Baby Fever
Throughout this year I have had many bouts of baby fever. But it all started here... with one Jude Ryan Woody. My friend Melanie gave birth to Jude on May 6th, 2010. We thought (and secretly hoped) that he would be born on Cinco de Mayo so we would have extra reason to get together and make margaritas, but he had other plans. Melanie was such a champion birth giver-er and I'm so impressed by her ability to "keep it cool." It helped that this time around her epidural was given before she was complete, so she could relax a little. But the little dude wanted to stay in his warm home for quite a while. All night long (from around 8:00 to 2:30am-ish) we waited for him to make his grand entry. We watched some American Idol, some clips of Glee online, and talked about various parenting topics, told stories, sang "Hey, Jude" one too many times. I read Melanie my BSF notes and we talked about doing that together. We drank coffee (well, not the mom) and more coffee and waited until finally Jude was like, "Well, ok. I guess I'll come out now." And when he did, Melanie gave four little pushes and there he was. I was privileged to be there again for his birth as the "videographer" and I almost felt bad because there was like an hour of video footage of Riley's birth and about 2 minutes of Jude's. So it goes with the middle child, right?


So now, 8 months later... please let me tell you... this boy is like an angel on earth. I'm not sure what his special intoxicating powers are, but he is so incredibly sweet. He's the kind of kid they write pretty little children's books about. He has a huge smile, heart melting eyes, and such a laid back temperament. It was several months before I heard him really cry. I know he's going to have the ladies after him. As a matter of fact, for Christmas I bought him a tee shirt that says, "Lock up your daughters!" What a cutie that Jude. He's my little boyfriend and I love, love, love him so! Maybe 2011 will bring a little friend for him... who knows???