A BLOG ABOUT GUNNAR (AND HIS PARENTS): What Do Head Injuries and New Houses Have in Common? (Oh, and Consider This Your 7 Month Update)

I am done with whole the "Top 5 List" thing. It's getting too hard each month to think of topics. I DO, however, want to continue with the updates on Gunnar's monthly "birthdays".

The title of this post pretty much sums of two of the biggest events that have happened in Gunnar's seventh month of life. Number one, we bought a new house! It is only two streets away from our current house. We love our neighborhood SO much, and are pretty sure this is where we want to stay long term. We also LOVE our current house, but we feel like once Baby #2 comes along (and Baby #3, if I get my way) we will need something with a little bit more space. So a few weeks ago, when the salesperson who sold us our current home, called us to let us know that a deal had fallen through on a house a few streets away from us, and that he could give us a really great price on it if we moved forward quickly, we decided to go for it. The house is about halfway complete, and will be done in late July or early August. We are very excited, but surprisingly, very sad to be leaving our current house. We have loved living here, and it's the house that Gunnar was born in, which makes it very special. I am so sentimental, even about things that are dumb to be sentimental about, so I KNOW I am going to cry when we have to leave, but I am looking forward to making lots of new memories at our new house.

So what does all that have to do with a head injury? Well, last week, when we were still in the decision making process about whether or not we wanted to buy the house, we strapped Gunnar in his jogging stroller, and took a little walk over to the house to check it out. We were standing on the back patio (which is perfectly flat, no slope whatsoever) with Gunnar next to us in his stroller. We'd been standing there a good ten minutes talking, and we turned our heads for one second to look at something in the side yard, and when we turned back around, Gunnar's stroller had somehow, on it's own, gone from a standstill, to careening off the side of the patio. Neither of us could catch it in time, and Gunnar ended up flat on his face, on a piece of broken brick, with the stroller on top of him. It was the most horrible looking thing Nason and I have ever seen. We had to lift the stroller off of him, and there he was, lying face down in the dirt. We rushed him to an urgent care clinic, and he ended up being perfectly fine. He barely even had a bruise the next day. Nason and I, on the other hand, were traumatized for at least the rest of the week. It ended up being a minor injury, yes, but it still taught Nason and I how FAST accidents can happen. Good lesson to learn, I guess, and luckily we learned it with not-too- horrible of a consequence.

One more notable event, that is not reflected in the title of this post, is that I think we are done breastfeeding. (If any guys read this blog, sorry if that's TMI). I am actually pretty sad about this. I had orginally intended on just going through month 6, and then stopping, but when six months came, and it was still going smoothly, I thought, "well, I may as well keep going another six months). However, nature decided for me I guess, as I recently discovered I have next to nothing left, in regards to milk supply. Sad. Just one more thing for me to feel sentimental about!!!!!!!! I was washing my pump parts today, and I actually got sad thinking it may be the last time I have to wash them!! Ha ha. What a dumb thing to be sad about!!

Here are some pictures of our new house, as well as my sweet 7-month old: