The winner takes it all

The past two days have brought lots of fun, good news, but some sad, stinky news as well. Let's start with the good, shall we? I'll go chronologically.

Bean had his one-year well baby visit yesterday. The doc was really happy with the changes since his nine-month check up, which wasn't so fabulous if you remember (due to low weight and borderline iron deficiency). His current stats are 30 1/4 inches tall and 20 lbs 4 oz, which put him in the 65th and 15-20th percentiles, respectively. On the tall and thin side, just like his mom used to be 10 years ago. His iron is also back up in the normal range. Hooray! I'm sure it's because he's such a good eater these days. The doc told me I could stop giving him the iron supplements now, which was good because he hasn't had them in at least three weeks. Oh, and Bean also got two more vaccines. A few tears during the pokes, nothing a good hug from mommy couldn't fix, and then afterward you'd never know he'd gotten them. Now hopefully we won't be back until his 15-month visit, if his immune system keeps kicking butt and taking names like it has been.

I have to take the opportunity to brag about DH (again). Yesterday he had an awesome review at work, and a raise to match! I am so proud of my man. And glad that I didn't have to go break anyone's knees. I mean, the guy was working 14 hour days. What more could they want?

Drumroll please... I WON THE SUPER CUTE TOTE!! You remember, the one from Holly's blog giveaway. I am so beyond thrilled, I could totally barf right now. Does it mean that I'm a bad mom if I'm more excited about winning a new bag than I was about good results from Bean's doctor appointment? Probably. But there you have it.

Today, a close friend of mine from college became a MOMMY! After a final ultrasound that was eerily like mine almost exactly a year before, she was nervous that she too would be giving birth to a freakishly large baby, again as I did almost exactly a year before. And besides her concerns about the growth that would take place during prolonged gestation, she was also so excited to meet her babe that she could hardly survive the anticipation. Lucky girl, she didn't have to wait long! Sweet Elliott was born at 37 1/2 weeks, weighing a completely reasonable 7 lbs. Congrats to the new parents.

My buddies at The 'Flix sent me "Role Models" today. I'm glad because I've been having random dreams about Paul Rudd, and I'm hoping that watching the movie cures me of that. I have nothing against Paul Rudd, he was genius in "Clueless," but you know how when you have a song stuck in your head and nothing will make it go away but listening to that song? I'm hoping it's like that.

Now on a serious and unfortunate note, the sad news. My aunt (my Mom's sister) has been battling cancer for a long time. She has suffered a lot, and now it seems to be almost her time to join my grandparents in Heaven. She is being cared for by hospice and my cousin and his family down in Florida. My Mom has wonderful, fantastic friends who are helping her through this time, but she -- and my aunt, of course -- could use your prayers right now. Thanks.