Lindsay Sledge

a blog about life with Micah, Denver, Everett, Savannah, and Presley the dog

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11 Month Letter to Everett

Dear Everett,

You are one month away from the big one and I cannot believe it! As we near your birthday, I feel all the emotions. I’m so thankful for each day with you, somewhat relieved that the baby year is coming to a close, and also missing the days when you were so little that you’d fall asleep in the crook of my arm as I walked you around the house.

This month has been a bit rough because everyone has been sick again. You and I both got a particularly mean stomach bug, and Dad stayed home from work to take care of us. I’m so thankful that we’re on the mend now.

On a brighter note, it’s getting warmer outside, and you are loving exploring the outdoors. You especially love our backyard, full of sticks, mud, and toys that you’re enjoying for the first time. It’s so nice to play outside with you, and I am excited for spring and summer which are just around the corner.

You’ve learned some new tricks this month, such as playing peekaboo and neighing like a horse. Additionally, when you hear music, you sit on the ground and rock back and forth with your feet kicking to the beat. It is ridiculously adorable. I love seeing you get excited when you master new skills, and I’m enjoying the intentional interaction.

In anticipation of your first birthday, Dad and I have been making a list of your favorite things. It includes: toilet paper, the dog water bowl, goldfish crackers, refried beans, and the book Goodnight Gorilla. Dad reads the book to you every night before bed, and you laugh hysterically. Your laughter brings our family such joy, and it’s a very peaceful way to end the days.

Your favorite thing is probably bath time, when you splash, drink water, and giggle with Denver. Dad has been decorating you with letters which you don’t seem to mind.

Lastly, you enjoy wrestling! If anyone is laying on the ground, you come over to tackle them. Denver is your favorite to wrestle, but you sure make the effort with Dad and me whenever you see an opportunity.

Happy 11 months my sweet, growing baby boy. I’m excited to celebrate your first year next month!



10 Month Letter to Everett

Dear Everett,

Happy 10 months to my littlest walker! I cannot believe it. A few days ago you started taking steps, and now you are walking halfway across rooms! WHAT IN THE WORLD?!! It’s hilarious, because you are so little and yet so determined. You use anything around you to pull up, and then you take off, typically with a dangerous object in your mouth. I thought this month would be about cruising and learning to steer walkers around corners, which you’ve become quite good at, but you took things a whole step further! Congrats on this walking milestone, Ev. You rock, and your dad and I are so proud of you.

Speaking of your dad, you said “Dad” for the first time this month! He was delighted to hear it, and we’re both hoping you start saying it more consistently soon.

Denver is also pretty excited about your walking. He keeps wanting you to walk towards him, and he cheers you on! Your crawling is especially great now, and the two of you have such fun chasing each other around the house and giggling. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, watching your friendship grow brings me such joy, and I pray that you will continue to become best friends.

I decided at the start of the new year that I wanted to get back into shape, so I signed up for the YMCA. We’ve been going a few times a week, sometimes so that I can run, and other times so that we can all swim together. Since the separation anxiety is still going strong, you do not love playing while I exercise. You do, however, love swimming. You splash and drink water and float calmly, and it’s really a fun way to pass time this winter!

We also finally celebrated your baby dedication at church! You looked so handsome in your yellow shirt and gray jacket, and you were ridiculously calm while up on the stage. When the pastor asked your Dad and me to promise to raise you up as a believer, you shook your head, “No,” and it was hilarious timing. I laughed so hard and was once again reminded how well your middle name suits you.

Everett Isaac, my sweet little boy, Happy 10 months! Your snuggles and laughter and independent personality are a joy, and I delight in being your mom.



9 Month Letter to Everett

Dear Everett,

Happy 9 months Evie Bear! This month was full of adventure and new experiences, and you loved every minute of it.

To begin with, you got your two top teeth! You have been a teething machine, chewing on anything and everything and grossing me out! I wasn’t sure if the teeth would make it, but they did, the second showing up on the last day of the month! I am loving your big, toothy smile!

You are now cruising and using anything in your path as a walker, including your walker, little piano, boxes, rocket, and step stool. Seriously, anything that you can move you will move. It’s pretty impressive to watch. You go where you want, and are quite graceful, moving with purpose. It’s interesting to watch you think through behaviors now, and I love your independence.

Speaking of independence, you play so well on your own at home. You love exploring all of the toys in the playroom, particularly when Denver is sleeping, and you move from one object to the next intentionally. You will happily play on your own for long periods of time, come over for a hug, and then go back to playing. It is astounding to me that you are so content to play on your own.

That being said, you have some serious separation anxiety in public. You want to be held close and especially do not like to be left in the church nursery. You cry when I drop you off, cry when I’m gone, and have a complete meltdown when I pick you up. Once you’re in my arms, though, you snuggle in tightly. I am hoping that you grow out of this faze soon, but I do love knowing that you love me so much.

Aunt Los took a vacation day from work and joined us for a day trip to the Chattanooga Aquarium. You slept the entire way to the aquarium and most of the ride home! I couldn’t believe how well you did in the car, particularly since you rarely nap that well at home. At the aquarium, you enjoyed seeing the big fish, and you especially loved the crocodiles. Since it was a rainy day, we had a picnic in the car before heading home, which was really sweet even if a bit cramped. The trip was a fun break from routine, and an exciting adventure for sure.

Speaking of adventures, your Dad scored tickets to a Titans game, and we all went! It was a blast. You were not so sure about the baby headphones, and you were especially not sure about the loud cheering, but it was a fun first half, and you made the cutest little Titans fan.

At the end of the month, we celebrated your first Christmas! You looked so snuggly in your Christmas pajamas. You were a bit too young to enjoy opening gifts, but we all had a fun day at home as a family. Your first Christmas is the first Christmas we’ve spent at home in a long time, and it was a welcome change.

I love you so much, little Ev! Happy 9 months!



Everett’s Birth Story

I cannot believe that I am writing my second childbirth story so soon after writing my first. Nine months in, nine months out, the story is now complete. As with my first birth story, I’m not leaving out details, so read at your own risk.

This story starts on my six year wedding anniversary, when Micah and I decided not to get each other presents. We went to dinner at Sopapillas (this will be important later), talked about what a disaster year six had been, and decided to have an awesome year seven. One thing led to another, and two weeks later, we found out that we were pregnant! So much for not getting each other a present.

We were shocked!

My second pregnancy was a bit harder than my first, mainly because I spent the days chasing around a toddler. I had more nausea during the first trimester, lots of Braxton Hicks contractions, and a foot injury in the third trimester. Apart from those issues, it was another healthy pregnancy, for which I am grateful.

In case you forgot, Denver was a big baby, 8 lbs 11 oz. He came a week early, sunny side up, and caused third degree tearing. The healing process was a nightmare. With this in mind, my doctor and I were both hopeful that Everett would come early as well, but my doctor started to freak me out around the 34 week mark, worrying about his size. I asked her if there were any indicators that Everett would be big, and she said no. I asked her what she would do to help minimize tearing, and she said nothing. So, I decided to change doctors at 36 weeks. I stayed in the same practice but moved to a doctor who recently had a baby herself, was completely unconcerned with Ev’s size, and encouraged me with steps she could take to help ease the baby out. It was stressful to change doctors at the last minute, and it was worth it.

At the 39 week mark, I was ok with still being pregnant. I was enjoying my last few days alone with Denver and also feeling Everett move around in my belly. At the 40 week mark, I was completely over it. I was up every hour and a half to pee all night. I had serious stomach issues, and they continued until I delivered. One night I was so sick that I thought I was in labor, so my husband and I went to the hospital to get checked out, only to leave an hour later with what I believe was food poisoning. There is a mental element at play in the last month of pregnancy, and you really start to wonder if the baby will ever arrive. There is also the panic of knowing that you are sleep deprived, and this only gets worse in the weeks/months after delivery.

Along with these anxieties, I was finally beginning to panic about Everett’s size, and people kept asking me if I was going to induce. I held firm in my conviction that I would wait on my body and the baby, but it was not easy. At 40 weeks and 4 days, Micah and I decided to go on what we hoped was our last date night before baby. Where did we go? Sopapillas! I felt very calm this evening, ate as much food as I could fit into my belly, and prayed that God would get things moving. My weekly checkup was the following morning, and I knew my doctor would have to start discussing options.

I woke up feeling good, went to the bathroom, and saw blood. I was relieved because it was a sign that I was dilating more. We drove to the doctor, I got checked out, and it turns out I was 4cm dilated and 90% effaced. This was hilarious to me, because I found out that I was in labor with Denver at the doctor’s office, 4cm dilated and 90% effaced! I am clearly not good at recognizing early labor contractions. The doctor monitored my contractions for 20 minutes, and they were still erratic. She asked if I wanted to be admitted, and I said no, that I’d rather go home and wait for things to pick up. She agreed, but she did advise my husband to call out of work. After leaving, we headed to Panera for lunch and then spent the afternoon hanging out as a family of three.

