grumpies

Little guy is still grumpy. I finally took him in to see the Dr. (Have I mentioned before that we love our small town Dr office?) He must have heard the Dr threaten to give an 'IV' because not long after we got home he decided to start having wet diapers again and had 3 in a row just 2 hours before he was going to have to make a trip to the hospital for dehydration. Whew. My house is still a mess. Threats are not working on it. It is most definitely not cleaning itself up. I'm one of 'those' moms already. But come on, the appworld is genius. B loves the ones that sing songs to him. (Sorry. This mama can only take so many renditions of 'The Ants Go Marching' before she goes crazy.) {cb}h is slow for the winter. But its keeping me plenty busy anyhow. B will be 12 weeks old soon. I cant imagine prepping to go back to work outside of the house right now. I mean I would be missing all the big deal things like holding himself up during tummy time. He started doing that a week ago. This picture is old. I wanted to get a picture of him doing it when he was a little happier. And a not iPhone picture of it. But have I mentioned B is still grumpy?

PS- BP! Yes, those are the jammies! THANKSSOMUCH! :)

The house is a mess.

We've got a little guy that's not feeling so great. 

The last few days have been rough for him (and his mama and daddy who aren't used to being up all night like we had to be Thursday night). 

So he's getting lots of extra cuddles (because that's about the only way he'll sleep) and the dishes are getting lots of extra piling up in the sink time.

I'm completely okay with that (what's that poem....'quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep. I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep').

But right now (with a view of one tired daddy resting on the couch with one sweet boy cuddled up sleeping on his chest) when I actually have a chance to clean, I'm way too exhausted to (so I blogged instead.. hmmm).

I did start to clean off the computer desktop though.

Until I got distracted by these pictures. They're from about 5 weeks ago. B's grumpy face in it is one we've seen the last couple days again. Not his usual super smiley self but we're still oh so in love with the little guy!

(And I'm sure he loves Maren too. Even though he isn't showing it in these pictures... haha)

10 Weeks

Our little guy is 10 weeks old today! He's still growing like crazy! He has been doing really well sleeping through the night. A lot of times he sleeps 8 1/2 hours but he's done 10 hours a few times which was amazing! If only we could learn to go to bed when he does (you know... like right now instead of blogging!), we'd be in great shape! He's becoming so social. He loves being sang to and tries to move his mouth to sing along with you. His favorite songs are 'Jesus Loves Me' and 'Oh My Stars.' He was introduced to some music greats this week (you know... MC Hammer & Vanilla Ice...). He is starting to copy facial expressions which is really cute. He loves being read to. His favorite book is 'Elephant and Mouse.' He loves when the elephant says 'EEEK!' in the story. He will do tummy time for longer periods of time now and seems to actually enjoy it rather than just tolerate it. He is still a snuggle bug and loves being held close, balled up on your chest. He is starting to react more often to more people than just daddy and me- he is giving Kylie the biggest of smiles now too. And of course he is still never far from Sophie. Wow those 10 weeks have gone fast!

Baby Wearing

Two baby posts in a row? Am I really turning into a mommy blogger?

Since the post sharing a page from B's scrapbook, I've had several people ask me about the wrap picture. Two of whom were shocked to see me baby wearing. I promise I haven't turned into a breast feeding, baby wearing hippie. Even though I'm breast feeding, baby wearing, and wearing hippie looking headbands. 

Ahem. 

Back to the wraps.

I know it looks like a Moby but given our new financial state you know R isn't letting me buy one of those things (oh but I tried, I really did!). 

I did have enough budget money to make a couple wraps though. 

Here's what I did- (I promise you can do it too. All you need is fabric and a pair of scissors!)

Purchase 5-6 yards of jersey knit fabric (might be called t-shirt knit, jersey knit, stretchy knit). This stuff goes on sale ALL the time. I got mine for $2.50/yard and purchased 5.5 yards (I'm 5'10" tall). 

Next I used sheers to cut the fabric in half length wise. 

And that's it! For less than $15 you have two baby wraps! 

You don't need to do any sewing but if I had a serger (please, Santa?) I might have serged the edges in a contrasting color. 

Who am I kidding?  I wouldn't have found time to do that. But you might want to!

Happy baby wearing, hippie friends!

Stocking Up

I don't think I have any guy readers but just in case- fellas, this post is not for you.

