John "Corbin" McCoy

John Corbin McCoy

arrived on August 13th

at 1:16 pm.

Weighing 7 lbs and 8 ounces.

We are beyond thrilled to have him here with us!

Life is a bit crazy at the moment.  I'm still trying to figure this all out.  Certain things for both children seem to be happening at the same time...sleeping, eating and pooping.  And those three things also happen when Carter needs his bath and bedtime routine.  Hmm...I'm sure it will all work itself out.  Right?

Looking back to his arrival, I have to say it was very different than the last time.  We had an "old fashioned" delivery.  No C-Section this time around!  1 Hour of pushing and out came this sweet baby boy.

Everyone seems to be curious if you accepted drugs or not.  Here was my thought process during labor:

  Light contractions:  "I didn't need drugs with Carter...until the emergency C-Section came into play.  I can do this."

Heavy Contractions:  "D***, I remember how horrible it was with Carter for 13 hours.  I'm not doing that this time.  I've got a toddler at home and I've been up the entire night.  I know what the next 3 months are going to bring starting in just FOUR more hours.  NURSE, I WOULD LIKE THE EPIDURAL!!"

Great choice.  Because just as my thoughts reminded me, your new job starts IMMEDIATELY!

More pictures coming soon!  

Deep Thoughts by: Carter McCoy

I ask Carter "What are you thinking about?" quite a bit.  For the longest time his response didn't make much sense.  Like, he'd just make something up. Or say that he saw something.  Because let's be honest, if you really shared what you were thinking about when someone randomly asks you that, it be a really strange answer.

But lately, there've been some good ones:

"Finking bout Mommy's hair."

"Finking bout pooping."

"Finking bout zwork."  (Daddy's work.)

The best is when he presents what he's been thinking about all on his own.  2 Year Old logic, is probably my favorite thing all day long.  He'll be quite for a while, you can tell he's thinking.  Then he uses a "sometimes" or "Some people" statement.  BEST EVER:

• While riding his bike, he stopped to share:  "Sometimes rocks are broken.  Sometimes rocks are okay!" 
• While fetching our laundry from the cleaners:  "Some people say ESS.  Some people say Ugh."  The second is how he responds positively to a question.  I have to encourage him to say "yes" so people can understand him.
• While looking at a picture of the Queen with a scowl and Michelle Obama with a smile:  "Some people are nice.  Some people are mean." 
• "Sometimes it rains.  Sometimes it's dry."
• "Sometimes nastics swing on bars.  Sometimes NOT."  (Gymnastics??  Really?  He hasn't even seen much?  Not sure where that came from?!)

It takes like 3 minutes to get these out and for me to completely understand what he said.

Finally, he's given us some insight into what he imagines being a brother to be like:

While walking UP a slide:  "Gorman (Corbin) say, wow Cager, so cool walking up slide!"

While playing Diggers and Dumpers:  "Gorman will say, Cager playing backhoe is so AWESOME!"

I hope he's as big of a hero to this guy as he imagines.  Ha ha!

First Soccer Practice (Video Added)

Carter attended his first, EVER, soccer practice!  This seriously makes me so excited, not for myself, of course.  I know the "childhood sport routine"  it sucks parents in and spits them out 18 years later a different person.  BUT Carter is a HUGE sport fan, I was excited for him.  He legitimately loves learning and playing them.  He has a desire to be good, or do what goal should be accomplished.  And major meltdowns occur if they don't .  He may give himself like 3 misses or so, but after that, watch out.  Redhead temper.

Here is the deal, and I recommend this to anyone willing to start this in their own neighborhood:

Parents in our neighborhood started a "Drop In Soccer Practice."  No real age limits...but around 3 years old and up.  It's a donation of $5-$20 bucks.  We meet at a park.  They set up the goals.  Pass out green or yellow shirts.  Split up and "practice" then "scrimmage."  (Notice the amount of quotes in this paragraph?)  There is also a playground at this park, great for when your child gets bored.  Ha!  OH and there is usually a snack, when the practice isn't hailed-out.

Carter LOVED this.  He has been looking forward to it for weeks.  And now wants to go back.  After his nap, I told him what we'd be doing and he told me he needed to wear a jersey.  He doesn't have a soccer jersey so he chose his Texas Ranger's jersey.  (Pretty cute!!)  The coach told him he needed a (yellow or green) shirt, but Carter told him he already had one on.  Ha ha.  Which is true, he did already have a shirt on!

He keeps saying "I'm so proud" in the most giddy voice ever.  I ask "why?" and he explains "Soccer.  I kick soccer ball in goal." Everyone got a turn.  Ha ha.  Proud??  Didn't know he a. knew that word and b. could use it properly.  But I'm glad he's proud and happy he had a blast.

I couldn't take out the camera during practice because of the weather but interviewed him after his game: