Well it has been awhile to say the least. I start a blog and boom! I go off radar for a year. Well here is what happened.
A whirlwind pregnancy, gestational diabetes and three toddlers with chronic bronchitis. I am so ready to get back to writing. It is time to concentrate on my health now that I am fully recovered from the C-Section or should I say dissection of Lisa. I am going to focus on the Happy now. No more talk of bad doctors or stitches. Just my beautiful baby boy. 10.3 lbs. Woot! woot! Thank God he was a C-section!
He is such a cutie. I wish I had better camera to show off those cheeks. For those of you who cannot see, he is on the carpet so the cheek on the right is smushed outward. You think his cheeks are big, I wish I could get a picture of his thighs. Such a Big Boy!
Back to the name. My brother Michael and my husband's uncle were named Michael. They were our Godfathers. The name Soren was just a name that came up as a middle name through all four pregnancies. It's popular in Germany, Denmark and Sweden.
I was really hoping one would want to be a kitty or a fairy. Hmph!
At least my always faithful son will mix it up this year and be Lightning McQueen, or at least his driver. We are not sure what the costume is, but it's not the car. Michael will be a Chili Pepper if it fits him. I can't wait.