Summary of June

The winner of our latest injury report is Carter. While he was at the sitter's the other day, he and his little buddy were using a sled to go down the slide (something they had done several dozen times the day before). The difference on this day was that the rope on the sled accidentally got around Carter's neck AND the sled got wedged into the slide so we had a bit of a near lynching moment. The pictures don't really do justice, but he had a pretty nasty rope burn along the front of his neck. Good thing his annual check up isn't for another 2 months; I'd hate to explain that one! ...and the rope has now been removed from the sled and all is well.

Logan's last tball game was the last week in June. He really enjoys baseball...and the large helmets on these little kids are hilarious!

Father's day: Logan made a book comparing him to his dad. Apparently Logan's favorite sport is bowling. Who knew, considering he's never bowled (except on the Wii)?!

And for those of you that are aware of Carter's obsession with rocks, he made a rock for daddy that had Carter's picture and "Daddy, you rock" engraved on it.

Fun in the Midnight Sun games in Nikiski. Games were in the rain, so a change of clothes was needed. We were drenched!

Logan running a race with other 5 & 6 year olds.

Carter during his race. He was very sad when he was done, saying "The other kids ran faster than me."

And the latest craze at our house...strategically placing our dirty clothes on the dog when we get dressed in the morning (yes, the underwear is ALWAYS on her head). She's a pretty good sport about it as it gets lots of giggles, but I'm quite sure she's relieved when we leave for the day.




Baby Info.
I’ve had a few friends email me, wondering about some things I posted last time with regard to our little one, so I’m going to try to keep updates at the end of our blog posts (when there’s actually something to update). That way, I’ll hopefully keep those informed that wanted more details without sending the info to those that really aren’t interested and without having to repeat myself too many times. So, if you want to be spared the additional information, you can just skip this part.

Amniotic band syndrome: This is the diagnosis that was ruled out by Dr. Richey (perinatologist in Anchorage). This is usually associated with severe birth defects for those babies that even survive to birth (most do not). Like I said, this is NOT at all a concern for us anymore.

Circumvallate placenta: What this means is that my placenta does not lay flat against the uterus. Instead, the edges curl up towards the center. In my case, they actually curl up and reattach to each other, forming a little shelf. What I meant by this not posing any direct danger to the baby is that the baby cannot become entangled in this in anyway (a question I had). The risk that DOES exist is that this type of placenta is associated with placental abruption and premature labor. This type of placenta is the number one reason babies die during the second trimester, but they didn't tell me how often that actually happens. Placental abruption occurs about 15% of the time with this type of placenta (only 1% with a normal placenta), and when this occurs, the babies die more than half of the time. With those that don’t abrupt, there’s about a 40% prematurity rate. This can range from 3-4 weeks early to 20 weeks early; there’s no way to predict this. Dr. Richey’s nurse said that I’m at an even higher risk for prematurity because both of the boys were early. I’m not sure I agree with that because the boys were early due to my liver complications; I don’t have any reason to believe they would have been early if I hadn’t had the liver problems, but who knows for sure, I guess. Regardless, they’re keeping an eye on me.

The heart condition: First, there is no official heart condition yet – just the potential for there to be one. When looking at the baby’s heart (specifically the left ventricle), there was an additional “wall” formed that reached about 2/3 of the way across. If this closes off to form an additional ventricle, we will be referred to a perinatal cardiologist (baby heart doctor). What this means is that the baby’s heart would function in such a way that the baby would develop congestive heart failure. This can happen within days of birth…or years later. Typically, they do surgery within the first year, depending on the severity of the heart function. It’s actually VERY TREATABLE with surgery. It’s the kids that don’t know they have this that become very ill or don’t survive because when they do become sick, it can often be missed initially and then it becomes “too late” (Who looks for congestive heart failure on a little kid?). That is why we are going back at the end of August. If that “wall” looks the same, then we have nothing to be concerned about and that’s the end of that. I don’t know what the likelihood is of it closing off, given that it stretched across more than half of the ventricle already. In the meantime, baby is fine as he/she gets oxygen from me and not from its’ own heart function.

My usual liver stuff: The intrahepatic cholestasis (liver congestion) that I had with both of the boys will most likely show up again. It repeats 97% of the time. It doesn’t usually start until third trimester. However, it’s usually earlier and more severe each time but I did some dietary and herbal things with Carter and it started 3 weeks later and was much less severe than with Logan. The downside is, my diet to prevent the liver stuff is the opposite of what I’m doing (dietary-wise) to help with the placenta right now. Kind of a trade off, but I figure I have to be concerned with keeping myself pregnant long enough before I need to work on preventing a potential complication towards the end. Babies have anywhere from a 10-30% chance of dying with this, but we already know I develop this and watch for it. They watched me closely at the end of Carter’s pregnancy, which is why they took him early when things didn’t look good anymore.

The good points:
1. Despite a lot of risks right now, the good news is they are JUST RISKS at this point; nothing is actually wrong yet.
2. Circumvallate placenta gets missed often and that’s when tragedies tend to occur. We are fortunate Dr. Barton caught this. We know that if any bleeding occurs, Dr. Richey will be called right away and I would likely go to Providence in Anchorage. For women who aren’t aware of circumvallate placenta, they tend to go to an emergency room when they notice bleeding and are told everything looks fine on ultrasound and they get sent home. We know that won’t be our case. Also, when bleeding does occur, it is often not an emergency that requires the baby be born right away, although that is always a possibility. More often, it means hospital bedrest with constant monitoring, hopefully long enough to get steroids to develop baby’s lungs and then the baby’s born. Also, by knowing we have this going on, they’ve put me on restrictions to reduce my risk (no hiking, no fishing, no jogging, no inpatient work, etc.). Also, I’m thankful I don’t have a kiddo that needs picking up and that I’m not working full time so it’s easier to follow what Dr. Richey says. There is also a high incidence of the umbilical cord only having one vessel (should have three) with circumvallate placenta, but both Barton and Richey have confirmed that our baby’s cord has the normal 3 vessels.

3. If Dr. Barton (my OB) hadn’t picked up on the placental abnormality on ultrasound, we wouldn’t have seen the potential heart condition. This was not visible on Barton's ultrasound but I could see it right away at Dr. Richey’s (before she pointed it out). So, again, we’re aware, which could prevent something not turning out so well. If this develops into something, we would plan on our baby being born in Anchorage, rather than having a baby here and suddenly having a baby that unexpectedly gets ill and an emergency (and stressful) Medivac trip from our local hospital is needed.
4. Baby looks great. He/She is measuring ahead of gestational age and has no signs of anything being wrong and we’re going to assume that will remain the case until something in my body tells me otherwise. I feel more and more movement every few days and as soon as I put Ryan's hand there to feel it, baby goes still (a classic sign of a very healthy (and sneaky) baby).
5. Potential diet help. Like any typical western medicine doctor, Dr. Richey said there was nothing I could do to prevent the likelihood of placental abruption. I don’t really buy that; I think insurance doesn’t pay for prevention of things, therefore, doctors don’t spend a lot of energy learning about and sharing information on prevention. So, I did some research online and mostly found advice like “Stop smoking cigarettes” and “Stop using cocaine” to prevent abruption. So, while I was detoxing from all of my habitual drug use, I also found some information on Dr. Brewer’s diet, which has a lot of research to support its’ claim that there are far fewer placental problems (abruption, preeclampsia, etc.) with women who are on this diet, so I’m giving it a try. Basically it comes down to eating 80-100 mg of protein a day…so I’m now force feeding myself high protein foods every 2 hours. I don’t know if it’ll help, but if it gives me a chance that my placenta will hold on a little tighter, I figure I don’t have anything to lose! Also, because not all of the placenta is attached, the baby often doesn't get all of the nutrients the mom consumes anyway, so if I consume more than normal amounts of protein (which is what "builds a baby"), the baby has the best odds of receiving a lot of protein and "beefing up" a little. I’ve had placental abnormalities all 3 pregnancies, so apparently this is just something my body needs help with.

6. I believe in women's intuition. Up until my 18-week ultrasound with Dr. Barton, I told Ryan I had a really strong feeling this pregnancy and delivery would "go off without a hitch." That's my story and I'm stickin' to it...need I say more?
7. Lastly, the biggest bonus is that all odds are still very much in our favor. The liver condition I develop in pregnancy occurs in 0.5% of women. Circumvallate placenta occurs in 1-2% of women…and somehow I managed to develop something rare all 3 times. So although we have more risks than the normal pregnancy, we still have much greater odds of me going full term with no problems at all. Dr. Barton told me Logan’s conditions in utero “were not compatible with life” (we later found out my placenta had abrupted right at the cord insertion) and Carter “didn’t have one more day in there” and yet they’re both here and just fine, so everything was caught and remedied in time. I believe the same will happen this time as well.

