10-Month Update (Ivor Alan)

Goodness, I’m even more behind with this update than the last one. Things have picked up this month with the business and I’ve had to keep track of all sorts of details, which is proving to be quite a challenge while running on very little sleep and living with demanding little humans. Diapers, dishes, laundry, snacks, nursing, milk in a sippy cup, water in the “wawa bottle”, Daniel Tiger, Finding Nemo, helping Ivor design light shows (which, by the way, is super fun), sending emails, more dishes, more diapers…..and on and on and on it goes. The days have been a blur.

And that’s what April has looked like so far.

And that’s my long excuse for being late with this update 🙂

But here it is!

The first week after he turned 10 months old, he decided to stop sleeping. First it started at 5am. He woke up, refused to go back to sleep. Then the next night it was 3am. Then 11:30pm. His waking up and screaming got earlier every night and it was really difficult to get him to go back to sleep. Typically if and when he wakes during the night, he’s easily pacified and goes right back to sleep. But not this particular week. It was the longest week of my life (well, since we first brought him home). Because he shares a room with Gwen, I’ve never wanted to just let him cry for very long in there. So I’d take him downstairs. I’d lay on the couch and he’d fall asleep in his bouncer. For almost a week I was sleeping on the couch (and not because of a fight with my husband….but because of a very needy fussy baby who only wanted mama, and his bouncer). But that got old quickly. And I didn’t want to encourage that sort of sleeping habit. The kid needs to sleep in his own crib. And I need to sleep in my own bed with my husband. Preferably for at least 4 solid hours. At LEAST. So we did some sleep training with him (which we never needed to do with Gwen, she was always a great sleeper). And he has slept straight through the night the last few nights in a row! I’m starting to feel a little more human again.

::fingers crossed::

So other new things (and forgive me if I’ve mentioned some of these in his last update…like I said, days blur):

He eats food. Real food. I am no longer his sole source of nourishment. He eats most everything. Except for bananas and greek yogurt. Which is funny because that’s Gwen’s favorite breakfast (that she asks for every day….with blueberries). Anyway,  except for those 2 things, he’s loved everything. Finally.

He’s starting to stand better with support. He doesn’t pull himself up yet. But he’s nice and sturdy if I hold his hands. As opposed to the jello legs he used to have when I tried it before.

Still only has 2 teeth (the bottom ones).

His little personality is coming out even more, and there are quite a few glimpses of Gwen actually – loud and feisty! That’s not his normal mode, but it comes out every once in awhile. He also has some pretty funny facial expressions. I’ve known about his flirtatious charming face (raising one eyebrow with a smirk), he’s been pulling that one on me for months. But he also shows looks of confusion, surprise, “what the…?” …like this one:


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Happy 10 months Mr. Ivor! We love you!

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6 Month Update (Ivor Alan)

Little Ivor turned 6 months old on Tuesday. I know it’s stating the obvious, but that’s half a year. One more half and he’ll be ONE. I was looking through my phone last night at photos from when he was just a little newborn (and even my Gwen still looked like a baby then). I cannot believe how fast time goes. I knew it went by fast with Gwen, but someone told me once that it goes by even FASTER once you have more than 1 kid. Yep.

So here’s what he’s up to these days (besides being the most adorable, ridiculously good-looking baby boy in the world):

Still rolling around all over the place. He rolls over at night in his crib, but thankfully doesn’t freak out as much anymore and can fall back to sleep.

Speaking of sleep, things are looking up again. He rarely wakes during the night. But we’re still working on pushing his bedtime up earlier. My goal is to get him  on a 7pm to 7am sleep schedule like his sister. But right now it’s still about 9:30-10pm to 7am. Which is still a decent amount of sleep.  And he naps about twice a day.

He can sit up with support, but on his own he’ll topple over. Sometimes he faceplants. Poor guy.

Started solid foods this week. He’s not nearly as interested in it as Gwen was :-/ So far we’ve only tried rice cereal and bananas. He makes faces, spits it out at first, then eventually swallows a spoonful or two. It’s still early though and very new for him. The spoon itself confuses him.  He’ll get the hang of it eventually 🙂

He’s growing well at 27.5 inches long and almost 18lbs! He wears mostly 9 mos. clothing now.

He is still the most smiley and happy boy, even with strangers. I’ve said it before and it’s still true- he’s got a way with the ladies. He makes them all melt with that sparkle in his eye,  his smile and that dimple! If you’re lucky, he’ll even give you a cute little giggle or two. He tried it this morning with the nurse at his doctor’s appointment. He tried to distract her with cuteness and giggles so she wouldn’t poke him with a needle. He delayed her for a little while but still had to get the shots. Sorry buddy. He took it like a champ though.

He’s recently started touching my face a lot when I hold him. More reason to keep-up with clipping his fingernails. Sometimes it’s really sweet, other times he pinches and scratches. Ow.

That’s all I can think of for now. Happy 6 months bubba!


5-Month Update (Ivor Alan)

I almost forgot to post this! We had a busy week with big Ivor home on vacation, and then we all got sick, which I mentioned in my vacation post. But I don’t want to forget to do this. On Sunday he turned 5-months old! Only 1 month away from solid foods. Which is 1 month away from being half a year old. Holy smokes, time flies.

Here’s what’s going on with my hunkamunkin:

*Rolling over (this started a few weeks ago, around 4.5 months-ish)

*Being totally inconsistent with his nighttime sleeping. His bedtime varies. His waking times vary. Every so often he will give me a full night of sleep. But then the next night, up at 2am again. *I* try to be consistent by doing a routine and attempting to put him down at the same time every night, but he doesn’t always cooperate.

*Semi-consistent naptimes. I can usually count on a good morning nap, an early afternoon nap (while Gwen is napping too, yay for mommy time!!!) and a short late afternoon/early evening nap.

*Wearing 6-9 mos. clothing

*Smiling and laughing a lot, especially at his sister. Gwen loves making him laugh. It makes her laugh to see him laugh. Then they just break out into a fit of giggles. At first I sat and watched in awe of my 2 precious kids playing with each other, now I use the opportunity take a bathroom break. Yes it’s adorable and I do enjoy watching them, but I am SO excited that they’re starting to keep each other occupied so I can have a break. Even just for 2 mins.

*He does get mad sometimes. And will scream in a very high pitched yell. And will scratch himself  (on his head and face) until I pick him up and calm him down. I don’t get the scratching thing. He does it when he’s sleepy too, but not hard enough to really make any marks thankfully. I think he does it then as more of a comfort thing.

*Speaking of sleepy time comforts, he has a “lovey” in his crib now and puts it over his face. Or if he’s napping downstairs and has any other blanket nearby, he will put it over his face. That’s something I do too actually…always need the covers up by my face to sleep.

*He’s very alert and curious, as he always has been. But especially  now that he has better head/neck control. He looks all around the room. Knows when someone has entered the room and looks at them and smiles. At bathtime (which he LOVES), he stares at himself in the mirror. Smiles when meeting new people.

Overall, he’s a very pleasant, happy baby boy. But he has his moments. Usually between dinner and bedtime. And when he’s mad, he’s MAD. I get frustrated when he toys with my sleeping patterns at night. But then he looks up at me with a milk-drunk smirk on his face and a sparkle in his eye and I just melt, smoosh his face and give him kisses and all is well. He is mama’s boy.

Happy 5 months little guy!






Vacation Recap!

Our vacation week is (almost) over. It was partly a staycation to work on house projects and partly day trips. What family chooses to work on house projects during their time off?! We do 🙂 Keeping up with dishes and laundry is difficult enough for me with 2 kids. Decluttering and organizing is just impossible on my own (there’s never enough uninterrupted time!) So we took advantage of having Ivor home to get stuff done. And it actually made us happy. Seriously. I feel less anxious in a decluttered house. Toys are one thing, but our own clutter is just unacceptable and really does give me anxiety. Anyway, that said…we made a lot of progress downstairs. We still have to tackle our bedroom and closets, then we’ll be set. Oh, and the garage…but since that’s not a living space I don’t mind as much.

Anyway, moving on to the fun stuff!

We spent a day/night in Napa and tried out 2 new wineries. We ate at The Farmstead Restaurant because they have my favorite burger in the entire world. It’s a “farm to table” place, so every part of the burger is fresh. Homemade buns, fresh arugula, grassfed beef cooked and seasoned perfectly, white cheddar cheese, homemade mustard and ketchup. Basically, it’s the best thing ever. Gwen is also apparently a fan of the restaurant. Well, she’s a fan of food in general. So she was very good and kept asking for “mo”.

Then we tried out the wineries: Conn Creek and Alpha/Omega. The kids started getting a little antsy during the 2nd winery visit, understandably. So we left, checked into the hotel, and headed back out for dinner in downtown Napa at a place called Grace’s Table. Another fantastic restaurant. Really great food, and they were very welcoming of our 2 munchkins. Gwen had figured out by this point that the server is the one bringing the food (not mommy or daddy), so she started asking her (our server) for “mo please” (using both sign language and her own language). It was hilarious. Little Ivor had been sleeping most of the time but woke up and started screaming just in time to order dessert to-go!

I was really worried about staying in a hotel with a baby who hasn’t been sleeping through the night, but he surprised us and slept straight through, from about 9pm to 7am (whew!…I don’t *think* anyone complained about us). Although we were on the 3rd floor and whoever was below us might’ve complained about my toddler sprinting back and forth across the room at 7am. Sorry, 2nd floor dwellers! She’s hard to contain. Also, it was the first time we ever shared a bed with Gwen. Amazing how a tiny human can make a King sized bed feel like a twin….

We headed home Tuesday morning, worked on more cleaning and then went for a family run later in the afternoon. Running Update: my pace is picking up and I met my 3 mile goal! I think I would’ve been able to hang a bit longer if I didn’t start off so fast…need to work on pacing myself a bit more.

I digress.

Wednesday was our trip to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. Ivor and I had visited there a few years ago, before we had any kids. It wasn’t as fun then. We got there just in time for the Open Sea feeding. Gwen said “wow” at first, but then seemed to get grumpy/scared (it was kind of dark in there). But after diaper changes we moved on to some other exhibits and she really started enjoying herself. A lot. Her “wow”‘s got a lot more frequent and a lot more enthusiastic. She ran all around, bouncing from one exhibit to the next. Little Ivor thought the open sea feeding was pretty cool too. After a quick stop for lunch we headed home because they were both tired and cranky (slept the whole way home!)

Later that day we checked out the pumpkin patch right around the corner from us. They had hay tunnels, farm animals, a little train for kids to ride, and of course, pumpkins. Gwen was only interested in running around and watching the train. She didn’t care to see the animals (which was surprising), and she just viewed the pumpkins as running obstacles. But she had fun 🙂

The last part of the week was set aside for relaxing at home and getting projects done. And unfortunately, we got sick 🙁 Gwen was first, then me, now little Ivor. We all have annoying colds. Boo. But we’re thankful Daddy is home and taking good care of us.

Another huge bonus to having Ivor home this week was all the wonderful meals he made us. I took a lot of pictures and will post them with recipes eventually. Keep an eye out for those.

Overall, it was a great week with lots of sweet moments with the kids, amazing food, and house productivity. We so needed that time together. I wish it could last longer, but now we’re looking forward to Ivor taking the rest of his paternity leave in a few months. I’m already making plans!

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4 Month Update (Ivor Alan)



This guy is 4 months old and growing like a weed! 15 lbs. 6 oz., 26.5 inches long (92nd percentile!)

Big milestones are coming up soon. Know how I know? He’s stopped sleeping at night. Booooo! I remember Gwen did the same thing though. She slept through the night early on, then right around 4 months started waking up at night again. Last week was rough. He was waking up about twice during the night (after 2 months of sleeping through the whole night, I got spoiled). The past few nights it’s only been once though…around 4 or 5am. I nurse him, he goes back to sleep, and so do I. I guess it’s not SO bad.

Anyway, he’s very close to rolling over. Like, 90% of his body rolls over, but he just can’t quite swing his shoulder all the way around yet. Soon…very soon. Gwen was about 5 months old when she did it for the first time.

He’s still very smiley and chatty, especially in the evening after Gwen goes to bed. He’s starting to laugh more too, which turns me into a puddle on the floor. I melt. I’d give him anything if he asked me in that moment. Big Ivor has those moments with Gwen too (“do you want a pony? I’ll get you a pony.”) Daddy’s girl and Mama’s boy. It’s real.

Hmm, what else does he do? He sucks on his fingers. And blankets. He likes to pull blankets up over his head. He reaches for things to grab (another reason my hair is always pulled back). When he’s really sleepy he likes to scratch his head, and his eyes (!) He’s been playing in the jumper/activity thing recently. Gwen so kindly shows him how to use it.

Looking forward to starting solid foods with him in about 2 months. He’s doing great on breastmilk alone right now, so no need to introduce solids any earlier. I hope he’s a good eater like his sister (fingers crossed!!)

Happy 4 months little man 🙂

Life with 2 Under 2, So Far

Now that we’ve got 3 months under our belts and we’re starting to get into a routine, I thought I’d take a moment to reflect on things.

