Joaquín's birth story!

Joaquín Santiago Barroso

Ever heard of a membrane sweep? It’s a super quick procedure your OBGYN can do when you are full term to help jump-start labor, IF your body is ready.

The doctor or NP basically sticks his or her finger INTO your cervix (assuming you are dilated at least 1-2 cm) and sweeps it around in a circle, separating the amniotic sack from the walls of the cervix. If you’re cringing at the thought of it right now, you should be. It feels WEIRD. I wouldn’t say it hurts per se, but it’s definitely not a fun experience by any means.

Oh and also, IT WORKS.

I had a membrane sweep at my 39 week appointment on Wednesday, September 9^th, probably around 4pm. By dinner time I was feeling menstral-like cramps, and by the time Camila went to bed the cramps were defined enough that I could time them. Donovan and I went to bed assuming we’d only be getting a few hours sleep.

WARNING: TMI ahead.  J

Around 2 am I woke up, after a few hours of sleep where my mild contractions made their way into my dreams, to what felt like my water breaking. I jumped up (as fast as a 9 months pregnant woman can jump up – imagine a turtle stuck on its back) and when I got to the bathroom I realized it was actually a pretty decent sized gush of blood, which freaked me the eff out. I woke up Donovan to update him and went downstairs to call the hospital. The doctor didn’t seem too concerned, seemed to think it could be a side effect of the sweep combined with going into labor, and said to start timing my contractions and come in when they are 511 – 5 minutes apart, lasting at least 1 minute each for at least 1 full hour. Well, I had been hearing enough stories about 2 ^nd babies coming fast, some even in the car, that I chose to fudge my contraction timing chart and go ahead and go in. I texted my mom all the updates (by now it was about 2:45). She also insisted that she come right over (to stay with Camila) and that we leave for the hospital ASAP. We left for the hospital at about 3:20am and I was having steady contractions the whole ride there.

We arrived at Anne Arundel Medical Center in Annapolis probably around 3:45am and while we were checking in, my contractions all of a sudden got pretty close together and much stronger. The nurse behind the desk noticed and got someone to take me back right away while my husband finished checking us in. They got me on an IV and checked my dilation – I was about 4-5 cm and my contractions went from bad to worse. I believe this is when the screaming kicked in. My poor husband was trying to rub my head and speak sweet nothings in my ear, and my response was to slap him as hard as I could and told him to get away from me. I heard him go “Ow…” and I instantly felt guilty. I think I will always feel a little guilty about that, even though he seems to have forgiven me.

By the time they transferred me to the birthing room I was 8 cm dilated and 5 minutes later I was 9. My contractions had also escalated to excorcist-like proportions. I was screaming louder and harder than I every have, writhing in my bed, biting and scratching anything near by. In between contractions I asked Donovan to please not speak to me or touch me during a contraction, so he felt pretty helpless watching me go through this. We were both amazed at how fast this was all happening – by this time it was probably only 4:20 or so – only an hour after we left for the hospital. Thank freaking god we left when we did.

So you are probably wondering by now, as was I, where the F my epidural was. I was begging these people, “ I need an epidural NOW. Like RIGHT NOW. GIVE IT TO ME! WHY WON’T YOU GIVE ME AN EPIDURAL?!” and they would say, “Its coming sweetie we just have to wait on your blood work. Just a few more minutes. Don’t worry, it wont be too late, its coming.” I feel bad because for the first time I think ever, I was blatantly and purposefully rude to people. I staring moving my hand like I was mimicking talking, and was like, “Yea yea yea you guys say all these nice words but you’re not actually doing anything!” Then a contraction came that made me feel like I was going to literally be ripped apart and die. I think I even screamed out, “HE’S GOING TO KILL ME!!!!” My body took over and I couldn’t NOT push, even though they weren’t set up to deliver yet and the doctor wasn’t there. I just bared down. A nurse asked, “Are you pushing right now?” I yelled, “YES I have to!” and she grabbed my leg and lifted it up – I was laying on my side gripping the railing – and was like, “Oh, there’s baby…Ok if you feel like you have to then just push!” All of a sudden my water broke, just like

in the movies, a huge GUSH that went everywhere. This is the part that Donovan says freaked him out the most. It was like it just POPPED. I barely noticed, I just screamed once again, “I NEEEEED AN EPIDURAL NOOOOOOW!” and what she said back was my worst fear – “Sorry hun, there’s no time for an epidural, he’s coming NOW. You need to push.” They paged the doctor and pulled over the equipment and I just started pushing through the contractions, which honestly made them a lot more bearable.

After popping a few capillaries in my eyeballs and face (which I didn’t notice until much later), the

nurses and doctors got all encouraging, saying his head was right there and to push down harder. The feeling of a baby’s head actually coming out was later described to me as the “ring of fire” – and it could not be more accurate. That shit BURNED. What made it crazier was I guess Joaquin’s shoulder got stuck. So there were a few pushes where only half his face was out and he wasn’t moving – or breathing. Donovan told me his face and head were completely purple. The mood in the room changed and all of a sudden one of the nurses jumped ON TOP of me, straddling me backwards, and her and the doctors told me to just push as hard as I could and not let up – meanwhile, this nurse started pushing on my belly HARD, literally pushing the baby out, while the doctor had her hands in me and was pulling – holy crap that was intense, but it worked and he came out at 4:56 am. He wasn’t breathing so they didn’t give him to me right away, but after a few minutes he let out a cry and proved he was fine.

Another sucky thing about no epidural is that all the pain that comes AFTER childbirth –  delivery of the placenta, sewing you up, massaging your insides, inserting a catheter – yea you gotta feel all that too. Even though they gave me a numbing medication (i.e. a NEEDLE in your VAGINA) it didn’t mask everything.

While the nurses were doing what they do and Donovan was taking pictures, I heard them comment on how heavy he was. I also heard comments like, “How did you fit inside your mama little man? She’s tiny!” When they finally got him to the scale I was mindblown when they said he was 9 lbs 3 oz (and 20 inches long)! That’s almost 2 whole pounds more than Camila weighed (she was 7 lbs 8 oz, 18.5 inches long). Based on how big my belly was, people would comment on how he would probably be a big baby, but I shrugged it off thinking, “Yea I was big with my daughter too and she was tiny so it’s fine.” Its not even like he is really all that BIG – he doesn’t have rolls on top of rolls or anything like that – he’s just DENSE.

And did I mention the bruising? Not on me – on HIM. Poor baby’s face was completely bruised due to him coming out so fast and being relatively big. He also developed a terrible newborn rash on day 2 that Camila never had. Poor little dude!

Poor baby's bruised face

When they handed me my baby it felt so surreal. Kind of like it was Camila all over again, but obviously different. I tore my gown off so he could lay against me, and I just closed my eyes and breathed him in, enjoying the feeling of his raw skin against mine. I can’t really say it was this

overwhelming feeling of love – that came a little later when I really got to relax, look at him, and take it all in – this feeling was more one of satisfaction, relief and tranquility. I felt so relieved that it was over, that he was OUT and the pain had stopped, that I could finally see his little face and his head full of hair (yay!). And I felt especially grateful and relieved to have my amazing husband by my side – he handled the whole ordeal amazingly.

Camila meeting her baby brother

After about an hour or so, after everything was cleaned up and I was put back together a bit, the nurses thought I should try to get up and pee. Donovan and a nurse very gently helped me up, but as soon as there was weight on my right leg, there was a shooting, sharp pain in my groin that made it so I couldn’t even take a step. It was literally impossible. I was almost in tears all over again. It was even a struggle to get me back into bed and when I finally was, I just lay back in defeat. The nurse seemed very concerned and asked if I had heard a pop during delivery – that’s a worrisome question. I hadn’t, but she seemed to think I had maybe broken a pubic bone. After trying to use a bedpan to pee (I say ‘trying’ because I had lost the sensation of a full bladder) they had to intervene manually (this is where the above-mentioned catheter comes in). They also ‘investigated’ a bit and changed the ‘broken pubic bone’ theory to ‘hemoglobin’, which is some sort of large bruise-blood clot thing they thought maybe I had that was providing the pain and inability to walk. Fast-forward a bit through this boring part of the story, after a normal looking Xray and a full day of using the bedpan to pee (even though I lost the sensation of having to pee, I could meditate enough to will the pee to slowly trickle out – lovely I know), Donovan and I realized that the pain was the Symphasis Pubis Dysfuntion pain that I had during my pregnancy, except 10x worse due to just birthing a 9lb baby. Duh. I don’t know why it didn’t click earlier. Some people with this dysfunction have to use a walker to get around, so the nurses brought me one and told me I was probably looking at taking the walker home, as well as physical therapy and bed rest. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think using a walker and bed rest go well with raising a TODDLER. I really lucked out though because after a decent night’s sleep that night, I was able to get t o the bathroom using the walker. And the next time, I could do it by walking solo. All of a sudden the pain was MUCH more manageable, and now, 4 days later, I’m up and moving around completely fine (as long as I’m hyped up on Percocet ;) ). I can’t explain HOW RELIEVED I am to have dodged that bullet.

"On the lights" - phototherapy
is a treatment for jaundice

Anyway, a few hours after the birth we were transferred to the mother/baby room where we would stay for the next 4 days (thanks to jaundice – we had the exact same experience with Camila). The timing worked perfectly because as soon as Camila woke up my mom was able to bring her down to meet her baby brother – she was enamored. We have the whole thing on video. After family visiting Donovan was able to get a decent nap in, and I did the best I could. I drifted in and out of sleep, in between text messages with friends and family and updating on social media – something I was way too excited to do.

So that’s it. We had dinner, put our daughter to bed, had a baby, and were done by the time breakfast was being delivered (although we were spoiled by my sister and Kurt coming to visit before leaving for work and bringing Chick Fil A ;) ). I definitely can’t complain about the quickness of the birth. But man was it painful. And recovery is still a very real part of childbirth that gets underestimated. Oxycodon is my friend. When it wears off it feels like trucks are driving over my insides, I start to limp from pelvis pain and my stiches feel like they’re gonna burst. But we are already almost a week out and it gets better every day  J

We ended up staying in the hospital for 3.5 days because Joaquin’s bilirubin levels were too high to send him home. Basically, he was jaundiced. We had the exact same situation happen with Camila so we were kind of expecting it. Camila stayed with Nana for two nights, and she did so amazingly well, but we both missed her terribly even though she visited twice a day so Donovan went home to be with her for the rest of the time. I did a really great job of not letting it agitate me too much and just used the time to rest, drift in and out of sleep, and relish in the quietness that wouldn’t be there once I got home. Donovan and Camila also got some much-deserved bonding time.

Ready to go home!

37 week bumpdate!

So im not updating every.single.week. like I was with Camila, but every few weeks is enough I feel. Hopefully baby number 3 (if we so chose) won't get completely dropped off the bumpdate radar…ha.

Anyway…

SOMEONE GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME…STAT!

I can't complain too much - this pregnancy has still been pretty easy compared to stories Ive heard. And for the most part, its been very similar to my pregnancy with Camila - easy peasy. Until now. Well until maybe 3-4 weeks ago.

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I dug a hole for my belly! Most blissful 20 minutes…
even with a toddler climbing all over me.

When I had Camila I guess it aggravated a ligament in my pelvis, right dead center, that over this past year has bothered me off and on. It usually only flared up when I ran too hard or too long (split-leg exercises are what aggravate it the most) but I was able to maintain it by just laying off the running, and then building back up slowly. Well, I guess pregnancy pressure plus walking/running on the beach plus glut kickbacks (such an easy exercise but my pelvis was saying NO) messed it up so bad I had trouble walking the next day. Oy!

The official name for this pain is Symphasis Pelvis Dysfunction, which is apparently really common. The doctor and online resources all said I should really lay off of it completely until baby is born so that its not aggravated during labor, so I decided to completely lay off the workouts. I figure its only a few weeks, plus the 6 weeks after the baby is born. Its still driving me NUTS though - especially since then I started having this terrible HIP pain that, again, if I wasn't careful, left me limping some days. Holy pain! Whats wrong with me?! I was at the point where even walking to the park, which is right around the corner, was sometimes too much. And if a wonderful day came where I could handle the walk and didn't have to drive, I definitely needed some couch time afterwards.


This was obviously driving me INSANE! Im such an active person and so forcing myself to slow down has been hard. However every time I tried to jump up to do something 'normal' my body typically reminded me with a sharp pain that I needed to slow the f*** down. Not so great with an active toddler. Who luckily sticks pretty close. But my energy has also been declining rapidly so maybe its all a good thing. Ive barely had the energy to get up off the couch most days, let alone make dinner.