I do not believe anything is happening to this baby that has not passed through God’s hands and His purpose will be served with this, regardless of outcome. It's very true that this is on our mind a lot, but we are not worried. Worry accomplishes nothing other than draining energy. We are hopeful we will still have a November baby, but are mentally prepared for an early baby and time in a NICU. Although that would be very hard on Ryan to manage two little boys and their school schedules alone along with his early work hours, it's something we'd deal with, obviously, if needed. In the meantime, I’m holding off on picking up any baby things just in case. Our possibilities of scenarios of how all this plays out fills the whole range from "perfectly normal" to "tragic".

I hope that helps those of you that seemed to have more questions than answers after my last post. Basically, we pray and we wait. It’s all in God’s hands, which is the best place for it.

Baby Update

Ryan and I went to the perinatologist today and got some great news. She was able to rule out "amniotic band syndrome," which was our biggest concern. If you do a search on this, be warned: it is not good bedtime reading...especially if you're pregnant. My placenta still has this large piece that stretches through the entire uterus (circumvallate placenta); in fact, baby apparently likes to rest his/her feet on it :). Not really a direct danger to the baby, thank goodness. It is a significant risk for bleeding and premature rupture of membranes so I'm not allowed to lift (good thing I don't have a one-year old this time around) and I'm not allowed to run/jog. Ryan joked that this got me out of going sheep hunting with him (as if I'm THAT crazy!).

She also found a heart defect, which she watched for about 5 minutes of the ultrasound. There's an extra "flap" in one of the atriums. It is possible it will stay nothing more than a flap or maybe even resorb a little into the wall of the atrium with growth. But, we have to see her again in August and see what it looks like then. If it closes off and makes a "third atrium", we have to see the perinatal cardiologist. Treatment ranges from doing nothing to heart surgery. Ick.

So, we are much relieved that I just have a placental abnormality rather than the other mentioned above. That was my greatest concern. Apparently, my body isn't capable of creating a normal placenta (at least not the first three times around!). For the time being, baby looks good and healthy. I have a feeling another c-section is in my future. Bummer.

Sorry no pics. Baby was shy, keeping his/her feet AND hands in front of face, so no good face shots and the rest is on DVD so it's hard to pick a good view...and I'm sure no one else likes to stare at those pictures as much as we do anyway!

Random Pregnant Thoughts...

Another doctor's appointment today, ultrasound included. This visit marks my 18th week, which I'm hoping is NOT my halfway point this time around. I have actually gained 2 pounds now, which is 6 weeks earlier than I gained weight with the boys, so that's a good thing.




Baby looked good...measuring about a week to a week and a half "ahead" of gestational age. However, our doctor did find one "prominent, curious finding" so we'll be going to Anchorage to see the perinatologist in the near future to get her opinion. Hopefully it will just be something we have to "watch". What's a pregnancy without a little glitch here or there? :)



Logan likes looking at the ultrasound pictures; he said the baby looks "like an ear." He's kinda right. Then, of course, there's Ryan asking the doctor who the baby looks like and what color eyes he/she has.

Ryan and I have a feeling this baby is a girl. And, because I love to sew but never know WHAT to sew, I'm going to start making baby girl stuff. If we are blessed with another boy, the crisis pregnancy center can benefit from a donation from me, I guess.

No major movement from baby yet - a few flutters here and there and one good "thump" or two each day. Sure was moving around lots on the ultrasound, though. So according to an old wives tale for determining due date, those first movements would put me due the week of Nov. 9th. I can't wait to stick my tongue out at those of you that voted for October on our poll (though I think one of the voters was Ryan - he said I have a "track record." Hmph. I'll show him).

I still don't look pregnant most of the time. It's a little bit noticeable for about 2 hours after I eat, but if I lie flat on my back, it all disappears. First thing in the morning, we can feel a little head for a moment or two; must be taking a morning stretch! Even though this baby is pretty little yet, it still seems unreal that a perfectly formed human being is in there...it amazes me every time.