The other day I was thinking about the emotional breakdown I had right after finding out I was pregnant with little Ivor…when Gwen was just 6 months old. SIX MONTHS. Mind you, hormones and emotions while pregnant are not to be trusted. Everything seemed worse than it really was. Everything was heightened. I was a crazy person, not gonna lie. But I was terrified. It wasn’t that it was going to be hard, it was going to be IMPOSSIBLE. Thankfully, those thoughts didn’t last long and I was able to quickly change my attitude and start enjoying my pregnancy and looking forward to the new little life entrusted to us. I look back on that breakdown now and laugh.

Here we are now, almost a year since I saw that positive test (October 4, 2013…I’ll always remember the day!) Is it hard? At times, yes. Of course it is. But impossible? No. We’re surviving. And some days, even thriving! We have many days of dirty dishes and backed-up laundry, seeing more toys on the floor than carpet, dried up milk spots and leftover lunch scraps on the dining room floor. All while kids are screaming in the background. But then we have other days where the house is clean (it does happen, it does…I’ve just had to accept that it doesn’t last long), the kids are happy, we’re all well-rested and we survive a trip to the grocery store. I have to admit, that was one of the biggest hurdles (in my mind at least) that we have overcome. The first trip out of the house, alone, with both kids.

For awhile it was just logistically difficult. The only way it works is to have one kid (Ivor) in the Ergo and the other (Gwen) in the cart. I could’ve used the double-stroller but the basket isn’t big enough for any worthwhile food shopping. So wearing one and pushing the other makes the most sense to me. But until Ivor was big enough to fit in the Ergo without the infant insert, I avoided it. It’s been an extremely hot summer so baby-wearing isn’t a lot fun. And that insert made him even more hot, and he was so tiny he’d curl up into the fetal position, burying his head in my chest, and sweating like crazy. I was convinced he wasn’t breathing. So I didn’t go out until I could safely wear him in the Ergo without that blasted insert. And right now it’s working perfectly for us. Gwen still loves sitting in the cart and hasn’t tried to protest, preferring to walk/run around the store.

I time the trip so that they’ve both eaten and had a diaper change RIGHT before leaving the house. Ivor just sleeps peacefully in the Ergo and Gwen is her usual happy, friendly, loud self when we’re in the store. I make a list and stick to it, so I’m in and out quickly. The only minor issue we’ve run into is going through the checkout line, sometimes Ivor starts to get antsy (he prefers constant motion while being worn. If I stand around for too long he’s not happy). But at that point, I’m on my way out of the store and I don’t really care. Also, he spit-up right down my shirt once as we were walking into the store. But the beauty of the wearing him is that no one else could see it 🙂

Anyway, I say all this to say: there are challenges and hurdles, but you figure it out. You just do what you have to do, because you have to. No one else will do it for you (unless you have that kind of money, we don’t.) And the confidence you gain when you accomplish those things keeps you going and gets you over the next hurdle. I say to myself “hey, remember that time when you thought going to the store alone with the kids was impossible…well, you did it…you can do this too”.

This life with 2 under 2 really isn’t AS difficult as I thought it was going to be. It didn’t help that I read horror stories all over the internet when I first found out about little Ivor. Seriously, the first Google search I did resulted in one of those Yahoo Answers. A woman asked something like “I’m pregnant again right after having my first baby, what do I do? Any tips??” and the “best answer” was “don’t ever do that again.”

Seriously? How is that even remotely helpful???

Sorry. I get annoyed by those kinds of people. Especially after having encountered one directly (read about that here).

So let me be the one to encourage you if you find yourself in my situation (first of all, don’t listen to those internet trolls who will try to scare you, or condemn you). Having kids close together is not just do-able, it can be really enjoyable too. I think of all those other moms who have 3 under 3, or even 4 under 4, and they’re getting along just fine and wouldn’t have it any other way. Our homes may be full of chaos, but it’s a happy chaos. And I know it’s cliche, people say it all the time, but seeing your kids interact and play together “makes all those difficult times worth it”. It really does.

Gwen is starting to interact more with Ivor and it just melts my heart 🙂 I see them and think, “wow, what a blessing it is to have a sibling/playmate”. By having them close together, we’ve given them someone to grow up with, play with, fight with, scheme with, learn from, protect, defend, and love.

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There’s really a lot more to say about this and I’m sure I’ll write more posts. This is just a summary really of what life is like. There’s the whole jealousy issue we’ve dealt with, figuring out a daily routine, having 2 in cloth diapers, bedtimes, what do I actually do when BOTH kids are crying at the same time, how DOES any cleaning get done, etc. Stay tuned!


3 Month Update (Ivor Alan)



This sleepy guy is 3 months old today! What a handsome, happy boy he is. Here’s what’s new:

*Well, this was new last month actually I just forgot to mention it, but he sleeps through the night! I hesitated to even mention it now though because I know how rare it is and how lucky we are. Someone in Whole Foods told me last year, when I shared that Gwen was sleeping through the night around 3 months, that I should never tell any other mom that, ever, lest they all hate me. But…she asked first! What was I going to do, lie? I’m not a liar. Sorry. You want to know how we’re all sleeping? (Let’s be honest, the topic almost always comes up after you have a baby). Well, if you ask I’m going to tell you the truth. It’s not my fault if you can’t handle it. That is all. (and for the record, we still went through some rough patches with Gwen throughout the first year, it wasn’t all happy sleepy time all the time). Anyway, I share it here so I remember (this is basically my online baby book for the kids), not to rub it in anyone’s face. I’m also well aware of possible “sleep regression” in the coming months, but for now… I am enjoying the sleep!

Moving on.

*He is so very smiley! He does have his moments- like when he’s in a particularly clingy mood and I dare leave the room without him, you’d think I just abandoned him on the street or something the way he screams and looks at me like I just betrayed him. BUT, most of the time he’s a very happy boy, giving the biggest, sweetest smiles ever. Especially when I’m changing his diaper or getting him dressed. He thinks it’s so funny when I put his shirt over head 🙂

*He loves bath time. It puts him in such a peaceful mood. He especially loves when I pour water over his head and scrub behind his ears.

*He’s becoming a lot more vocal and “talks” to the hanging toys on his swing, bouncer and play mat.

*He still won’t take a pacifier. This baffles me. I’ve tried different styles, but he isn’t interested in any of them. Either he acts like I’m trying to gag him when I stick it in his mouth, or he spits it out after a few seconds.

*Gwen is starting to “play” with him a bit more now. She makes all of her stuffed animals give him kisses (and provides kissing sound effects to go with it lol). It’s kind of adorable. And of course, he thinks it’s hilarious. It makes me sooooo look forward to when he’s a little older and really can play with her more. I was told that it will make my heart bust seeing the two of them play together, and I believe it! When Gwen walks over to him and uses her sweet higher pitched voice to talk baby talk to him and he smiles back at her……ugh. I can’t even handle that.

*He’s growing right out of his 3-month clothing already. I still haven’t put away his newborn clothes yet. I just can’t. Partly because I haven’t found the time, partly because I’m in denial that he’s not a newborn anymore.

That is all for now. Happy 3 months little dude 🙂



1-Month Update (little Ivor)

I blinked and he’s a month old now. Seems like just yesterday I was going for walks every day trying to induce labor, thinking I’d be pregnant forever. Never mind that I didn’t even make it to my due date. For women who go past your due date, I don’t know how you stay sane! Anyway, here we are now with 4 weeks and change under our belt (and I’ve only gone for 1 walk…meh, I’ll get my groove back eventually).

I’m happy to report that we’re finally getting more sleep at night. Week 2 to 3 was by far the hardest- the worst sleeping nights of my life. He was “cluster feeding” for hours. Only taking 5-10 min breaks. I’d nurse him, he’d appear to have fallen asleep, so I’d put him down and then 5-10 mins later….”waaaaaaaaaaaa FEED ME AGAIN NOW!!”. It was not a good time. I envied my toddler who sleeps 12 hours a night. I wanted to crawl into her crib and hide. But thankfully things have been much better this past week. Only waking once or twice throughout the night. Hooray! Here’s hoping this is the new normal.

He’s growing well and gaining weight (9lbs 10oz, 22inches long at his checkup on Monday). He’s starting to be a tad more interactive- looking at us and smirking/smiling. Making a few other sounds, other than crying. He’s quite the little snuggler- loves burying his face on me whenever I’m holding him.

I’m still learning how to manage our home while caring for 2 kiddos. It will be much easier once the little man has a more consistent schedule. For now I’m just winging it and taking advantage of nap times/quiet playtime to get stuff done. Sometime soon I’d like to add “getting out of the house more often” to our routine. I’m determined to actually attend a playgroup on a somewhat regular basis. I want the kids to have friends. (And it couldn’t hurt to have more of them myself). Adult conversation, with people other than my husband. Necessary.