The nesting bug finally hit me (just a little bit late don't ya think?) and I've been cleaning out closets. While doing this I noticed I have an entire closet shelf full of baby shower gift bags. If I were smart I would have wrapped Christmas presents in them this year (they'd forgive me if I pulled the 'just had a baby' card right?). But I'm saving them for another purpose.

Enter: stocking up on BM (no, not that BM, breast milk!).

I've seen lots of ways to store breast milk but in my humble opinion this is the best. I can't take credit for it. I saw it somewhere long before B was born but for the life of me I can't find where.

Anyway, here's the trick:
-Use a bag with a base the same size as your milk bags.
-Cut a rectangle at the bottom of one of the sides on the bag.
-Put your milk in the gift bag.

When you're ready to use it, pull a bag out of the rectangle at the bottom. You'll be using the oldest milk first without having to dig through it checking dates.

Genius, right?

(Bonus tip- lay your fresh milk flat until it freezes before putting it on top of the frozen milk. It stacks up prettier this way and I'm guessing it's better for your milk too. Though I can't prove that last part.)

Happy stocking up!

PS- don't miss my last post. It links up to the Take Heart special!

Recording, Taking Heart, Loving

I know I just posted that I would be blogging less but little guy has been loving the sleep lately and I've been using my 'me time' to record memories. My goal is to stay current on his scrapbook pages so when he turns a year (yikes) I wont be scrambling to record a years worth of memories. So here's a page of life from right now.

Also, if you could take a minute and check out the {cb}h Valentine special I'd sure appreciate it. Last year my friends and {cb}h clients gave so generously to the Take Heart special. I cant wait to see what you do this year! (And yes, you can definitely give even if you don't want to purchase Valentines!) Thanks in advance for your loving heart!



Ahhh... LOVING. Did you see it there? It keeps following me around like it's my word of the year or something....

"Nothing you do in this world will ever matter unless it is about loving God and loving the people He has made." -Francis Chan

Keep spreading the love, y'all!

Thankful Thursday

I can't help but to feel incredibly blessed whenever I snuggle this little guy. Or whenever I see him or think about him for that matter. Yup. That means I'm feeling incredibly blessed 24/7 these days. Sigh.

Be Here Now

I'd be blogging more (you know, from the blogger app I finally downloaded) but I have this fear that when B is old enough to draw a picture of his family he'll draw his mommy and daddy with iPhones in their hands. I'd rather he draw a picture of us reading him a book or playing games, tossing a ball or holding hands so I'm putting the phone down and rarely checking it these days. 

I'm busy being here right now. 

But with a cutie like B to be here with, you cant blame me, right?

Bloglovin

Since I'm pretty much only at the computer to edit these days, I've been falling behind on all my favorite blogs. I tried to at least keep up with a few of them by my blog list on the right sidebar over there ➡ but for some reason blogger stopped letting me check the dot blogspot version of my blog (has it done that to you too?). So enter bloglovin. I put the app on the iPhone and I have to say... On a Monday morning when all the blogs started updating, it was a beautiful thing. It lets me read a quick overview and head right on over to the blog if I want. Do you use bloglovin? Is your blog on there? If its not you need to add it so I can stay caught up on your blog!
And now that I've re-entered the world of blog reading... What are your favorite blogs??
Happy Monday!

Blogging on the go

Ok so I'm not really on the go right now but this is my first blogpost from the couch. C/o the blogger iPhone app. Test 1 2......

And an iPhone picture test......


Hopefully this works!


And now I'm off to check out the bloglovin app. Anyone use that one?

Clothes and Such

Can you tell I've got a growin' boy? He's been sleeping (a lot!) and I've had time to blog a little!

So I thought I should take the opportunity to blog about something really important. Like clothes. :)

Does anyone know of any postpartum style blogs? I'd sure like to see a postpartum, breastfeeding new mom run a nice style blog. Preferably one with my body shape (this new one- the one I don't recognize and don't know how to dress!). I was talking to a stylish mom the other day and we were talking about how hard it is to dress around nursing. Sure, I invested in a few nursing tanks while still pregnant thinking I would be good... but I had no idea how much it would really change the way I dress. I took my Christmas money to hit the clearance racks this week to try to find some things that would work. (I figured everyone was tired of seeing me rotate through the same two tops.) It was so hard! It's much harder to shop for suitable nursing clothes than it was to shop for suitable maternity clothes. What am I missing?!?! How did I not anticipate this?


Here's what I've learned so far.....