Overall, I really enjoy being pregnant (minus the nausea, of course, but I haven't yet met anyone that LIKES vomiting!). Granted, I felt pretty worthless when I was puking and exhausted, but I guess that's a self-esteem issue. I was much more ill and exhausted with this baby than with the other two. I'm not sure if it's because I'm older this time around, already chasing two kids, or I'm just more of a wimp than I recognized with the boys. One funny thing about this pregnancy is I have a very strong desire to sleep flat on my back...which isn't recommended when you're pregnant and I've NEVER been a back sleeper in my life. I also am craving salt...so peanuts and sunflower seeds are frequently in my possession. Funny how a 5-inch little bumpkin is calling the shots already!

Carter is our baby lover, as demonstrated by visiting his cousin, Madyson last week (pic down below). Logan doesn't really pay much attention. He's more concerned with knowing EXACTLY how many days until this new baby gets here (we have difficulty wrapping our brain around the concept that this is impossible to determine). He also wants to know HOW the baby gets out, which he's been satisfied with pretty simple answers thus far (keeping our fingers crossed). Ryan tends to leave the room when that question comes up. Coward. I'm sure Logan will be up close and personal to figure out the whole nursing process in the future. Maybe I should warn his kindergarten teacher about upcoming anatomy lessons he's sure to share with everyone.

We just got back from our week-long trip to Montana. Not nearly enough time with Grandma and our nieces, but it's nice to not live out of a suitcase for a while too. I'm pretty sure this is our last hassle-free airline trip for a while. The boys are pretty easy to travel with, now that we don't need to bring much with. Traveling with a baby requires a lot more hassle, especially with multiple other children, so we'll see when our next adventure takes place. Here's a few highlights from Montana:

Carter on the train ride in Helena. This kid could spot any train or train tracks in the entire state. He's VERY obsessed with trains...

...too bad he couldn't make it for the whole hour-long ride.

We went to Butte to pick up cousin Caitlyn for a few days. Logan and Caitlyn were inseparable for six days. Logan even got teary-eyed when it was time to go. As I recall, there wasn't even a single fight between the two of them the entire time.

The kiddos showing off their blue taffy tongues.

...and five miles down the road they all looked cyanotic as they sat passed out, blue lips and all...

Carter, Carter's tongue, and Madyson

Caitlyn testing out her new baby stuff I made for her. Every baby was "really, really poopy", required all four wipes to get clean and immediately needed to be changed again as soon as the new diaper was on. I wonder if she'll enjoy diaper changing this much when she's a mommy???

Caitlyn's baby diaper bag, filled with 4 cloth wipes in a wipes container, changing pad, 6 diapers, 2 bibs and a blankie. Very fun to make.

Caitlyn's purse. I was happy to see it coordinated nicely with the pink sunglasses she wore EVERYWHERE!

Madysons' shopping cart cover. I made one for Logan when he was a baby, but this one was much cooler; it folded into its' own attached bag and the seatbelt became a strap so it frees up mommy's hands to carry other stuff. Our munchkin will be getting one of these.

Uncle Ryan is such a pro with babies now. I love how she hooks her finger on her nose as she sucks her thumb. She's a very sweet baby.

After parting from Caitlyn, we headed back to Helena for a couple more days with Grandma. I haven't ever seen a playground like this in Alaska...

Our tightrope walker perfecting his skills for his upcoming circus career.

Of course, the picture of the kids sitting nicely with Grandma turned out blurry, but THIS one was fine. Go figure. There goes our chances of having people think our kids are well-behaved.

This sums up how we all felt after the long trip home.

Confessions of a real (bad) mother

I was reading some pregnancy things online and came across a few comments/questions of first time moms-to-be. It caused me to reflect on the things I've learned since I became a mom over five years ago.

There are things I thought I knew...and then found out I really didn't know anything.

There are certain aspects of parenting I expected to be hard, but they weren't.

There are also things I never saw coming...and I'm still reeling from the shock.

There are a whole list of things I thought the "lazy" and "irresponsible" moms did...and I've done a lot of them (which either means my assessment of them was a little off...or I'm "lazy" and/or "irresponsible.").

And so, in an attempt to avoid coming across as phony to anyone, I have developed my list of confessions:

1. I use the TV as a babysitter...to take a shower without interruption, to make a meal in peace, or to regain my sanity. Whatever the reason, it usually works well and I'll continue to use it.

