Video: Carolyn's class sings Christmas songs

Merry Christmas!

Video: William at four months

Big sister holds little brother, Daddy holds them both

Bear suit comparison

William - 4 months old
Carolyn - 7 months old
In case I hadn't already made this clear, William is big. In the pictures above, William and Carolyn are wearing the same bear suit. Only difference is that William is 4 months old in the picture and Carolyn is 7 months old, and the fit is just about the same.

The growing boy

William went to the doctor this past Monday for his four-month checkup. He's apparently still a pretty big baby: 16 lbs 9 oz (75th percentile) and 27 3/4 inches tall (off the chart). At the same age, Carolyn was 13 lbs 1 oz and 24 inches tall.

One area where Carolyn did have William beat: head circumference. She was in the 80th percentile at 16 3/4 inches, while he is in the 50th percentile at 16 1/2 inches.

Also, as you can see in the picture above, we've started letting him play around in the jumper as well as the exersaucer, and we've started to feed him rice cereal. More photos and videos coming soon.

A visual comparison

Clockwise from the top left: William, Chris, Carolyn, Kristen

Looking at the pictures above, you're probably not going to confuse Mom and Dad's baby pictures for one another, but clearly the other two are our babies.

The funny things Carolyn says

Almost daily, Carolyn says something unexpected and completely off-the-wall hilarious. Just a few of my favorites...

While setting up a game of Go Fish:
I'm not gonna put the jokers in, 'cause they will joke all the cards.

The first thing she said to me one morning after an obviously tense dream:
Daddy, what if somebody tried to take off part of your foot?

Carolyn has been sucking on her bottom lip, which has caused it to be a bit chapped. I warned her that when I was a kid, I got severely chapped lips that cracked open and really hurt. Her question to me:
Daddy, when your chin was open, did the rest of you fall apart?

This one comes from school, where they asked each kid how they cook a turkey and recorded the responses word for word:
I don't know about a turkey, but my mom bakes chickens in the oven. She cooks them for 8, 5, or 11 minutes. Then she unfries it when it has cooled off and then it is spicy.

And finally, some misunderstood lyrics from the song "MoneyGrabber" by Fitz and the Tantrums:
Pull back, penny pink
What I really want some more
This is your baby
Money grab on

The actual lyrics:
Don't come back any time
I've already had your kind
This is your payback
Money grabber

Did you see that?!

Carolyn's school picture

She's just too adorable for words.

Video: Carolyn plays in a giant leaf pile

Video: William laughs

Sitting on Santa's lap

Today we went to the mall to let the kids sit on Santa's lap. Carolyn had opted out the past two years, but was pretty excited this time around. William was perfectly calm, and only tried to eat Santa's coat once or twice. Carolyn asked for "the game and the big rectangle thing from the back of the catalog."

Our little bear

I'm actually kinda jealous of how comfortable this looks.

"Daddy, I can hold him up!"

William and Grandma Hyland

Raking leaves with Carolyn

Carolyn was extremely excited to help me rake leaves last weekend. I should have known that her only motive for this was to jump into the leaf piles. And we made some gigantic leaf piles. As it turns out, the weather was unseasonably warm, so I was out there in short sleeves in late November.

At any rate, she actually was more helpful than she appears to be in these photos, and is way more enthusiastic about raking leaves than I'll ever be again in my life (I hate it, although using a leaf blower is kinda fun).

Video: William speaks

Video: William's Baptism

Little brothers rule!

Video: William holds his head up

Sup bro?

Happy Halloween!

Okay, so maybe not the best Halloween pictures this year. Carolyn was Rapunzel. William was asleep.

Video: Carolyn goes bowling

Video: Carolyn and Ellie play air hockey

Video: Tricycle crash in slow motion


After two months, Carolyn is still quite fond of William

The smiling machine

A feverish weekend

When William woke up on Friday morning, I sent a text to Kristen -- who had been working overnight at the hospital -- remarking that he felt a little warm. Little did I realize what that observation meant at the time. He had been fussier than usual the night before when I (attempted to) put him down to sleep, but I thought nothing of it, really. And then he was fussy and especially sleepy all day Friday.

At about two in the afternoon, Kristen thought he felt really warm, so we took his temperature. 101.3 degrees. Not good for an 8-week-old baby. After a quick call to the doctor, we were off to the emergency room, a parenting adventure we had never experienced in three-and-a-half years. When they took his temperature in the ER, it was up to 101.7, so they decided they had to run a few tests, which in hospital-speak means, "We're going to torture your child for a little while."

The first torture was the insertion of a catheter. William's screaming didn't help matters, forcing the nurses had to poke around a few times, which of course becomes a vicious cycle. I squirmed in my seat. Torture number two involved an IV to draw what seemed like an enormous amount of blood from an infant. And then the final torture was a lumbar puncture, which you may know as a spinal tap. We found out that William's screams go to eleven.

They stuck this sleeve on his arm to protect him from his own IV line. We promptly started calling it his clobberin' club, and he promptly started bashing Kristen with it whenever she got too close.

There were no obvious answers as to what was causing the infection after these initial tests, so they told us that he was going to be admitted and likely have to stay for 48 hours until all of the labs were back. Great. At the time, they made a guess that it might be a urinary tract infection, but didn't seem terribly sure. They started him on some antibiotics to flush the infection out, but of course, this meant that he was hooked up to some tubes, which he didn't particularly like.

(By the way, thank goodness Grandma Moyer was in town. Like a hero, she stepped in to take care of Carolyn while we were at the hospital, before heading back to Colorado early Sunday morning, at which point Grandma and Papa Hyland took over.)

After we were in the hospital room, it was pretty much just a lot of waiting around, with various doctors and nurses stopping by to poke and prod him periodically. I make it sound worse than it really was; in fact, the doctors and nurses were universally fantastic throughout. Overnight on Friday night, William's temperature peaked at 103.8, and then gradually came back down throughout Saturday and Sunday.

Carolyn paid us a visit in the hospital and had a rollicking good time in the playroom and drawing on the whiteboard in the room.

Eventually all of the labs came back negative, and the doctors' best guess is that he had some kind of viral infection. No indication of where it came from or where it went to, unfortunately. We ended up back home around 5:30 Sunday evening, with William feeling pretty good it seemed. He spent the night in mom and dad's bed, and most of his naps today were in either Kristen's or my arms.

Here's hoping he fully recovers quickly!

Closeups of William

Taking Carolyn to the movies

This past weekend, I took Carolyn to the movie theater to see The Lion King in 3D. This is the third time she's been to the movies, having previously seen Muppets in Space and Cars 2.

She kept the 3D glasses on maybe 60-70% of the time, talked an awful lot, and bounced around among about 4 different seats. All in all, she wasn't too bad. And she managed to time her potty break at exactly her least favorite part of the movie (menacing hyenas moving in on kid Simba).

At one point she blurted out pretty loudly, "This is a BAD movie." She was referring to the events on screen being unfavorable to the protagonists rather than the movie itself being a piece of junk, but of course, the rest of the theater didn't know that.

Towards the end, she just wanted to sit on my lap and asked if she could take a nap. When she did this at Cars 2, she fell asleep right at the climax (and loudest part) of the movie, but this time she actually stayed awake through the whole thing.

Note to parents: Watch the movie in 2D if you can (and save yourself a few bucks); the 3D effects were pretty terrible. Beforehand, I had told Carolyn to be prepared (pun intended?) for animals to be coming out of the screen. Throughout the movie, she kept asking me when the animals were going to come out of the screen, and eventually was very disappointed when they never did.