1.) The tanks and cardis I thought I would pull off do NOT work. They were cute when that little belly bump was all baby... now that it's just fat the belly clinging tanks aren't so cute. (I learned this the hard way after not one but two nephews asked if I had another baby in my belly!)

2.) Button downs make for easy access and are great.... unless they're silk. (Am I the only one that gets milk on all my clothes?)

3.) If the only two tops you are currently wearing are flowing and nothing else is working in the fitting room... just buy 10 more flowy tops... you're bound to get one that your friends say 'look like you.' (Thanks, girls!) (Oh and I'm not really serious on this one.... I was just desperate at this point!)

4.) A flowy, loose knit sweater (no matter how cute) probably ranks pretty close to the silk in practicality. There's all kind of catchy things for it to snag on now that baby is in tow.

5.) Do not, never ever, no matter what, even if you're excited that your old jeans fit again post a postpartum picture of yourself on facebook. You will get unsolicited messages for wet loss systems and body wraps. What am I doing being facebook friends with these people?! Ha... Just kidding... (sort of).

(The picture that started the unsolicited, might as well be hate mail messages...... )

So I'd like to know.... breastfeeding mamas- how do you do it?! What are your style tips? When will I start loving scarves again??? I need to know!!

A Birth Story | Beckett Dane

Throughout our pregnancy, we often guessed and wondered when our baby would be born. We talked about what we might be doing when we realized it was 'time.' It was fun to guess what day we might be marking on the calendar for years to come.
Also throughout the pregnancy, our little baby had established a pattern. He was very active late at night, finally falling asleep at midnight. And he was very active early in the morning, waking his mama up at 4:30am. When fall back happened, those times switched to 11pm and 3:30 am respectively. (Keep that in mind for later in the story.)

On Thursday, November 10th, we headed to our routine prenatal appointment. With early signs of preeclampsia, they had been keeping a close eye on my blood pressure and protein levels. At this particular visit I was dilated 1 and 30% effaced with the highest blood pressure I'd had to date. Our OB sent us straight to the hospital. It was looking as though we would be induced but as the maternity ward was filling up fast (due to the full moon or the mom's wanting 11/11/11 babies?) the hospital deemed our case non-emergency and discussed sending us home with our Dr. After a long (LONG) wait that took us late into the evening, we were sent home (no room at the inn!).

I had constant cramping and bleeding from that point on. I was certain I was in pre-labor but I had heard so many times that when the cramping was real contractions "I would just know." Since I had painful contractions in July, I assumed this was not the real deal.
Finally, Saturday night (okay, Sunday morning) at 3:09 am, I called the OB. The constant cramping was enough to keep me awake at night and I needed to know what was up with it! She said I should "probably" go in to the hospital. Since we had been sent in several times and always came home without our baby in our arms, I decided PROBABLY didn't sound real promising so I laid back down. Just 20 minutes before my normal wake up call from baby.

At 3:27 am (right on schedule) I was awakened again by baby H- only this time it was with my water breaking. Laying in bed I felt the 'trickle.' As I got into the bathroom, it was more obvious. I grabbed the amniotest swab and right away it turned green (though I didn't have the results sheet to look at so I wasn't sure what green meant). I called the Dr and she said, "Let's try this again- you NEED to get into the hospital. Go now!"

I woke up R and told him what was going on. "ARE YOU SURE?" he asked. Well, no. I wasn't SURE as my water had never broke but given the situation.... yes, I was pretty sure. ;) We both examined the situation (that's all the details you are getting there.. ha) and decided maybe we should head in. R decided to take a shower first. I finished packing and picked up a little around here. After we made the bed I was getting ready to wash the dishes in the sink when I realized if this baby didn't come out within so often of my water breaking I would need a C-Section. My attitude changed and we HAD to get to the hospital.

We headed in to get checked in. At this point it was nearing 5 am. (Keep in mind we've been checked in to the maternity floor a few times by this point so we were pretty familiar faces around there.) This time they sent us straight to labor and delivery. They quickly gowned me up and deemed us "keepers." It was really about to happen!



Looking at the photo of me arriving in the delivery room, I remember how I felt walking in there. I was a wife, a sister, a daughter, a friend. And I was a mom. But not in the sense that I was about to be a mom. It's one thing to be a mom and carrying your sweet baby around in your belly, but standing there in that room at that moment, I could not imagine just how much my life would change that day and just how different the word mom would soon feel to me.