Anyway, happy 1-month to the little dude! I can’t wait to see what the next month will bring 🙂



And coming soon, my daughter is getting older and cuter and smarter every day. I can’t seem to slow down time and keep her my tiny baby anymore. Waaaa 🙁



Embracing the Crazy

Today was the doctor’s appointment. Gwen’s 15-month checkup and Ivor’s 1-month. Big Ivor was at work. So I was on my own with both kids. It started off well:



Look at her, sitting there all happy and content eating her snack during her brother’s part of the visit.

I wish I could say she stayed this happy the whole time.

Once the doc left the room after Ivor’s exam and I started getting his clothes back on, Gwen decided to hop off the chair and start exploring the office.


Then when the doc came back in for Gwen’s portion of the visit, little Ivor started screaming his head off. So first I tried rocking his carseat with my foot, while trying to hold Gwen still and keep her from opening drawers, pulling things off shelves, etc. all while attempting to listen to what the doc was saying. He still screamed. She still squirmed. So then I decided to pick him up and hold him while the doctor examined Gwen. She was less than cooperative for most of her exam. Swatting away the doctor’s hand, thrashing her body all around, screaming. Especially when she got her shots.  I had switched out little Ivor for Gwen at that point, so he was back in his carseat screaming, and she was in my arms screaming, while the nurse poked her with a needle.

Then I got them both strapped into the double stroller and out we rolled through the lobby, with every eye on us. Thankfully it’s a pediatric doctor’s office, so everyone there was a parent and “got it”. Still couldn’t help but feel like quite the spectacle though lol.

All that to say, it didn’t upset me or stress me out (surprisingly). Was it fun? No. Would I want to do it again? No. But we survived. And I don’t have unrealistic expectations of a toddler and a newborn in a doctor’s office getting poked and prodded.

The scene in that office is my life now. Sure, it’s a little crazy. But instead of fighting it or letting it ruin my day, I’m embracing it! We have lots of great moments (yesterday’s church outing, for example, couldn’t have gone smoother!) Right now they’re both content and quiet, allowing me to write this post.

Gwen has started *attempting* to say “I love you” (after you say it first). And little Ivor has started smiling at us.

As someone recently said in a comment on a friend’s facebook page about having kids, “yes, my hands are full, but my heart is fuller.” Couldn’t have said it better myself!




2 Weeks, No Sleep

I had forgotten certain things about having a newborn/baby. Yes, Gwen is still my baby…but she’s more of a toddler now. And her toddler activities and the whole pregnancy thing made the last year a blur. So as I’ve been spending the past few nights awake with a tiny human feeding off of me ALL NIGHT, wondering what in the world was going on…it became clear and I remembered those pesky things called…growth spurts. Brief periods of time during a baby’s first year that they act like they’re STARVING and need to eat 24/7. Growing is a good thing. Meeting milestones is a good thing. I get that this needs to happen and the result is good. But for a nursing mama it’s kind of an exhausting process. As my toddler and my husband snooze away at 3am, I’m awake…sitting up in bed with a baby on my boob. Hoping that maybe THIS time when I lay him back down he’ll actually sleep for longer than 1 hour. A solid hour is all I ask for at 3am. Is it too much to ask?


It goes by quickly. It goes by quickly.

Fortunately at his 2-week check up this morning it was confirmed that he has indeed grown. He’s up to 8 1/2 lbs now and 21 1/4 inches long. His head is bigger too. Always reassuring. I’ll be taking BOTH kids in for a check-up in about 2 weeks. It will be Gwen’s 15-month and Ivor’s 1-month. It will likely be the first time taking them somewhere by myself too as that day is also (big) Ivor’s first day back to work. Waa. Pray for me.

Aside from the lack of sleep, we are doing well. He’s such a sweet, handsome little guy. He loves to cuddle and poop in clean diapers 2.5 seconds after I put them on him. When he’s awake, he’s very alert and looks all around and studies faces and objects. He makes lots of funny faces and noises (grunts and squeaks). He doesn’t seem to be phased at all by his sister’s loudness. Speaking of, Gwen has started giving him kisses! I melt.

Also, I’d like to say thanks to everyone who has brought a meal to us. We appreciate it SO much! I especially love when these meals include cookies…and wine. Seriously, it’s the best ever. THANK YOU 🙂