Lunch at Panera

After Denver’s nap, we took a walk, at Micah’s encouragement. I think he was feeling antsy about us needing to head to the hospital, and he hoped the walk would speed things up. I felt great on the walk, with a few contractions here and there. When we got home, we had a snack, and all of a sudden the contractions regulated, coming three minutes apart and lasting for a minute. I didn’t say anything to Micah and went upstairs to watch some shows with Denver. It took about 20 minutes, but it finally registered to me that I was in active labor. I called Micah upstairs, asking him to pack up the car, called my sister, asking her to head straight over, and snuggled up to Denver, enjoying our last few minutes together as an only child. Around 4:00pm, I gave Denver a big hug and kiss and left for the hospital. Thanks again to my sister, Lauren, for taking such good care of Denver while Micah and I focussed on Everett’s arrival.

Walking Ev out

While in the car, I called my doctor to let her know we were on our way, with consistent contractions still three minutes apart. She called ahead to the hospital and asked them to skip triage and admit me straight away. When we got to the hospital, we waited for a bit before getting checked in, and then we waited for a bit before anyone came to check on me. My husband specifically wants me to include that while we waited, he read me hilarious jokes that he found online to pass the time. Thanks, babe, duly noted.

After waiting for a while, Micah went to the nurses’ desk to ask when someone would come check on me since I was in labor. A nurse came back, told me that I shouldn’t have skipped triage, and that they didn’t know what to do with me. I stared at them, thinking how ridiculous this was, and feeling like I’d done something wrong. Because I was panicking a bit, my contractions slowed down when they hooked me up to the monitor. I don’t think they believed that I was in labor. The nurses then checked my progress, and I was at 5cm. At this point, they realized I was in active labor and assigned me a nurse. She was really kind and reassuring, I calmed down, and my contractions picked right back up.

In labor

Micah and I then walked the hallways, watched a Predators game on the television, and chatted. I was surprised at how manageable my contractions were, and I felt confident going into my second delivery. Since we had skipped dinner, Micah started to get hungry. Around 8pm he ordered food from a local restaurant and went to the lobby to pick it up. Of course this is when Everett had a significant heart rate deceleration. My nurse got very serious very fast, asked me to lay on my side, and gave me an oxygen mask. I was so worried about Everett, because I wasn’t sure what was going on. I had a similar experience with Denver, during transition, and I never learned what caused it. Well, once Everett’s heart rate came back, and Micah came back to the room, the nurse asked to check me. Lo and behold, I had progressed rapidly to 8cm! Apparently a heart rate deceleration can be an indicator of progress. I bet that’s what caused it with Denver as well.

Quickly, my contractions strengthened, and I had to concentrate more to get through them. I walked around the room, leaned on the birth ball, and eventually laid on the bed and let them wash over me. It was hard to get into a comfortable position, and I was determined to remain calm. After an hour or so, my doctor came in to chat. She was completely on board with letting me continue naturally, told me I was still at 8cm, and that I had a slight cervical lip on one side. She offered to break my water, but I declined, wanting to keep things as natural as possible.

A few more hours passed, and I started to feel tired. Still steady contractions, yet no further progress. Around 11:30pm, my doctor came back into the room to check on me. She offered again to break my water, saying she thought it would force Everett to drop into position and come on out. I was still reluctant, but the nurse agreed that it was the right decision, so I said ok. Let me tell you, it was super easy. Both times my water has broken, I’ve been surprised by the warmth. What a sweet little home moms’ bodies make for their babies. No wonder Everett didn’t want to come out! My doctor told me she expected things to progress quickly from here, and that she’d wait down the hallway.

Hoping she was right, I got out of bed and started walking around again. I felt more water come out during the next few contractions, but I felt mostly the same. Then, all of a sudden, a contraction hit, and I knew it was go time. My calm, even disposition changed into complete panic mode. Everett dropped into position, and my body was ready to push him out. It is incredible remembering it, because with Denver, I never felt the urge to push. With Everett, I couldn’t have stopped the urge if I tried. My doctor and the nursing team ran into the room, I laid on the bed, and my doctor told me to start pushing. I was yelling because I was in so much pain, and I was scared. Pushing Denver out, I was fearless, yet his exit did so much damage. I didn’t want to relive that experience. It took about 20 minutes, and a lot of concentration, and eventually Everett moved down. When it came time for the final push, at 12:27am, I cried out to God, and Everett’s entire body came out at once. He was 7 lbs 1 oz., 20.5 inches long, a skinny little baby. My doctor immediately laid him on my chest, and I remember thinking that he was the most beautiful baby boy. He was crying, and he was here, and birth is a miracle every single time.

My tiny little Ev

Even though he was little, I tore again, second degree. The doctor sewed me back up, which is such an awful experience, and I shook the entire time. On the bright side, I did not have an episiotomy, and the sewing back together seems to have fixed a lot of the problems that I had post recovery with Denver. In some ways, I think I needed to tear again in order to heal the right way.

There are a few other things I remember during the first hour after birth. The first is that Everett would not stop crying. I felt very panicked, thinking that he would be an even more challenging baby than Denver. I was wrong, though. I think he was so cozy on the inside, that it was an incredible shock for him on the outside, and it took him some time to calm down. The second is that Micah gave me a piece of bread, and my nurse freaked out about it, because apparently I was supposed to wait an hour before eating. I still feel upset about this, because I hadn’t eaten in 12 hours, had just birthed a baby, and was hungry. Since I went natural, I thought this was really silly, and I still do. Finally, I had trouble peeing during that first hour, and the nurse told me she’d have to insert a catheter if I couldn’t. All that work going natural, I was not about to have a catheter inserted, and I eventually did pee. I was disappointed, though, that there were all these rules and regulations being put on me when I was trying to recover.

Anyways, we were eventually given the all clear and moved into our new room for the rest of our stay. Micah and I chose to not allow any visitors, and it was an amazing decision, providing us time alone to love and focus on little Everett. Thanks to some lovely nurses who cared for my sweet boy during the first two nights, I got rest and was in good shape by the time we were released.

Birthing babies is an incredibly powerful gift from God. It is so emotional, so physical, and so worth it. I am continually amazed that such a painful process produces such joy on the other side. I kept repeating to myself throughout the labor that it was productive pain, productive pain indeed.

With love,







8 Month Letter to Everett

Dear Everett,

Hello my happy little 8 month old! This month was full of excitement as we celebrated your first Halloween and Thanksgiving and also your new ability to crawl!

So happy in your hat

Let’s start with the holidays. For Halloween, Denver dressed up as The Man with the Yellow Hat which meant that you dressed up as Curious George! You were so completely adorable, even if you were not super excited about the hat part of the costume. The best part was your banana teether, which I did not plan at all to coordinate with your outfit. I literally gave it to you to chew on as we were walking out the door. So hilarious and perfect!

Curious George

For Thanksgiving, we journeyed to your grandparents house. You were a bit tired because teething has caused some very short naps, but you had fun hanging out with everyone right up until nap time. You were also the cutest little turkey I’ve ever seen. I made you a little hat with your handprints, and you actually wore it!

You look so sleepy.

Dad took off work the entire week of Thanksgiving, which was perfect timing because it’s when you learned to crawl! Den was napping downstairs, and Dad and I were playing with you upstairs. You’d been rocking back and forth on all fours but not committing to forward motion. All of a sudden, you took off with a clever little knee and foot crawl! It was like you’d been waiting until you absolutely knew you could do it, and then you were full steam ahead. You now use one knee and one foot and hobble all around the house. You are ridiculously adorable, and Dad and I are delighted about your new skill!

Perched and ready

Along with your mobility, you are so happy now! The crankiness dissipated the day you became mobile and was replaced with laughter and smiling. What a relief, and what good timing. You have needed this happier disposition to help with the sicknesses you’ve been battling for the better part of the month. Early on you had a virus, and when that started to clear up, you came down with Hand, Foot, and Mouth disease. You have been so sick, with a fever and sores and a cough, but you’re making it through. I am hopeful that you’ll heal up soon.

You are so sick and done with the day.

Along with mobility, you’re making strides in communication. You now say “mama.” At first, I thought you were just babbling, but now I’m convinced that you’re actually saying my name. You consistently say “mama” when I am around and you want to be picked up. So, it might mean “mama come get me,” but I’ll take it! Mama is an excellent first word, little man. You also mimic breathing in and out of your nose and clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. The imitation game is really fun, and everyone, including Denver, enjoys making sounds with you.