But I'm getting ahead of myself.


Around 5 am, I was gowned up and hooked up to the machines. My IV was in and all systems were go. I was having enough contractions to be picked up by the monitor (though they still weren't painful) but they weren't moving too fast yet.


In my 'birth plan,' I said I did not want pitocin (I had heard labor hurts more with it), I did not want an epidural too soon (I didn't want it to slow things down) and I did not want an episiotomy (I didn't want the recovery involved).


At 5:45 am, I was started on pitocin. At this point, the alternative discussed was my labor not moving fast enough and ultimately resulting in that C-Section I didn't want so the pitocin didn't sound so evil.


Once I was on it, things started moving pretty quickly. At 7:20 am, we contacted our doula and contractions were picking up. Before too long, I was dilated to 5. R had been doing some great work on my back and I tried sitting on the birth ball. That combined with the pain shots that started at 9:00am and I wasn't struggling too bad. 

By 9:30, I was getting pretty uncomfortable. Rusty spent a lot of time holding me close and praying. He was a rockstar! But I went ahead and got a second pain shot. It made me feel well enough to send Rusty off to eat. I even sat up and read my Karen Kingsbury book I had been wanting to finish before baby's arrival. It didn't last long and by 9:45 I needed R back. Now! With some cold compresses and pressure, I was feeling well enough to rest in between contractions and R was reading, "The Power of a Praying Parent" to me. Our Dr arrived at 9:50 and said everything was looking great!

By 10:55 am all of the pain meds were wearing off and I started throwing up. Our doula kept telling us that this was a good sign! I felt well enough to eat after vomiting so I kept sneaking snacks. I remember eating some granola bars and fruit snacks but I was insistent that Rusty eat the red fruit snacks so they wouldn't think there was blood in my vomit. (I don't know if that was silly or not?) Our nurse, Laurel, was the most amazing nurse and was completely cool with me sneaking the snacks. She was great at turning her head and 'not knowing' a thing was going on. :) She did bring me some popsicles which weren't bad and hospital jello which was horrible. Rusty kept working on the back pressure points (he really was a rockstar!).

At 11:00 Laurel (seriously, the best labor and delivery nurse we could have asked for!) asked if I was ready for the epidural. I knew I wanted one but I really felt great in between contractions so I didn't want it yet if it was going to slow things down. She suggested calling it in anyway so it was there when I was ready for it. I'm so glad she did.

I was starting to get pretty uncomfortable. I was hot and the cold compresses were feeling good. The only problem with them was that I kept using them to wipe myself up- I did not like feeling dirty on one of the biggest days of my life so vomit, sweat, and all other bodily fluids were getting wiped up as quickly as I could. I was told later that we ended up going through about 20 washcloths.... oops! They kept having to replace them from the laundry cart. By 11am I was already dilated to 9cm.


When Laurel had said things could start moving quickly.... 'quickly' turned out to be an understatement. By the time my epidural (finally) arrived (at 11:48am) I was dilated to 9 1/2. At this point they said I was close enough to deliver without it. However, also at this point I NEEDED that epidural 10 MINUTES AGO. ;) They went ahead and gave me the epidural. (I've had SEVERAL people tell me they thought you couldn't have an epidural that late. The nurses all told me that was a myth and that you can get an epidural anytime before the baby crowns. I have no education in this area but I do know they gave me an epidural at this point!) We were SO happy to see that epidural tray arrive!


At 11:50 am they did a test run of the epidural and at 11:55 am they did the actual epidural. I am told that R and I were rock steady and we didn't waiver a bit. I have no memory whatsoever of the epidural being painful at all. I remember watching videos of it done and being told that it hurts- honestly I don't even remember it going in. I had my head buried on R's chest and I remember focusing all of my energy into the point where my head met his chest and before I knew it they said they were done. The worst part of the epidural was the chills I started getting afterwards. 





By 12:10 I was feeling great again and I remember being so relaxed and happy and excited about what was about to happen. R finally let me start telling what B's name was! It was fun to start saying it out loud to other people. At 12:45 R started calling the people that I wanted to call. Originally we thought it would just be R & I in the labor and delivery room and we wouldn't call anyone until B was 2 hours old. Well when it came down to it I was so excited I wanted my mom and a best friend there. Jen showed up around this time and I was so excited to see her. I felt so loved and honored that she would come spend this amazing day with us. She is an awesome support (and also an awesome photographer. She grabbed my camera and got some amazing shots of the day). She was exactly what I needed! 