Also, did I mention Im huge? Like, really big. I look like Im due any day. My neighbor/friend asked me a week ago when Im due. I said the 17th and she nodded and smiled. Then I said "…of Septemeber" and she goes, "WHAT?!", eyes bugged out and everything. I had to laugh. Because thats how I feel. Every morning. He feels really low, like his head is poking out. And a few times a day it feels like he's grabbing onto a nerve connected right to my most sensitive lady part areas and tugging and twisting away. Its the strangest, most uncomfortable feeling!

Luckily though, all of a sudden yesterday I felt almost like my old self again. My pains are mostly gone and Ive actually had the energy to plan and cook dinner and make bread and clean the house (all which have been TERRIBLY neglected lately). Last night I was on my hands and knees after Camila went to bed scrubbing the tub. I hear that this sudden burst of energy is common before labor so hopefully its a sign?! Hold on I need to go mop...

Despite all my complaining, we are really loving life and anticipating this new little member. So soon now! You wouldn't know it by looking at our house though - we don't have a hospital bag packed or a bassinet next to the bed or even a room that resembles a nursery for him. Funny how 2nd babies do that

Our little flower girl! Us at 2 of our closest friends'
wedding. 

to ya  :) We are working on all that, just slowly. He won't need much when he gets here anyway. A boob and a blanket and we will be set.

Ive been asked a few times what Camila thinks, if she's excited for the baby. My answer is always the same - she has NO CLUE. She can't, she's too young. We tell her her baby brother, her "hermanito", is in my belly, so now when we ask her, "Donde esta tu hermanito?" she will just happily pat the closest belly to her - sometimes even her own. I imagine her thinking, "They are telling me that this body part is called a baby brother so Ill play along!" She is pretty obsessed with my large belly though. She thinks its hilarious when I bump her head with it. Serious belly giggles. Its pretty entertaining.

Needless to say we cannot WAIT for this little guy to get here. Any day now little dude. We can't even imagine what he's going to look like - We imagined with Camila and we were totally wrong. We imagined her with black hair and dark skin, and my facial features, but she's completely flipped. While she is pretty tan, she has my skin for the most park, her hair is BLOND for gosh sakes (MUST be the sun because seriously?!) and her actual FACE looks just like Donovan's. Genetics are so funny! I just hope he's not a large as my belly would imply that he is…

Enjoying one of the few pool days we have left - how
is my belly this big?! Also loving Camila's face.

Cloth diapering - Its a love/not so much (but mostly love) relationship

My love/not so much relationship with cloth diapering

Ive had some people asking me about cloth diapering lately, why the hell we chose to do it, and asking if its worth it. Well here's a run-down of why we chose this route, as well as my personal loves/hates with cloth diapering!

I have always been environmentally-aware, but when I was pregnant with Camila I was in a kick of really trying to reduce our carbon footprint. We switched to cloth napkins and I was washing and reusing any gallon sized plastic bags we had to use. I considered composting and still would love to, but its a challenge I haven't taken on yet.

Anyway, I heard a statistic that if you were to take all the diapers that a typical child goes through in his first 2 years of life (roughly when you potty train), the dirty diapers would fill a 3,000 square foot house. THAT'S INSANE. And disgusting. And those things are made to not break down easily. Not to mention human waste should not be sealed tight and buried like that, for loads of disgusting reasons.

Enter cloth diapering. I started doing research, and once I was pretty set on this path, I pulled my husband aboard. He wasn't as excited about it as I was (understatement) but agreed to give it a shot, especially when I showed him a chart of the monetary benefits. Once I started talking about it to others, I got a LOT of negative feedback. Lots of "thats disgusting" and "You'll never keep up with it" and "You don't know what you're getting yourself into". Which is all well and good, but when I say Id done my research, I had DONE my RESEARCH. I knew all the ins and outs of it pretty well, all the negatives that could pop up, and all the benefits that would outweigh those. I already knew it was disgusting. I already knew it was hard to keep up with. I already knew lots of people tried and gave up ... and I was ready to tackle it.