Telling me about something.

Speaking of Denver, you two are continuing to grow into best friends. He lays next to you and asks for pictures with “bro.” He showed you how to splash water in the bath tub, and you splash with him and make squealing noises. He holds your hand and asks me to say prayers, and he makes you laugh when we’re in the car and you’re ready to get out of your seat. What a joy it is to watch your friendship get stronger each day.

Best friends

Happy 8 months my sweet baby Everett! You are such a lovely baby, and I’m so thankful that you’re part of our family!



7 Month Letter to Everett

Dear Everett,

Happy seven months, to my sweet little brunette baby! Your hair still sticks straight up on top, and it’s adorable.

So precious

The fussiness continues! This is the third month in a row I’ve written about it. It’s the strangest thing. You are such a sweet, happy, cuddly buddy. You love playing with toys, and you even play independently quite well. When you are happy, you are so very happy. When you are unhappy, though, a switch flips, and you cry and wail until I pick you up. Then, when I pick you up, you try to catapult out of my arms. What in the world?! I thought that once your second tooth came in, the fussiness would abate, but it was replaced with serious separation anxiety. It’s been rough, little dude.

Happy because we’re together!

So rough, in fact, that Dad decided to night wean you all by himself. You were waking up every hour or two all night long, and you kept waking earlier, like 11pm, 10pm, and 9pm. Finally, I hit a bit of a wall, and Dad stayed home from work one morning to let me sleep. Then, he set up the air mattress and told me to sleep upstairs for a few nights. With Dad on duty, you started sleeping much longer stretches. Some nights you’d sleep eleven hours straight. Other nights, you’d cry for up to two hours somewhere in the middle. It took about two-three weeks, but your nights are now consistently 10.5-11 hours, and we are both getting long stretches of sleep again.

Riding on the red rocket

Now for some happier news. You are sturdy when you stand up! You love playing with your activity table and will stand and play well for a few minutes at a time. You are also finally rolling both ways. If given the chance, you will roll across the bedroom floors. It’s fun to watch you with this new freedom.

Standing up!

You also love eating, now, with three meals a day! You eat oatmeal for breakfast, fruit and veggies for dinner, and you can eat 4-5 tbs in 3-5 minutes. It’s impressive. You’ve even expressed an interest in apple splices, but you mostly like to teeth on them and then spit them out.

Chewing on an apple

Chewing on a block

I love you, little Ev, fussiness and all. I love reading with you, snuggling with you, and carrying you all around. Keep growing, little man, and stay sweet forever.

Reading together



P.S. Here is a family picture from church!



6 Month Letter to Everett

Dear Everett,

Happy half-birthday, little buddy! I cannot believe how fast the last six months have flown by. I still vividly remember holding you on my chest moments after you were born. I remember walking around the house and you falling asleep as I carried you in the crook of my arm. It seems like I blinked, and you’re six months old!

Handsome little six month old!

Fall is finally here, and we’ve been taking full advantage of the cooler days. You are big enough for the double stroller now, so we take walks in the afternoons. We also drove to a playground, and you enjoyed your first ride in a swing! You were the tiniest little swinger I’ve ever seen! It was precious, and we’ll get back to the playground soon.

First time in double stroller! You look so tiny.

Trying out the fall decorations.

First time in a swing

Since you enjoy riding in the stroller, I thought you would also enjoy riding in a grocery cart. I was so wrong! You wobble all around and eventually start crying. I took some cute pics while the fun lasted, but you are still in the baby carrier during most of our excursions. I think you need a few more pounds and inches before you fit snuggly in carts.

This casual pose is hilarious.

This was another fussy month, little dude, but the fussing seems to have paid off. You have your first tooth! I wasn’t sure if it would make it this month, but it literally cut through on the last day. You are working hard on your second, and I can’t wait to see your toothy grin.

Playing with your tag blanket, aka teething toy

Recently you started smacking your lips around lunch and dinnertime when the entire family was eating without you. So we stared you on solids, oatmeal and veggies. Things got off to a rough start, but once you discovered squash, you became the happiest little eater.

First time trying oatmeal

Much happier with sweet potatoes

I love you, little Evie. I love watching you each day. I love your smile. I love your contagious smile. I love watching you laugh at your brother, play with new toys, and observe the world around you. Thanks for being such a wonderful addition to our family. You are incredibly loved.

Reading a book

Trying out the piano

Snuggling with Denver

Happy six months!



