What's up doc?

One health baby...that's what's up! 

Today was our two-month checkup and first round of vaccinations.  Ugh.  But our little guy was a super trooper (as long as we ignore one small hissy fit when we first arrived...and by small I mean so loud I could barely hear what the nurse was saying) and only cried for a few seconds after his shots.  Plus J took a long lunch break so he could go with us which means he got to hold Weston while he got poked and I didn't even have to watch.  Thanks daddy!

Weston now weighs 11 lbs. 10 oz. (55th percentile) and is 23.8 inches long (80th percentile).  Our baby is growing so fast!  The doctor says he's doing great and even told us...wait for it..."You're doing an awesome job."  Sigh...sometimes you just need someone to say it out loud...even if you're not entirely sure it's true. :)



On our way to the doc!  Could I love this little punkin' any more?  Doubtful.



Battle scars.

Hangin' out with big sister makes everything better...Dixie's not so sure. 
(I'm loving the little jelly rolls on his legs!)

Bonus:  Brother man has slept like a champ all afternoon.  And check out those eyelashes.  I die.

Does anything feel better than knowing your child is healthy and happy?  I'm thinking no...so grateful.

Around the house

We've finally gotten semi-settled into a routine around here...ya' know, now that I only have two weeks until I go back to work (sniff, sniff) and it all gets shot to heck again.  I'm very hesitant to even put this in print because as soon as I say he will behave a certain way, the complete opposite happens...but, Weston's been pretty good about napping during the day and sleeping for several hours at night.  Thank you Jesus.  The crying marathons are getting fewer and further between and, most of the time, we can figure out how to make them stop.  So, right now I'm feeling pretty lucky and blessed because, for the most part, we have a happy, healthy baby.

Here are a few pics from around the house this week.

Sharp-dressed man

Male pattern baldness.  That full head of hair he was born with is slowly receding and being replaced by some nice peach fuzz. :)

This happy baby loves bathtime.  It's always a prime chance to pee on mom and to stare at himself in the mirror. 

Baby's best friend

We celebrated my grandmother's 97th birthday with family this weekend.  We ate lots of food and Weston got passed around and played attention hog. 

Tomorrow we're off to the doctor for two-month shots and this girl is having severe anxiety about my sweet baby getting stabbed with a needle.  I'm gonna say there's about a 100% chance we will both leave in tears.  Here's hoping all goes well. 

Target and pumpkin spice lattes...these are a few of my favorite things

What makes this girl happy? Well, that question has multiple answers, but one of them is a successful trip with just me and my boy to Target. Some may or may not be aware of a slight obsession I have with Target...as in, about 75% of my wardrobe comes from there. So when my first attempt to take Weston a few weeks ago was an epic fail, I thought my Target shopping days were over.  But yesterday I decided to try again.  And I knew it was gonna be a good day when the first thing I saw was that the in-store Starbucks is now serving pumpkin spice lattes...mmmm...heaven in a cup.  And besides a short crying session in the shoe department, Weston was a perfect little angel.  Apologies to the man who came around the corner and heard me shushing, then turned around and shushed his wife...I promise I wasn't telling you to be quiet.

So, mama was able to buy some shoes and baby got some new shades.

And a happy mama makes a happy baby. :)

If you're wondering why I would write about a trip to Target, it's because this is big for us me.  A few weeks ago, I was afraid my life would be limited to 30 minute trips to the grocery store before J calls and says the baby won't stop crying...or the only eating out we would do would be from a drive-thru.  But this Target trip gives me hope.  Hope that I won't die of cabin fever and that as much as it irritates you when you have a tiny baby and people tell you "it gets better"...it is actually getting better. 

We're learning what Weston likes and dislikes and how to keep him happy...and I think that may be my most favorite thing of all.  Plus raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.

Picstitch

I'm sure I'm way behind for just now discovering this, but I just downloaded the free pic stitch app on my phone. Love it!

Sounds like a good excuse to post pictures of an adorable baby I know! :)

This little fella has been practicing his sweet smile on mom lately. It's sure gonna be hard to say no to that face!

Update

One month.  How is it possible that this baby has been here one month?  (Update: Weston is actually 6 weeks now...his mama has just been too busy to finish this post that's been sitting unfinished for over a week.)  And he's changed so much already, I can hardly keep up.  I've found that a HUGE part of being a parent is hanging on to fleeting moments and trying to enjoy them to the fullest...at least it's been that way for me.  It's so easy to get overwhelmed with a newborn when he's not able to do anything for himself, but I've had to stop and remind myself that he's only this little for such a short time...and I'd better soak up every second.  Because all too soon he won't need me to put his paci back in when it falls out, or feed him, or change his diaper.  So, that's what's been happening around here...me trying to enjoy every little detail about this short time when I'm home with my boy and it's just the two of us. 

But, there have been a few happenings other than sitting on our butts at home.

We've had LOTS of visitors...these are just a few.

Cousin Brittany

Cousin Bre.  Shout out to Bre and Britt for driving 2 hours and cleaning my house, folding my laundry, and taking me out for Mexican food before I went to the hospital.  I've said it before and I'll say it again...best. family. ever.

 

My good friend Christy

Aunt Debbie

Weston's great grandma "KK"

My best friend Brittany

Cousin Amy

We had our first photoshoot.

The pictures are by Natalie Gray Photography...we loved her!

 Weston met his grandpa for the first time.

My dad had to move to Colorado for work a month before Weston arrived, so he wasn't able to be there with the rest of the family when he was born.  Now my mom has moved out there too...tears :(

We survived a wedding on a boat with no major meltdowns.  Congrats to my cousin Brittany and my new cousins JB and Noah!

Eyes closed...classic.

This is me praying Weston wouldn't start screaming at the reception.

We've made the two and a half hour trip to grandma and grandpa's twice before they officially "moved" but I don't have any pictures.

And I've done lots and lots of snuggling with my sweet boy.  I hope he's always down to cuddle like this with his mama.  Nothing makes my heart happier.

Please ignore hair...mine, not Weston's.

Now that my parents live on the other side of the country, I promise to try and keep the blog updated...especially with baby stuff.  If you're not into baby stuff, then you just don't know what's cute. :)

A few things...

1. Parenting. Is. Hard. I knew, but I didn't KNOW.
2. Somehow our less than two-week-old is spoiled. After swearing it wouldn't happen, it happened. How?  I don't know.  He will not sleep unless someone is holding him...he cries...and cries...and cries...and that makes doing anything else (eating, going to the bathroom, brushing teeth, etc.) pretty much impossible.
3. I may or may not have had an epic meltdown caused by #2 on this list.
4. My lunch sat in the microwave for over an hour before I had time to eat it today.
5. J goes back to work on Monday and I have no clue how to do this on my own. I am in need of prayer.
6. I am having severe anxiety about traveling 2 hours with a newborn to be a bridesmaid in my cousin's wedding next weekend. Xanax may be in my near future.  Did I mention the wedding is on a boat?  I have nightmares about people throwing themselves overboard when Weston won't stop crying.
7.  My mom left yesterday morning after staying with us for a week and a half...and I cried...hard.
8.  My baby still will not breast feed.  Many tears have been shed on both sides.  (Anyone noticing a pattern here?  Crying and anxiety...poor J.)
9.  I would pay someone big bucks to hold a paci in a newborn's mouth all night.
10.  Despite the whiny tone of this post, I am so in love with our sweet angel.  Like, a words-can't-describe-do-anything-in-the-world-for love.  And due to #2 snuggling with a side of kisses is now a favorite pastime around here...so I can't  complain too much. :)

I'm hoping I have time to be back soon with some non-whiny posting.  Until then, here is another picture of our precious baby.