Now that we are a year in to cloth diapering - which means a lot, because I don't even want to go in to how much baby poop changes from newborn to toddler - I can definitively say that I love and hate cloth diapering. But mostly love.  :)

Loves:

~ We spend virtually NO money on diapers (aside from the upfront cost, which ranges depending on the type of diapers you buy - still cheaper than the cost of disposables over time. Like a LOT cheaper.) I say virtually because on the occasional vacation or day when Im backed up on laundry, we do resort to disposables. We also buy wet wipes with technically counts as a diapering cost that we use about half the time for diaper changes, but we also use cloth wipes.

~ They're cute. Enough said.

~ Diaper rashes are extremely rare. I remember when Camila got her first diaper rash, she was in disposables because she was a newborn and still too small for our one-size cloth diapers. She had just reached the point where she could fit in them, so we switched her over, and without using any diaper cream, the rash disappeared.

~ They are 85% as easy to change as disposables. Instead of having a trashcan with a plastic bag to chuck the dirty diaper into, we have a trashcan with a washable liner. Take it off, chuck it in, put on a new one. Voila.

~ These aren't your grandma's cloth diapers. My mom was imagining the single cloth with pins that she had me in as a baby. We've come so far! Cloth these days go on just like a disposable (velcro OR snaps) and have waterproof outer layers to hold it all in.

~ They double as swim diapers.

~ NO blowouts! Seriously. Cloth diapers have elastic around the waist and legs, so even the nastiest poops stay contained. This is definitely NOT true with disposables - whenever we go on airplane trips and chose to leave the cloth behind, we now bring a few cloth diaper covers (just the waterproof outer layer) to go over the disposables, because we have had too many vacation outfit changes to count and its NOT fun. Cloth for the win on this one, by far.

~ While I do laundry more often, we haven't noticed a noticeable increase in our water bill.

~ Its natural. Theres no funky chemicals or strange material used to make cloth diapers, so you can be assured that theres nothing harsh on your babies skin. Actually, some babies with sensitive skin NEED cloth diapers for this reason.

Not so much:

~ When something goes wrong, its a b*tch to figure out what it is. When I say "wrong" i mean issues like stink build up or repelling. Both of these are easy fixes, but figuring out what fix you need is sometimes tricky. Now that I am a pretty "seasoned" cloth diapering mama, I can pinpoint how to fix a problem and do it quickly. For example, we recently used diaper cream on C without using a protective liner (almost all diaper rash creams are not cloth diaper safe) out of pure laziness, and the cream build up caused repelling and leakage. I fixed it in a day by scrubbing them with some Dawn dish soap and running them through a few hot washes in the machine, but when something similar happened 6 months ago, I spent days trying to figure out what was going on and why. 

~ When you DO get a diaper rash, its tricky to treat. Part of this is because most creams aren't cloth diaper safe. You can either buy a special formula for cloth diapers ($$$) or try using coconut oil (works well for basic redness). Camila had a few bad rashes from acidic poop and yeast build up (yuck) and the only way to fix it fast was to switch her to disposables so we could slather on some Neosporin and diaper creams.

~ They are 85% as easy to change as disposables. That extra 15% comes from having to spray poop (with a sprayer attached to your toilet - so convenient). Newborn poop is no biggie - you don't have to do anything. But solid food poop is a different story. You gotta get that stuff OFF the diaper BEFORE you chuck it in the wash can. Sometimes this is no biggie because as kids get older their poop solidifies, so it just kinda falls right off into the toilet. Our daughter, however, drinks kale smoothies like its going out of style, and the consistency of her poop is a definite side effect. I will say no more.

~ You have to do laundry. I do diaper laundry every 2-3 days. I also stay at home, which I believe makes it more manageable. As a working parent, I don't know how much of a pain this would be. Its easy though, you just dump your diaper bag in the washer and let it go. 

So there ya go. My ultimate advice? Give it a shot - the benefits outweigh the cons, and its so much better for the environment and your baby's lil butt. BUT, this is definitely one of those things where I can see both sides of it. I can totally see why cloth diapering would be hard for some families. Many natural baby stores do a rental program so you can try out cloth diapering without the monetary commitment.  Its totally a personal choice, but worth a shot! By the way, my husband is definitely a fan.

Camila is one and Im entering my 3RD TRIMESTER!

3rd trimester?! Already?

This pregnancy is FLYING by, but its going SO SLOW. The bigger I get the slower it goes! So many things are the same about this pregnancy as my last - Im carrying the same, I overall feel the same, don't really have many cravings or crazy hormones, for the most part I have a decent amount of energy, my back hurts and small things like doing the dishes and sleeping are annoying.