5 Month Letter to Everett

Dear Everett,

Happy 5 months my little, little! You are cute as ever! If I am being honest, this was a fussy month for you. I think your teeth are getting ready to come in, and you are not happy about it. You put anything you can reach into your mouth, including your feet! Ev, you are one flexible baby.


Teething toy

You want to be held and loved on all day long. Because I am carrying you so much, I’ve been wearing you in the wrap more. You love taking walks around the neighborhood, watching Denver run in the big field, listening to the breeze, and blinking the sun out of your eyes. It is very hot this month, so we’re both covered in sweat by the end of the walks, but it’s good exercise for me and interesting for you.

Walking and sweating

You’ve recently learned how to fall asleep for naps on your own. It wasn’t even a difficult transition. One day you were super squirmy in my arms, so I laid you in your crib, and you fell right asleep! I LOVE that you don’t need to be rocked to sleep anymore, because Denver is now able to participate in the pre nap routine. We all read books together, and it brings a bit of peace to our often chaotic days. Your favorite book is Where’s My Nose. You sit intently looking at the pictures and grabbing the pages. I think we read it 3 times a day right now.

Happy in crib!

Reading with Denver

The biggest news this month is that you’re sitting up on your own, as of 2-3 days before you turned 5 months. You were completely uninterested in sitting up one day, and the next day you could sit up for minutes on end! Way to go little man! This is such a fun new milestone!


Now that you’re sitting up, I was able to compare similar baby pictures of you and Dad. You two really do look alike!

Dad on left, Everett on right

Happy 5 months my sweet boy, Everett. I hope this month will be full of laughs and giggles and maybe even some teeth!



P.S. Here are a few pics of the two of us. Love our snugs, baby boy.


2 Year Letter to Denver

Dear Denver,

Happy Birthday! What an incredible year this has been. The last six months in particular have flown by, thanks in large part to the arrival of Everett. You have grown into an amazing big brother! You give kisses and hugs, like to make Everett laugh, and are quick on your feet when he needs a pacifier, toy, or diaper change. You love to greet Everett when he wakes from naps, enjoy tickling him, and are eager to demonstrate tummy time and rolling. I love watching your relationship grow, and I continue to pray that you’ll be best friends.

Meeting Ev aka “brah” for the first time

Getting to know each other on Easter morning

Close talking with Ev

You are now a talking machine, with hundreds of words in your repertoire. Your language skills started exploding around 20 months, and the sentences started right before your second birthday. You can now count to 20, recite most of the alphabet, sing several songs, and repeat any words that Dad and I ask you to say. My favorite phrases are “whoa, cool,” “tick toes” (for tickle toes), “Jesus Song,” “kiss face,” and “love, too.”

Cheesing it up at Taco Mamacita

You are quite the story teller, sharing about playdates with family and friends, traveling in cars and planes, getting hurt, and crashing on the floor. It’s amazing to see how your mind works, and which events are memorable to you. Your favorite story is the time you hit your head on the fence, which you retell daily.

Enjoying summer

Mixing colors

Reading is one of your favorite activities, and you have many books memorized. Dad and I start the sentences, and you finish them. You also occasionally pick up books to read to your brother and stuffed animals. Your favorite book seems to be Richard Scarry Best World Book Ever because it has trains and planes and automobiles. The Bug Book is a close second. You pretend to hold and eat the bugs!

Reading Richard Scarry

Music is still the key to your heart, and you’ve picked up a penchant for marching. We march to “Mickey Mouse Club March,” “The Ants Go Marching,” and “We Are the Dinosaurs.” We march around the kitchen, to your bedroom for naps, and around the neighborhood for exercise.

We took this during family photos, and you would not sit still!

One of my favorite developments over the last six months is your love for church and the Bible. When I tell you we’re going to church, you get excited and immediately respond with “see friends.” You also love reading the Bible before bed. You have a children’s Old Testament and New Testament, and you insist that we read a story from each every night. Your favorite stories are David and Goliath, which you’ve named “fight,” and Jonah and the fish. I am so thankful that God is writing His name upon your heart, and I pray that your faith will grow as you continue to learn about His word and especially about His son, Jesus.

Reading the Bible to Everett, with paint or chalk or marker on your arm

Still a bit timid around new experiences, Dad and I took you to get your first hair cut. We let Dad get his hair cut first so that you’d be a bit calmer come your turn, but it didn’t matter. You were not having it, and the pictures are hilarious and pitiful.

