had a cup of coffee he was sipping on. All of a sudden Jack looked at the cup of coffe and asked "Jack put toes in coffee?" After practically snorting coffee out of his nose, Daddy said "No, why do you want to put your TOES in my coffee?" to which Jack replied "Make coffee yucky, make Daddy very, VERY sad" and that was the end of that....until this morning at table he started talking about it again....my guess is to get another hysterical laughing fit out of mommie....

I shot a turkey!

in my neighbor's yard....

with my camera phone!

What did you think I meant? ;)

As we were driving home from Walmart today, this is what we saw in our neighborhood. Jack and I thought it was pretty cool!

lightning bugs...

or are they fireflies?

The past several nights we have gotten quite a light show in our back yard. The first night Jack they were flying very high, so he didnt have much of a chance to catch any (I figured, lucky fireflies!) but at one point he came running up to Josh saying "I got one!" We said "thats good honey" in a yeah-right-sure-you-did kind of way, but then we realized his fingers were glowing...he really HAD caught one! I was pretty impressed.

The next night they were flying really REALLY low, and he totally blew me away with how many he caught (and amazingly, none seemed maimed for life!) He seriously caught at least 7 or 8...which I think it pretty impressive for a 2 year old! Good Hand-Eye Coordination!! :) I tried really hard to catch a picture where you can actually SEE him holding a lightning bug, but he wasnt really interested in standing still that long. Suffice it to say, just keep in mind that there is really no reason for him to have posed like this for a picture if there WASNT a bug in his hand!

He had the BEST time running around the yard! It was so SO fun to watch!