Ten Weeks (belated, I know!)

It's been a long time since I updated, right? Spending the week with family leaves little time for internetting and I do apologize, but we had oh-so-much fun. Where to even begin?



Well, let's start with LAST Monday's 2 month MD appointment. Remember how I was all worried about the shots and curious about his weight gain? Good things first: big baby boy jumped from the 50th percentiles for both height and weight at one month into the 87th percentile range at two months. DANG! But we already knew he was a porker from his pictures, right? He weighed 13 pounds 7 ounces and is now 24.5 inches long (87th and 85th percentiles respectively). I'm so happy to know that my milk is still treating baby boy well and it looks like he's going to be a chunky baby just like his daddy used to be. The chunk is too much to bear lately, by the way.

(this outfit has officially been retired now. WAY too small for buddha belly!)








Then the yucky part: the shots! He got 3 shots and one mist vaccination with a total of 6 different vaccines in them. He only cried for about 10 seconds with the shots mostly because he was SO tired and due for a nap that I think he was sort of out of it already. In fact, he sucked his pacifier with avengence after the shots and got over it quickly. He took his much needed nap and when he woke up he was NOT happy. Like, crying non-stop. Even nursing didn't help ( a first for baby boy) and I could just tell he was in pain and totally ticked off. Luckily I had purchased some generic brand infant Tylenol (no worries about the recall, I even asked the pharmacist) and we decided he did in fact need the meds to get more comfortable. I could only handle about 15 minutes of his pathetic cries before I gave him the Tylenol---which worked like a charm. It made him sort of drunk and happy again and then he passed out for a nice long nap. I seriously could not bear to hear him cry like that and see him in pain. Once again, I give major kudos to any mom out there with an inconsolable baby. That is no joke, dude. So anyway, after his nap he didn't sleep the best that night and awoke every 2-3 hours instead of his nice long 5-6 hour stretches. But the next morning he was as good as new like nothing had happened. Our first round of shots was definitely harder on me than him but it totally sucked overall. I hear that the 4 month shots aren't nearly as bad....here's to hoping!





Then last Wednesday my Mom and Memaw arrived and literally from the moment we got them at the airport, they were drooling over Truman like crazy fools:) They piled into the back seat to sit with him and just stared the whole way home. It was Memaw's first time meeting her FIRST great-grandchild and my Mom's third time to see her first grandson. To have those ladies with me on my first Mother's Day was amazing, words can't even express how blessed I am to have such strong role models in my life for motherhood. We spent the whole week with our heads in the clouds just enjoying being together, staring at Truman, and laughing at ourselves for being so obsessed with baby T. Memaw is officially one of the best cooks in the entire world and she loves to spoil us rotten with her food. I am not joking when I say that she made elaborate breakfasts, lunches, and dinners every.single.day she was here. I think Nate wonders why I didn't get my Memaw's cooking genes because everything she placed in front of us (three times a day!) was fabulous. Mom and Memaw watched Truman multiple times for me while I took a nice run, or ran an errand, or just enjoyed an extra-long shower knowing that baby boy was in good hands. We explored Milwaukee a bit, since Memaw hasn't even been to Wisconsin before (!), drank great coffee, took a walk or two, went grocery shopping about three times in a week, took hundreds of pictures, and ate and ate and ate. Oh, and on Monday I decided to get VERY brave and took Truman to his first movie in the theater. We all went to see Babies and absolutely loved it! I was nervous that Truman would fuss during the whole thing but he was a doll, sleeping then nursing (a dark movie theater is the perfect place to whip out the boob without anyone noticing!), then sleeping in my arms while I smiled at the babies on the screen. It was only an hour and 20 minutes long and considering the topic of the script I figured this was the perfect opportunity to try him out in a theater and it was seriously a lot of fun. Highly recommend seeing that movie, too, if you are a fool for babies like me:)











On Mothers Day I went with Lois, Mom, and Memaw to a nearby church that I've wanted to try out for awhile now. Nate and Tony stayed behind to babysit Truman (and Nate had to study for finals which are this week---he's done with classes next week, baby!). It was an awesome service and I really liked the church itself, especially the little children's choir that sang about blessing all of the mothers in the world, which of course made me cry. At the end of the service, the pastor wanted to honor the oldest mother in the congregation and the mom to the youngest baby as well. Guess who had the youngest kid out there? Yep, the random girl who has never gone to that church before, NOR did she have the actual baby with her that day. I explained myself to the pastor after church and he was very friendly but of course I had to stand up in front of the masses like a big doofus and accept my 'award' of roses graciously, face beet red:) I guess we'll have to go back now to prove that I didn't just show up for the roses. Seriously. So typical.

(Memaw wanted a four generations hand shot. I love this one!)


(please note the disgustingly cute outfit he wore for Mothers Day. Also, note the love these ladies have for Truman)








On Tuesday of this week, I had to take my visitors back to the airport and was feeling extra sad this time around. I had a pity party for myself with a sob-fest on the way home from the airport because I just love my Mom and Memaw so much and it's obviously very difficult to live so far away from them while raising my son. I'm not really sure when I'll see them again either, although Mom, Dad and my brother Michael will be up here again in August. The sadness of them leaving plus the fact that I can't help but think about my maternity leave ending made for a pretty heavy pity party that day. I really can't even talk about going back to work, leaving Truman, and ending this magical phase of my time home with him without getting teary and so I won't go into it here. I'm planning on enjoying the heck out of every second for the next week and a half before I go back to the real world on Friday. And that's all I will say about that...

(that's how I feel too, buddy!)


(but he gets over it fast)


Onto more things 'Truman' and happy: baby boy is all about sucking his right hand but he gets really frustrated when A. he can't quite coordinate the suckage, and B. he figures out his hand does not produce milk. It's so cute to watch but I think I need to limit his hand time so he doesn't get so angry at his appendage:) He is seriously obsessed with staring at himself in mirrors now, but who can really blame him for his vanity? The really fun part is that this week he's sporting a nice case of cradle cap (aka-the driest, flakiest skin EVER) on his head, forehead, and eyebrows. Not only that, but his dreaded clogged dear duct returned as well. As if it's not bad enough that he sheds skin flakes all over the place but he also has a goobery eye---which basically means that his self-proclaimed 'Picker' of a mom is going crazy trying to fix these maladies. So far slathering lotion on his head works temporarily and Q-tipping the heck out of his eye boogers is my new favorite pass time. :) The pediatrician wasn't worried about either of these things last week at our appointment but I'm hoping they go away soon!

(matching bib/bandanas made by Mom!)


He's still a noisy little bugger and has a few new sounds he likes to use as he sees fit. He's still sleeping really well in his crib for the most part, except for the occasional random night when he's up more often or when he's overtired from boycotting naps during the day. Yep, he's a party animal for sure and doesn't obey his mama's requests for some shut eye all of the time:) But at least he's still smiling up a storm and looking extra handsome, yet pathetic, with his flaky head and goobery eye combined with his gummy grin. It's too much to handle sometimes, I swear.



So all is well with our household right now. I'm soaking in every moment to the best of my ability, Nate is studying his butt off while trying to calm his frazzled wife about the end of her leave, and Truman is just being is cute little self. Life.Is.Good. And don't let me forget it:)

(head control, what?)