We traveled to Virginia Beach to introduce Everett to the extended family, and you were a super traveler, great on the airplanes, and flexible throughout the entire trip! While in Virginia Beach, you enjoyed your first trip to the actual beach! You were wary of the waves, but Dad and Pappy managed to get you to swim a bit. You saw dolphins, seagulls, jets, and boats, and enjoyed eating all sorts of delicious snacks. You also experienced your first Shogun experience, on the trip. We told you in advance about the “big fire,” and you were so excited, until you saw the big fire. Then you were so scared! We all got a big of a laugh at your expense, and we’re hoping you warm up to the idea soon (pun intended).

Walking to beach with Dad

Walking on beach with Pappy

Playing on beach with Mama

Dining at Shogun

Speaking of food, you now have official favorites: pizza, sweet tea, and chocolate chips. You really are a terrific eater, enjoying many fruits and veggies, but you could probably eat Jets Pizza every single day. On your actual second birthday, we took you to the Adventure Science Center in the morning, and we picked up pizza for lunch on the way home. Birthdays should be full of favorites after all. We also threw a big party with the extended family the day before your birthday. It was Llama Llama themed. You loved being the center of attention and opening your new presents, including toy trains, a baseball set, and a car!

Pic with Dad and me on your actual birthday

Happy 2nd birthday, Denver Josiah! I hope you know how much you are loved. You are a bright little buddy, and you fill each day with joy.




4 Month Letter to Everett

Dear Everett,

Happy fourth months little man! We recently visited the doctor for your four month checkup, and you are such a skinny mini, in the 50th percentile for height and the 25th percentile for weight. You’ve already doubled your birth weight though, at 14 lbs 4 oz, which means you’re right on track with your growth curve! Also, you’re fantastic about getting checked out by the doctor but so pitiful after vaccines. You cry and scream and refuse to nurse, and it’s pitiful and very dramatic. Good grief! Here’s to hoping six month vaccines are a bit easier. I’ve already asked your dad to take off work to help me.

Giving me the love eye

Now we must discuss your social skills. Ev, you are a flirt! You smile BIG when you see new people, and especially when other people smile at you. During month three, you were a mama’s boy and didn’t really love interacting with other people. Something changed in month four, though, and you couldn’t be happier being passed around and smiled at. Seriously, it warms my heart hearing you coo at people to get their attention, and I love watching you laugh at whoever is holding you. Keep socializing, little buddy, but know that I’ve got an eye on you and your flirting!

It looks like you’re waving

Possibly the reason you are so comfortable around people now is that we took you on your first trip this month! You flew on four planes, from Nashville to Virginia Beach and back. You are a flexible travel companion, and I appreciate it. You met great grandparents, aunts, uncles, great aunts, great uncles, and cousins. You also experienced many firsts: the beach, a fourth of July pool party, and a hibachi dinner! It was so fun watching you take in all of the new experiences, and I have to reiterate how flexible you were the entire time. You are such a go with the flow baby!

First plane ride!

You are very excited about something!

Getting ready for the beach

Getting carried to the beach

At the beach

Relaxing with Great Grandpa

Flirting with Great Grammie

Snugging with Great Aunt Liz, cousin Rachel, and Great Grand Sarah

Laughing with Pappy

The last major change this month is the transition from bassinet to crib. Around the half month mark, right after we returned from Virginia Beach, your nighttime sleep started to derail as you fought the swaddle. So, Dad and I tried to move you to your crib still swaddled, and you wanted no part of it. So, we dropped the swaddle, let you cry it out, and you adjusted so easily to your crib at night! The crying was minimal, by the way, and I was shocked by the ease. I cannot say the same for naps. You went from taking 40 plus minute naps to 20 minute naps, and it took a full two weeks to adjust. We even skipped church to power through nap training with two parents at home since I was so stressed about it! You did adjust, though, and you seem much happier in your crib. You move a lot at night, occasionally wake up and talk yourself back to sleep, but you’re only waking once or twice to nurse, and you’re sleeping much longer in the mornings, which I love (6:40 as opposed to 5:20).

Blurry pic, but you’re peacefully sleeping in your crib

This is when you were having nap troubles. I gave in and let you nap on me.

Everett, you are so incredibly loved. I can’t wait to see what the next month brings. You’re close to rolling from back to belly, and I’m watching carefully for the day you figure it out! Thanks for being such a sweet, social, snuggle bug.




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