At 1pm, they had me practice push. I felt so unprepared going into this part but Dr. Kemp-Glock (our favorite OB!) and Laurel (the amazing nurse!) were so awesome. They had me push. And push. And push. In between pushes we joked around and I showed off my 'push present' to myself (my new boots!). :) By 1:55, my mom had shown up. My older sister brought her. We all thought they would wait in the waiting room but to everyone's surprise (I think even they were surprised) they stayed. Mom kept saying she didn't want to but she did anyway. Ha. It was the first birth (other than us 5 kids) that my mom witnessed. B's a pretty special baby to get that stat!
Everyone started telling me they could see B's hair but they all kept telling me different colors... I heard blonde, black, brown, red. I was getting frustrated with this and told them to knock it off until they could tell me for sure! (I figured they were just making it up since they couldn't agree on the color) It's funny because B is currently 2 months old and we STILL don't know what color his hair is. Ha! It definitely looks different colors depending on the light (and how clean or greasy it is...ha).
By 2:53 I was so tired of pushing and ready for the show to get on the road so I had my mom come over to the bedside. She prayed over us. Rusty gave me my beautiful push present (my necklace!). And all of a sudden it was time to deliver! 

At 3:10, I had the strangest fluttering, kicking, moving sensation way low. Dr. Kemp-Glock said B was getting in his last kicks and was ready to make his way into the world! I was really, really, really tired of pushing by this point. Everyone kept talking about B's head and the Dr. talked me into reaching down to feel it. I completely did not want to. They had to talk me into it but I finally did. Ohmygoodness it was one of the most amazing things ever to feel my baby on the outside of my body for the first time ever. I remember the love that flooded over me at that moment and I cant imagine I had to be talked into doing it. 
At 3:25 pm Dr. Kemp-Glock tells me that I can push for 20 more minutes or she can do a small episiotomy and I can have my baby in my arms after the very next push. I was so conflicted on what to do and asked everyone for the right answer! Finally I said OK let's do it! Literally she snipped a tiny cut and his head slipped right out at 3:26pm! (OH if I'd only known it was 'that easy' I would have had the episiotomy a lot sooner! Ha) They have me stop pushing, they get him ready and with one more easy push, our perfect baby boy entered the world at 3:27pm. 





I can't describe with words what happened after that. They laid this perfect little miracle that I had dreamed about for so long on my chest and he was mine. R&I just stared at him. I remember thinking, "OH so that's who you are." And just like that he was our little man and it felt like he had always been here. It's amazing how fast that bond happens, how fast that connection begins. And how fast you forget what being a family of two felt like.







Rusty cut his umbilical cord at 3:29pm. My mom came over to meet her newest grandson. At 3:32 Laurel took Beckett to check his vitals. Rusty followed that baby as close as he could! His vitals were great- an 8.5 Apgar at birth and a 9 soon after. He weighed in at 7lbs 4oz and was 21.5in long!

I have no idea what was going on with myself at this time. I'm told they delivered the placenta and stitched me up but I honestly don't remember it.  



At 3:42, Rusty gets to hold Beckett for the first time. This moment was one of my very favorite moments of the day. Seeing his face in this moment was amazing. The only other time I ever remember seeing so much emotion in Rusty's face was when we were married. It was magical to see him transform into a daddy right in front of my eyes. This is when my happy tears started! 

At 3:54, I (finally!) got Beckett back into my arms. We got him latched on right away and I was so proud of my little champ! At some point in the day my dad had shown up at the hospital. (It was by chance that he happened to be in Des Moines when all this was going on and by chance that he was able to make it. I'm so glad it worked out this way because otherwise I'm not sure when he would have been able to meet B!). He (not so) patiently waited outside the door and was finally let in at 4:30 when B was finished eating. He was a pretty proud papa. My mom and dad both got to hold the little guy before we got ready to head down to postpartum. 



I was on cloud nine and feeling great until they got me out of bed to see if I could use the restroom. My blood pressure dropped, I turned green and just about hit the floor. They got me back into bed and I started getting chills. They covered me with heated blankets and put a catheter in before I could go downstairs. Once my levels were okay, they got me into the wheelchair and we got ready to check out of the delivery room. I am ALWAYS the one to check under the beds and around the bathroom sink (twice) before leaving a hotel room. That thought crossed my mind for half a second as Laurel asked if we got everything but my sweet baby boy was in my arms and that was all I was really concerned about leaving that room with. (I have no idea who packed everything up. And I do mean everything! We had a ton of stuff in there!


