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We have all good news to report from the docs today. Phoebe saw the Surgeon, GI specialist and the Nutritionist today. The surgeon thought the Broviac looked good, and reassured us that she caused minimal damage by pulling on it yesterday. The GI doc and nutritionist think Phoebe's output is within acceptable limits so they decided to give her 5mL more milk this week. We are also trying a bubble-gum flavored substitute for the yucky-tasting zantac. We have some free samples and a prescription; if Phoebe likes this better, we'll fill the prescription.

After the doctor appointments, we went to play with Erin and Thomas at their beautiful new house. We took a walk around their idyllic tree-lined neighborhood with Erin, Thomas, and their Mom Kristen. Phoebe borrowed a hat from Thomas, and was totally pooped after the walk! G'night, peanut!
















How cute is this! Can you believe we got two out of three to look at the camera?
















Phoebe can't wait to wear pigtails like Erin.

Thomas has the greatest blue eyes. Handsome little man!

Thomas was born in July of 2005, right after our wedding. In fact, his parents didn't make it to the wedding because Thomas could have been born any minute. It has been amazing to watch both Erin and Thomas grow, but especially Thomas. Anyone who loves children knows the feeling you get when you first see a child after a long absence...you think about how much they've grown and changed and how amazing are all the things they've learned to do since you last saw them. Matt and I get the feeling especially when we see Thomas because he is as old as we've been married. Before we had Phoebe, after seeing certain amazing children like Erin and Thomas, and our nephews Evan and Loudon, the conversation would always lead to "when should we have kids?" We usually would end the conversation with, "there's no way we're ready" and "we should wait until [enter arbitrary life/financial event here]." The truth is the cliche: you're never ready. We were asked to be parents, and we are truly deeply satisfied that we are Phoebe's parents. I think every parent feels this way. Even though parenthood has not been what we'd imagined, we can't imagine our lives any other way. Phoebe has brought us closer and revealed a true support system of friends and family. In a way that words just can't do justice, we have this enveloping feeling of quiet joy that our little family has been built on the strongest foundation there is: love. Everything else will fall into place because we have love. Aren't we lucky.