2. As a mom of two little boys, their hands are most often found up their nose or down their pants...and I don't make them wash their hands everytime I catch them or we might as well move into a bathroom permanently. No need to worry; they rarely prepare food around here.

3. There are times I haven't fed my kids a vegetable...for days at a time.

4. I don't ache for my kids when I'm away from them. I miss them, but definitely do NOT physically hurt from being away from them. Uninterrupted time and conversation with my husband and girlfriends are rare occurrances and I enjoy my time away from my kids...and am completely without guilt. To be honest, I think it's healthy for me. I was way too obsessed about ever being away from Logan for the first nine months of his life. I thought a "good mom" always desired to be with her kids. Having a date with my husband makes ME happier, makes US happier and therefore, provides a better home for our kids.

5. There are moments...many moments...that I count the minutes until bedtime. Not to be rid of my kids, but just to have time alone. For me, some days are less about teaching life lessons and more about surviving to a new day (or allowing them to). Despite this, I still don't miss working at a "real job."

6. There are things I thought I'd never say as a mom, such as "Because I'm the mom...don't ask me "why?"" and "Carter, get your tongue out of your nose" (yup - it's long enough; we've got pictures for proof).

7. I don't like to play; that's what Dad is for. I'll read, color, make crafts, nurse a baby all night, change diapers, do laundry, play games, give haircuts and sing to them...but I don't like to play.

8. Before I had kids and when my babies were actual babies, I was much more judgmental of other parents. I frequently would observe other children and think "My kid will NOT do that" and "If the parents would just..." Well, guess what? Babies are very sweet until about a year and a half and then they flip a switch. I have no idea what the "terrible twos" are; the ages of three and four were my challenge both times around. I've also learned that even when you do everything right, kids misbehave because they're kids. Otherwise, they wouldn't need us so long. Now, when I see a kid pitching a fit in a store, I see the parents with empathy (and sometimes pity) cuz I've been there, done that. Kids have bad days and so do parents.

9. There are times when I have yelled at my kids...undeservingly...and repeatedly...in the same day.

10. I love to get advice from other moms, rather that asssuming I've got all the answers (quite the change from when Logan was first born and my "I'll do it myself" attitude). Sometimes one mom can take 10 seconds to mention how they dealt with something and it'll be the one thing that works with my kid too. I am no longer too proud to seek advice from someone who's already survived this stage with kids and might have some valuable insight,whether I agree with their parenting style or not.

11. I love to hear when other mothers tell about the things they struggle with...especially when they're the same as mine. I don't think for one minute that any mom has it all together at all times. Motherhood is extremely rewarding, but also monotonous at times. Not every diaper change is "cute" and not every middle-of-the-night feeding is "precious." Sometimes the daily battles wear a person down and I don't think pretending otherwise is genuine.

12. I wish I could pee alone. Just once.

13. The adjustment from one baby to two was much more difficult than adjusting to the first baby, for me anyway. The thought of being outnumbered after we have this baby scares me. Really.

14. I used to think I was tough. I'm definitely not. I've cried from being deleriously tired. I have felt completely defeated by the two little people living in this house. My heart has broken over having to discipline my kids. I have depended on my kids using a swing...and a pacifier. I definitely would not have survived the 3-month trip across country in a covered wagon without the portable DVD player.

15. I'm a biased mother. I'll admit your kid is cute and funny, but not as cute and funny as mine (sorry).

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16. I do not try to build my kids' self-esteem. My greatest ambition is to build my children's relationship with God and to encourage their self-worth. I would rather my children learn the consequences for poor choices while the price is small (i.e. losing a toy for a day, missing a birthday party) than to build their self-esteem and avoid the teaching them responsibility and have them learn the lesson later in life when the price is much higher. And although it might hurt my feelings to follow through sometimes, I want my kids to learn there are consequences for their actions. I don't want them to go through life thinking Mommy and Daddy will rescue them everytime something bad happens. They won't get to keep their job because their boss wants them to "feel better" and they will lose friends if they act like a jerk, even if it hurts their feelings. I think they need to learn that life isn't fair...because it isn't. (Hold on...I think Social Services is at the door...)

17. My greatest struggle with being a mom is my selfishness. I love being alone...and it'll be another 20 years before I get that need fulfilled on a regular basis.

