2 Months Old

Its hard to believe that our little one is 2 months old already! The milestone was a bit of a mixed bag as it was time for another doctor's appointment.... with shots. The baby seemed to do very well, it was more of a traumatic experience for me! The baby seemed more agitated by being naked and getting weighed than anything else. Speaking of weight, he is now

13 LBS 13OZ!

He was in the 91% for weight, and 73% for height at 23 inches (HC=16.5; 60%). I guess he is built like his parents!

Now that the "little" guy is 2 months he is doing pretty much everything babies his age do: hold his head up while lying on his tummy, beginning to bat at objects in front of him, cooing and smiling, and sleeping well through the night. He even slept three nights in a row from 9pm-7am. What a treat! He has also been sleeping in his "big baby bed" that his Grandma and Grandpa Nelson (a.k.a. Carrie and Elliott) gave him. I'll have to post some pictures of that soon, plus the rest of his little almost-nursery. Its starting to come together quite nicely.

I've been tagged... twice

I've kind of put it off, but now that I've been tagged twice I might as well do it!
10 little known facts about me....

1. I always had my heart set on marrying a blonde-haired guy... at least I've reached some of my childhood goals!

2. I was afraid of food from ages 10-12 because of a horrible stomach flu, and it stunted my growth (the not eating part-not the flu:) )

3. I dye my hair because I don't like my natural color- light mousy brown

4. I'm a fresh fruit and veggies addict; my body craves it when I've gone too long. Jared teases me cause I always say "fresh", but its a crucial element! Frozen, canned, or otherwise never does the job

5. I once snuck into my ex-boyfriend's email and deleted messages from his new girlfriend. Now that's juicy, isn't it?!

6. I always wanted an older sister, not instead of Matt, but in addition to him.

7. I wish I was 2 years older. Even with the women in the church here they sometimes make me feel really young, like I'm too young to be their friend, which leads me to....

8. I lie about my age every once in a while to avoid critical opinions of my being married and having a baby too young for what is deemed socially appropriate for an educated person

9. I'm not sure if I'm superstitious or easily spooked, but I think sometimes I can sense the presence of people who have passed away.

10. I don't really like animals... Sorry

I would tag people, but it looks like most everyone already has been! In that case I'll pick Jon and Dorsey, Josh and Sara, and Lindsey and Jordan in case you guys haven't been.

8 weeks old!

I cannot believe that 8 weeks have passed so quickly! It seems like just yesterday he was born and we received the most wonderful gift in our lives. He has been such a joy to us, and has really completed our family. I feel like I have learned so much from him, things about myself, my parents, the Savior, and our Father in heaven as I've had to take care of him. It is the most incredibly challenging and worthwhile experience I have ever had, and every morning I wake up excited to see him and be with him for another day.

One other great component of this experience is seeing those we love loving our baby. It has been so amazing to see how our families have reacted to the little guy, and watch their attachments forming to him. I love that I have others who understand my love for little Nicholas, and who I can share the joys and frustrations with.

I can't believe the time has just come and gone, and I'm sure before we know it he'll be 6 months old, then a year, and then two. Right now I am just enjoying him being such a sweet little guy, my buddy!

Same old

The little guy is growing so much!! We're really enjoying this interactive phase, and we love seeing him smile.

For the most part things are continuing as usual. We had a fun superbowl weekend with lots of snacks and were able to see our newlywed friends Josh and Sara Fosson. It has been nice to have a quiet day though, and to get some alone time with the baby.

You'd think the baby recovery would be over by now, but Nooooooooo. (Just so you know, I hate complaining because I'm sure lots of people have it much worse and I am being a whiner). I went shopping yesterday, which I have done in the mean time but for some reason I was just annoyed with this particular trip. At one point I was in the dressing room, crammed with the baby in a cart and Jared (who we met for lunch). I had to go to the bathroom (I had forgotten before I left the house), the baby was crying and had a stinky diaper, the size I usually wear was too small, and Jared, rather than comforting his distraught wife kept saying, "I gotta go back to work." I felt like crying, but no tears can come. I hate crying. Lovely day.

Well I just resolved I am never going to wear cute clothes ever ever ever, and there's simply no point. I'm just at home all day, and I have no friends!

Well Baby's crying... gotta run!