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Alec Roy....Alec was born on July 14th, 2002. He picked the worst possible day of the whole summer to be born, because my parents were headed to Las Vegas to pick up their new car. He was 3 1/2 weeks early, and he was a boy, so his father and I were nervous. I went into labor early in the morning, but later stalled out. The doctor came in an checked me, and said if I hadn't changed in an hour, he was sending me home. NO JOKE, the contractions started up again, every 2 minutes, and things started to happen. Alec didn't tolerate the labor well..in fact, they were prepping me for an emergency C-section, when he finally decided to turn his head the right way so he could be born. His cord was wrapped around his neck twice, and I really think he might have been stillborn if he had not been born that day. But the day of his labor was so emotionally worrying and traumatic for my husband, it took ALOT for me to convince him to try one more time. Alec's first "clean"baby pic...(since I don't have a scanner...it's a pic of the scrapbook page)...6 lbs 12 oz, 20 inches long... Alec was a restless soul and marched to the beat of his own drummer from the beginning. He tried to be born from the time I was 25 weeks along, and still does EVERYTHING on his own time scale.
As an infant, he was difficult for me, because he didn't want a schedule, wouldn't take a pacifier but obviously wanted one, and seemed to be afraid to miss something...I had to move his position every few minutes, he was never satisfied to stay in the same place for long. Once he could crawl, he was much happier.
His hair was very curly, until he turned 2...after his haircut around his 2nd birthday, it grew back with texture, but no more curls. When he was a baby, I knew it was time to cut his hair when people started saying..."Oh, what a pretty little girl you have!"...
He LOVES to dress up in costumes...and pretend he's whoever. He loves to be superhero of some kind, and do "Power Moves" on the trampoline...currently his knuckles are all scraped up from his adventures.
He loves hats, his eyes are dark sage green....and the only reason he's still alive is because of Peanut Butter, bread, and milk...that's 90% of what he eats...
He's also extremely literal...like his uncle David....you have to spell everything out exactly, he doesn't pick up on the nuances. Everything is black and white to him, there are no shades of gray.
Alec really has been such a blessing...I know he was meant to be my son. He loves his little sister more than anything, and tries so hard to be a very good boy.

On to the rest of our happenings...Walking is a FULL CONTACT Sport at our house...first the bruise on her right cheek, and now THIS....

See the lovely cut and bruise above her left eye? It's not as deep as it looks, and it didn't need stitches (it hardly even bled, it looks worse than it is). She fell (I think) into the drain in the shower this morning. Apparently, the gene that attracts my sons to cement is also in my daughter....

And I'm currently on 4 hours of sleep here at work, so if I post later with strange ramblings, you'll know why.