As they wheeled us down the hall, through the bright lights and over the bump into the elevator, my sweet little guy started fussing and right away with nothing more than my voice and my hands, I was able to sooth him. 

That's when I realized I was a mom. I was his mom.

And it was amazing.

The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. We went to the nursery (while we were in there Maddox showed up and got to see Beckett through the window) then back to the room where B had a room full of visitors. Once everything calmed down and our visitors were gone, the three of us laid in the hospital bed and 'Safe and Sound' came on the playlist. It was one of the most amazing moments of my life. Our little guy was here. He was in our arms. And he was indeed, safe and sound. God is SO good!






(This may be the longest blog post ever and I'm not going to proofread it right now. Sorry! Also, no I didn't remember those times. I had started a timeline on my iPhone but by 4:55 I had given that up. Thankfully, our doula Sara kept a great record of everything and shared it with me later. She (and everyone else that was a part of our amazing day) was awesome!)

Shots and Smiles

Happy TWO Months to the B-meister!
Can you believe it's been two months already since this sweet little guy was born? We sure cant!

He had his two month well baby check today. He had his immunizations, which he wasn't a fan of (who can blame him!!?), but the rest of it went well and he flashed his little smile a few times for his favorite Dr. (Who told us today she checks out our site. Ha! If you happen to see this post- hi, Hollie!) :)

Any guesses on how much the chunky monkey weighs??

13 lbs 6.5 oz! And he's 25 inches tall! He's in the 99% for height and 87% for weight. (I'm sure you guys all know but I didn't really know before B was born that the weight percentile is based off of their height so compared to most 2 month olds he weighs much more than them but compared to other babies at his height he is in the 87% for weight. If that makes any sense to ya! In other words, on the growth chart his weight is comparable to the 4 month olds, in clothes he is starting to wear 3-6 month old, and for medicine he takes the 4-11 month old dose. Yup. He's a big boy!)

He's smiling and talking all the time! I've been taking little videos of it here and there and R&I lay in bed at night watching them as I tell him about our day (you know when we should be sleeping!).

Speaking of sleeping.... we have some big news. I cant believe I didn't mention it in his last update post but he's been sleeping in his own crib now and it's been going great. In fact, last night he slept all night long. Did you hear that?? HE SLEPT THE ENTIRE NIGHT! Yes, that's definitely a first around here but one we could get used to!

We feel so blessed everyday to have this amazing little (big!) miracle in our lives! We love him to pieces!

An Update and an 8 Week Picture

There's so much I could say about this post that I wrote last year and was surprised by when it posted last week. I'll just say that we have been blessed beyond measure in the last year and we are so thankful for all of the opportunity that was thrown our way in 2010 and '11.

Speaking of '11, I'd like to do a recap post but it was such an amazing year that I don't know where I would begin! Maybe one day I'll get to one!

And you may have noticed (okay probably only my mom noticed) that we missed a 7 week picture. R had been asking when I was going to stop doing them EVERY week so I guess that was the accidental answer. He's grown so much since his 6 week picture though that we had to take an updated one before too much more time passed... so here is the little (not so little) guy at 8 weeks. His daddy often tells him there's no room left in those cheeks for anymore milk! But we think he makes a pretty cute little chubby baby!

A highlight since his last update is that he's added 3 states to his list of states he's visited. He was a great little traveler as we headed to OK for a family Christmas.
He's smiling more than ever and telling stories like crazy. He is content to entertain himself for longer periods of time because he's finally taking interest in toys. Sophie the giraffe is his favorite though he did spend a good 5 minutes telling stories to his elephant today.
He has outgrown some of his 0-3 and is wearing some 3-6. The outfit in this picture is a 3-6. One piece outfits don't work real well on his long little body but this one from Naartjie is an outfit R & I picked up on our anniversary trip last year and is one of the very few pieces of clothing we have ever bought the little guy.
He's starting to do tummy time for longer periods of time but if he goes a day without doing much of it, he is leery to start at it again.
Evenings have been rough for him lately. It may be awhile before we go to another game as the last one we went to he was wanting mama cuddles the whole time.
He's showing more and more of his little personality everyday. One of my favorite things that he does now is smile real big when seeing me or his daddy after not seeing us for a little bit. Melts my heart every time!!