I made this for him

I'm so glad he's totally into my crafts.

This will surely continue as he gets older.

Bad mom Vol. 2

Told ya there'd be more.

Well, bitty baby is 2 months old now and he had his Dr. appointment exactly on his two month birthday, last Wednesday. He's running a bit big which is fine with me except that I have to carry him everywhere. Here are the stats:

Weight: 12 lbs 10 oz - 75%
Height: 23 1/4 in - 70%
Head: I forget the exact number but 60%

I was thinking his head would be bigger? He seems pretty well proportioned though.

So for Logan's 2 month appointment he of course got a ton of vaccines. Oh the trauma.


We started with an orally administered one. The nurse was saying beforehand that some babies liked the taste and some babies hated it. With Logan being so happy cooing and gurgling she was betting he'd like the taste.


Here's hoping she's not a betting woman.


After the crying, gagging, and coughing was over it was time to pin him down for the shots. I'm sure you can imagine how that went. He reached a new level of loudness that I'd never heard and I about joined in with him when I glanced down and saw the little blood pools forming on his legs. I LOATHE getting shots myself so I could totally empathize with his pain. I still feel like I deserve a reward when I get a shot and don't cry.


I was worried that he would be super cranky after all that, but after a feeding and a short nap it seemed he had pretty much forgotten all.


Fast forward to later that night. We were getting Logan ready for his bath and discussing how to best get those band aids off. Mom and Dad thought to themselves we'll just get it over fast with the quick pull.


No. Mom thought that. Me, the mom, you know, the one with the intuition and stuff?


Tyson went along with it and in one swift yank we brought back all our baby's pain and agony and he wasn't as quick to forget this time. We snuggled and cuddled and tried to pacifier him up and then just stuck him in the bath to get it over with. This was where we added insult to injury by singing "If you're happy and you know it" and then dissolving into giggles because his face just wasn't showing it.


Poor baby.


An hour later we got him calmed down, fed, and in bed. I was gearing myself up for him to be fussy all night and wake up every hour or so wanting to be held.


Wrong again mom.


He slept 8 hours straight.

Might've had something to do with all that crying?

Brother/Uncle came!

Austin came to visit us from BYU for Thanksgiving. His visit was preceded with some questions via text:

A: Do you have towels?

M: What? Yes, of course we have towels.

A: Does Tyson have a pair of brown shoes I could borrow?

M: You could, but he wears a size 7 (Austin wears an 11)

I suppose he was packing at the time.

Logan loves him, although it's sometimes a love mingled with fear.

We decided a trip to the coast was in order. After a delicious visit to Tillamook where I conceded that my craving for their ice cream wasn't just a pregnancy thing, we went to exotic Cape Meares.

I tell you this as if you should know what it is.

It's pretty much some gorgeous cliffs.

And a lighthouse.

And the closest scenic point of interest next to, of course, Tillamook, my real reason for driving two hours away from home. Dang that ice cream, I can't get off it!

We stopped at the beach on our way out for no other reason than to say we were there and snap a quick picture. You can't tell here but Logan was not happy.

Maybe you can tell.

Overall, the trip was awesome except for that part where Logan decided he'd had it with his carseat and started to seriously lose it. The result of this was me nearly losing it and a 45 minute stop at home depot (the first place I saw off the freeway) where I ended up feeding him while sitting on the bathroom floor. But alas, we did make it home in the end.

p.s. I totally didn't expect so many awesome comments on the working out post, but I should have because you guys are awesome! Thanks so much for all the advice!

Here's the plan for now: I borrowed P90x from my brother in law (thanks Tad!) and I started it yesterday. So far so good! I like it because a) I can do it at home while the babe is asleep b) it has variety and room for improvement c) no one is around to laugh at me while I flop around the floor like a dying fish trying to do AB RIPPER X (spoken in an echoing man voice).

I do, however, fully plan to make Tyson do it when he gets home from work so I can laugh at him.

Thanksgiving

Well I did a terrible job photo documenting Logan's first Thanksgiving.

Shoot.

In a nutshell we used up our daily allotment of calories on breakfast, which consisted of cinnamon rolls, bacon, sausage, and orange juice. Then I shrugged my shoulders, called the day shot anyway and added extra butter to the dinner rolls I was making.

It was a pretty low key day at Tyson's parent's house with delicious food (have you ever had carrot souffle? It's amazing, gosh I love it), a game, and a blow out. The only thing this Thanksgiving was missing was an afternoon nap. Guess that's what happens when you have a kid.

You'll notice this Thanksgiving was joined by Brother John, Brother John, morning bells are ringing, morning bells are ringing, ding dang dong, ding dang dong...

His name isn't actually John. It's Austin.

But his middle name is John and since he is my brother I think of that song when I think of him so there you have it.

I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving!!

He'll get anything he wants with this one

Occasionally we have flashbacks to earlier baths.

And it makes us sad.

Life's hard.

Advice, anyone?

I was mid hallelujah/celebratory dance upon finding that an old pair of jeans fit (and by fit I mean zipped) when the button popped off. While the oldness of the jeans may have contributed to the button being loose, let's be honest, it had help.

*sigh*

It would seem that my vigorous regiment of breast feeding and eating leftover Halloween candy has taken me as far as I can go. It's time to get serious, folks.

Therein lies the dilemma. How do you work out with a kid at home? Ideally I would like to run. Somehow. So there are a few options; (1) run when Tyson gets home, (2) run with a jogging stroller, (3) get up early and run before Tyson leaves in the morning.

I would like to point out the flaws in each of these.

When Tyson gets home it is dark. And cold. But I'm not afraid of the cold. Or the dark but it does seem rather dangerous and Tyson doesn't want me doing it anyway. Strike one.

I don't have a running stroller which is a major flaw in plan 2 and with the thousands of dollars in medical bills that we are receiving each day (remind me to not have the next kid near Christmas) it doesn't seem wise to make extra purchases. Although now that I'm thinking of Christmas I suppose I could ask for a stroller but I just need so many other things (read: PANTS). Plus, from what I've read kids aren't supposed to be in those until they're 6 months old anyway. Strike two.

According to the wise words of Tyson his opinion on plan 3 is, "Do you really need to be more sleep deprived than you already are at this point in your life?"

NO. I. DON'T.

Strike 3.

Pass the Halloween candy.

But seriously, what should I do? I'm highly considering getting some workout videos so I can just stay inside but they can get so boring. Am I wrong? Then I suppose I could get a gym membership somewhere with a day care, but Logan is just so young for that! Or I could use the gym after Tyson gets home...

Help me.

The A difference between Tyson and Me

When Logan is looking particularly cute, or if it's a special day I work really hard to capture a good picture of him (well, within my totally limited and mediocre photography abilities).

Because of that I take many many pictures and discard ones like this...

and this...

before being satisfied with one like this. His eyes are open, it's in focus, and he looks cute. Done!

When Tyson takes a picture you usually only get one shot.

And if your son looks drunk on his first day of church? So be it.