Carter was bouncing off the walls- literally- bouncing off the walls (yes, I too thought this was figure of speech until I had a two year old). I turned the camera on to capture this moment. Here's what resulted.
Carter is such a ham.
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Carter was bouncing off the walls- literally- bouncing off the walls (yes, I too thought this was figure of speech until I had a two year old). I turned the camera on to capture this moment. Here's what resulted.
Carter is such a ham.
I've done it again.
Call it a talent. Really, I think this takes skill.
Oliver's two month stats:
Weight: 14 lbs. 7 oz.
Height: 22.5 inches
I knew when the doctor came in and called him the Michelin Man that he probably was larger than most "normal" babies.
Ninety Seventh percentile for weight, fiftieth for height.
When the doctor pointed to the graph and said he's, "way up here," I showed no surprise. I had to tell him Carter was sixteen pounds at this point, so really Oliver is teeny compared to him.
He's huge, let's not lie. But I really cannot get enough of all the little rolls that engulf his body. Most days I just want to eat him up he is so yummy and cute.
He has yet to disappoint on being the best child in the universe as well.
So unbelievably mellow. How do I get this lucky?
I also have another thumb sucker. I tried to work the pacifer but he would have none of it. Now I have two thumb suckers (no, not Tyler), which means eventually thousands of dollars in dental bills, orthodontist, you can thank me later.
When Oliver "loses" his thumb he shrieks at the top of his lunges, like Carter would cry if I ever took away his chocolate. He really loves his thumb.
Someday he will realize he loves me more.
I would post pictures so you could see his cuteness but I'm too lazy at this point. But they are coming...I promise they are coming.
Oliver's two month stats:
Weight: 14 lbs. 7 oz.
Height: 22.5 inches
I knew when the doctor came in and called him the Michelin Man that he probably was larger than most "normal" babies.
Ninety Seventh percentile for weight, fiftieth for height.
When the doctor pointed to the graph and said he's, "way up here," I showed no surprise. I had to tell him Carter was sixteen pounds at this point, so really Oliver is teeny compared to him.
He's huge, let's not lie. But I really cannot get enough of all the little rolls that engulf his body. Most days I just want to eat him up he is so yummy and cute.
He has yet to disappoint on being the best child in the universe as well.
So unbelievably mellow. How do I get this lucky?
I also have another thumb sucker. I tried to work the pacifer but he would have none of it. Now I have two thumb suckers (no, not Tyler), which means eventually thousands of dollars in dental bills, orthodontist, you can thank me later.
When Oliver "loses" his thumb he shrieks at the top of his lunges, like Carter would cry if I ever took away his chocolate. He really loves his thumb.
Someday he will realize he loves me more.
I would post pictures so you could see his cuteness but I'm too lazy at this point. But they are coming...I promise they are coming.
Busy.
I knew things would be busier with two. But I didn't really know.
I like being busy. It suits me well.
But this blog has dropped off my radar.
When, well if, I have time I either immediately go to sleep (I like sleep, I miss it, but it's been easier this time to accept my fate of interrupted snoozes. Oliver is so good I will do anything for him!), or I'm trying to finish a time intensive advent calendar.
I love advent calendars for Christmas. I remember running down every morning wishing and hoping I was the first one there to move that little Christmas tree to the next slot. If I was really lucky we'd have one with candy. I told Carter he could get chocolate everyday in our advent calendar (and we'll read a scripture, but somehow I didn't think that would excite him as much). His eyes lit up more than I'd seen in a long time.
But the actual purpose of this blog post was to mention ten things I love about Oliver these days (and in case you're wondering, yes my life is as scattered right now as this blog post).
1. He's chunky. I can't get enough of his rolls or chubby chubby cheeks.
2. All he wants to do all day long is cuddle. I like that.
3. He smiles at me now when I kiss him. And he coos like he's talking to me.
4. He lets Carter high five him, hold him, tickle him, and sometimes roll on top of him, all while being a good sport (Nothing, I repeat nothing brings more joy than seeing these two boys interact).
5. He nuzzles his head into my arm pit when trying to fall asleep (yea, not a place I'd want to be but obviously I don't smell that bad).
6. He is perfectly accepting of me picking him up mid nap, moving him into his car seat, holding him with one arm while trying to help Carter, and just going with the flow of what's happening around him.
7. He is not fussy. He rarely cries, and if he does I seriously don't now what to do with myself because it so rarely happens.
8. He's brand new. Everyday I get to feel his purity and beauty of just arriving from the spirit world.
9. He provides hours of entertainment for me just merely by being him. I could stare at him for hours without every getting bored.
10. He always has that yummy, new baby smell.
I could go on for awhile. I love having a baby. I love that he's lying right next to me on a blanket right now kicking his legs like he's swimming. I love that he's starting to suck his thumb. He's perfect, and he's mine.
It doesn't get much better than this.
Oliver Wes
But this blog has dropped off my radar.
When, well if, I have time I either immediately go to sleep (I like sleep, I miss it, but it's been easier this time to accept my fate of interrupted snoozes. Oliver is so good I will do anything for him!), or I'm trying to finish a time intensive advent calendar.
I love advent calendars for Christmas. I remember running down every morning wishing and hoping I was the first one there to move that little Christmas tree to the next slot. If I was really lucky we'd have one with candy. I told Carter he could get chocolate everyday in our advent calendar (and we'll read a scripture, but somehow I didn't think that would excite him as much). His eyes lit up more than I'd seen in a long time.
But the actual purpose of this blog post was to mention ten things I love about Oliver these days (and in case you're wondering, yes my life is as scattered right now as this blog post).
1. He's chunky. I can't get enough of his rolls or chubby chubby cheeks.
2. All he wants to do all day long is cuddle. I like that.
3. He smiles at me now when I kiss him. And he coos like he's talking to me.
4. He lets Carter high five him, hold him, tickle him, and sometimes roll on top of him, all while being a good sport (Nothing, I repeat nothing brings more joy than seeing these two boys interact).
5. He nuzzles his head into my arm pit when trying to fall asleep (yea, not a place I'd want to be but obviously I don't smell that bad).
6. He is perfectly accepting of me picking him up mid nap, moving him into his car seat, holding him with one arm while trying to help Carter, and just going with the flow of what's happening around him.
7. He is not fussy. He rarely cries, and if he does I seriously don't now what to do with myself because it so rarely happens.
8. He's brand new. Everyday I get to feel his purity and beauty of just arriving from the spirit world.
9. He provides hours of entertainment for me just merely by being him. I could stare at him for hours without every getting bored.
10. He always has that yummy, new baby smell.
I could go on for awhile. I love having a baby. I love that he's lying right next to me on a blanket right now kicking his legs like he's swimming. I love that he's starting to suck his thumb. He's perfect, and he's mine.
It doesn't get much better than this.
Oliver Wes
Hard Days
Today was a hard day. Carter is testing me. He's seeing how much he can get away with. He's trying to figure out if I still love him even though I love this new baby in the house. He's waking up earlier and therefore more crabby during the day.
It's taking years off my life.
I knew this was coming, but I was hoping maybe it wouldn't happen.
As I was reflecting on my day I thought back to my run this morning. I was running alongside the beach and the sky was covered in a thick fog. As I ran I was focused on the dirt in front of me, and panting heavily, thinking about how much pain I was in. I had run about twenty minutes and realized the whole time I was running alongside the gorgeous ocean and had not even taken the opportunity to look up and see its beauty. I was too focused on my pain and the dirt in front of me. I turned my gaze to my left and looked for awhile at the ocean beside me.
It never ceases to amaze me.
It made the pain of the run a little more manageable, if only for a moment.
I realized that today I was only looking at the dirt and feeling the pain of motherhood. I forgot to turn my gaze and see the beautiful ocean, the joys, blessings, and miracles motherhood brings.
There are so many miracles and joys motherhood gives me daily, I just need to remember to look, if only for a moment, to remind myself of its beauty.
It's taking years off my life.
I knew this was coming, but I was hoping maybe it wouldn't happen.
As I was reflecting on my day I thought back to my run this morning. I was running alongside the beach and the sky was covered in a thick fog. As I ran I was focused on the dirt in front of me, and panting heavily, thinking about how much pain I was in. I had run about twenty minutes and realized the whole time I was running alongside the gorgeous ocean and had not even taken the opportunity to look up and see its beauty. I was too focused on my pain and the dirt in front of me. I turned my gaze to my left and looked for awhile at the ocean beside me.
It never ceases to amaze me.
It made the pain of the run a little more manageable, if only for a moment.
I realized that today I was only looking at the dirt and feeling the pain of motherhood. I forgot to turn my gaze and see the beautiful ocean, the joys, blessings, and miracles motherhood brings.
There are so many miracles and joys motherhood gives me daily, I just need to remember to look, if only for a moment, to remind myself of its beauty.
I won't ever forget it.
It's a Halloween to remember.
Carter got voted cutest costume in our FSH parade (and I'm not gonna lie, he was dang cute in his costume).
Oliver gave me his first real smile.
And I got a brand new niece Charlotte.
I won't ever forget this one.
Potty Humor
Carter is slightly fascinated with peeing. I know, you would think this would result in quick and painless potty training. Negatory. I'll let you know if we ever get there.
But I digress.
Yesterday I was getting an angry Oliver out of a not so enjoyable bath.
He was unhappy, I was trying to quickly make my baby happy again, and therefore not taking all the proper precautions.
Carter was by me on the floor as I opened Oliver's towel to dress him.
Oliver, in his witty sense of humor, decided to show me in the best way possible what he truly thought of the bath and promptly pee'd all over my pants.
Carter looked up at me and promptly started laughing hysterically as he proceeded to roll on the floor, laughing out of control for a good couple minutes.
Then he looked at Oliver and said, "Pee on Mommy again!" This became a chant for a good two minutes.
My boys are already working against me.
But at least they are having fun doing it.
Oh the joy of boys.
But I digress.
Yesterday I was getting an angry Oliver out of a not so enjoyable bath.
He was unhappy, I was trying to quickly make my baby happy again, and therefore not taking all the proper precautions.
Carter was by me on the floor as I opened Oliver's towel to dress him.
Oliver, in his witty sense of humor, decided to show me in the best way possible what he truly thought of the bath and promptly pee'd all over my pants.
Carter looked up at me and promptly started laughing hysterically as he proceeded to roll on the floor, laughing out of control for a good couple minutes.
Then he looked at Oliver and said, "Pee on Mommy again!" This became a chant for a good two minutes.
My boys are already working against me.
But at least they are having fun doing it.
Oh the joy of boys.
Mustache
Blame it on a Grandpa who has had a mustache for the last forty years, but Carter is obsessed with mustaches.
Everything he eats must first be a mustache.
He must know I'm not a fan of facial hair.
It's just another part of his two year old rebellion.
Everything he eats must first be a mustache.
He must know I'm not a fan of facial hair.
It's just another part of his two year old rebellion.
Just some good ones.
Some pictures from the last week.
Have I mentioned lately how much fun it is being a Mom to two boys.
I dig it.
Have I mentioned lately how much fun it is being a Mom to two boys.
I dig it.
I love these baby leg warmers. If only I could pull these babies off.
Just Carter out for a drive in his little car.
Carter thinks Oliver is really funny.
Church makes him pretty tired.