18. I taught my first child to swear. Logan was less than two, Carter a tiny baby. Both were sick and had been up most of the night. Ryan was just getting Logan to settle down on the couch and Carter had just fallen asleep. I crawled into bed when I heard the dog puking. I walked into the kitchen and said "Aspen, where did you (step in puke here)..." "DAMMIT, dog!" Logan popped up on the couch and began singing "Dammit, dog. Dammit, dog." And although I could see Ryan's shoulders shaking from laughter, he was wise to stifle it so it wasn't audible.

I said nothing to Logan, but simply replaced "dammit" with "silly" the next day each time he started to repeat it. I don't think I've sworn since.

19. I love that my boys are now old enough to be a little self-sufficient. They can wake up, go get their own cheerios, grapes and a water cup and play together while I lay in bed for an hour (sometimes longer). THEN, I get up and act like a mother and make them a real breakfast and start the day. My kids don't starve and I get to sleep in until 6:30 (maybe even 7:00). Maybe that makes me neglectful, but the three of us have happy mornings, so I'm gonna stick with this plan a little longer.

20. I need my husband. I depend on him. I could NOT do this alone.

Out digging for clams. Carter collected rocks. Logan scouted for the "dimples." I supervised. I'm not one for glamour, but I hate getting dirty.

Carter cherishing his "favorite rocks" for the day.

Taking care of business in the great outdoors (right after nap, hence the pull-up still on). Oh, to be a boy.

Carter trying to run by the sprinkler without getting wet.

Logan thinking he can "duck" to avoid the water.

Logan sporting his drenched t-shirt for his sprinkler efforts.

And yet another change of clothes needed for the day...

Catching up

I heard a comment from a certain Grandma that I hadn't updated our blog in a while. In my defense, my lack of energy leaves me pretty worthless most of the day. I'm starting to liven up a little, but still manage to nap most days (one of the perks of older kids that I did NOT experience while I was pregnant with Carter).

Saw the Dr. again today...baby's heartrate was 160, so that "predicts" a girl. To answer the infamous question: NO, we are not finding out ahead of time if we're having a boy or a girl. We decided to have another baby because we wanted another baby, not to merely try for a girl. Someday I'd like to balance the baseball and Lightning McQueen with with ballet slippers and Cinderella. But we're happy to have two boys that beat the odds with the curveballs that pregnancy throws our way and we're praying for the same results with this baby.

Carter talking to his egg; this kid's imagination is like nothing I've ever seen. He can create an entire drama with his hand and a pencil eraser.

Our "kinda mad" face.

Logan actually participates in soccer this year (as opposed to watching airplanes and picking dandelions like last year). He has a definite defensive strategy as he waits back from the "mob" of kids chasing the ball and really defends the goal. He's also VERY up to date on the score, of which he informs the ref and the entire opposing team after each and every goal. Not sure how much longer that'll be considered "cute" by the other team...

Logan was a tightrope walker in his preschool's Circus program. He even had to pretend to ALMOST fall.

Lastly, we have our most recent injury report of the household. We were at the neighbor's house and Logan was rolling a short log around. He attempted to push it up a little hill...he slipped...and caught the log with his mouth. Bloody lips and tongue but all teeth are accounted for.

After some tylenol, a story and a little snuggle time with Mom on the couch, he fell asleep for the night. And not to worry...he found his own method of "soothing" himself as well...

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Such is a common scene in a house with two little boys.

Oh, boy!!! (or girl...)

Meet Baby Magee #3

Had our first appointment a week ago. As our OB put it: "Baby definitely has a face ONLY a mother could love...kinda resembles insect larvae at this point." Must get that from Ryan's side of the family. Guess we'll see who he/she resembles in November...

Brotherly Love

Ever since Logan started preschool in January, Carter is definitely lonely. By the time we get home from picking Logan up, it's time for lunch and then Carter's nap. So on Fridays (Logan doesn't have school) I tend to let Carter skip his nap because they play together really well all day long and I don't have the heart to break it up...until today.

While the boys were playing with trains on the kitchen floor, I was doing what any doting stay-at-home mom would do...check e-mail.

Suddenly, I hear a very loud shriek from Logan...followed by absolutely NO remorse from Carter.

These pictures were taken about 5 hours after the fact. We now have a complete imprint of Carter's bite.

So, while Logan has a mark on his cheek...Carter has a different mark on his...uh..."cheeks." Needless to say, Carter's napping now.