Theres a few things that are definitely different though. For one I am growing so much faster! I was still sleeping on my stomach (pillow propped, but still) until like 30some weeks with C. Can't even entertain that thought now.
Here's me at 27 weeks with Camila:

Dang! Comparing those pics makes me fully understand why Ive been feeling so large and lazy…BECAUSE I'M LARGE AND LAZY. Ha. I don't even want to know what 39 weeks will look like this time around. Knocking on wood I don't develop stretch marks and that I go early ( I went at 39 weeks with C)!

Also, this little dude can KICK. He likes to just jab elbows and knees into uncomfortable places that make me wince. And he really enjoys the bladder-position. Enter the stereo-type of always having to pee…its happening. Camila wasn't like that - she would stretch and roll but that was about it. I keep hearing its a boy thing.  ;)

Anyhow, Im definitely feeling MUCH more lethargic this time around. I think part of this is completely my fault - I haven't been working out anywhere near the intensity I was with pregnancy 1. Many of you probably think thats a good thing but Im telling you, its not! The less effort I put in to working out the worse I feel. I feel lethargic and lack energy, and my body creaks and moans much more. When Im keeping active and pushing myself to break a sweat, I definitely feel it for the rest of the day, but doing that consistently helps me feel well oiled and more energetic. Now that we are back from our many vacations (blog about traveling with a toddler is a must!) I am trying to get back into a workout routine to keep me sane! If anyone's interested, Ive been using a workout program created by my high school friend Nancy. She works for a company called Pear Sports and helped to develop prenatal workouts that are delivered through an app for your iPhone. I love these workouts for a few reasons.

 1) Its Nancy coaching, so its kind of funny slash weird to 'hang out' with her a few times a week. 

2) Its on my iPhone so no matter where I am I can use it, and the only equipment needed are some dumbbells or a stroller (for the interval runs - stroller only needed if you have baby in tow :)  ).

 3) These are NOT what you think of when you think of "prenatal workouts". When I think prenatal workout, I think stretching, light, slow movements, no bouncing, etc. In sum, LAME (not to judge- if you are new to working out this is a great start at being physically active). These workouts are legit - I told my husband he should just do them with me. Im talking running with high intensity plyo intervals, burpees, squats, deadlifts, pushups…the only thing making these "prenatal" is the lack of pull-ups and crunches, which are the only exercises  that have a logical reason NOT to be included in prenatal workouts. And the fact that she throws in little tidbits about how good exercising is for you and baby and how each exercise can directly assist in labor and delivery. Other than, imagine a high intensity 30-minute workout - thats what these are. 

MOVING ON, Camila is ONE!!!!!!!!!

I used to be one of those people that didn't understand why it was such a big deal when your kid turned one. I mean, they're still babies. They don't GET it. Why throw them a party? They won't even remember it! 

I totally get it now. Not only do you not care if they remember it - they will love it NOW and so seeing that smile is all that matters - you are kind of celebrating yourselves as parents also. Our friend Amanda got it perfectly. When she and her husband and daughter arrived at our party here in MD, she handed ME flowers and said "Happy anniversary - its been one year since you guys brought her into this world." I was like, girl, YES. Thats EXACTLY how I've been feeling. It's OUR celebration as much as it is hers. Its been one year since our hearts and souls changed forever. Since we truly discovered what love is. One year of no longer caring about anything else as much as seeing your precious baby smile. One year of watching her sleep, crying when she cried, hearing her giggle and feeling like our hearts would explode, watching her discover the cause and effect of her own actions, examining poop and laughing at how that now defined our life, bringing her into bed at 3am because she just wanted to be with us, discovering her outgoing personality and trying to figure out exactly who she looks like. Its amazing and hard and exhausting and exhilarating and we never could have predicted how insanely in love we would be with her, and with being parents. Best thing we've ever done, hands down. And damn do we make a solid team.  :)

In El Paso our family threw an amazing first birthday party - my mother in law and sisters-in-law did so much to make it special for her:

And we had another smaller party here in MD when we returned - my mom and stepdad hosted and close family came in from out of town, making it extra special:

And then I took fun pictures to top off the great memories: 

Its crazy to think that this time next year we will be celebrating Camila turning two, and preparing for the little dude's first birthday party. Time, man. You know.