6 Weeks

My baby is 6 weeks old today.

Never have I been more exhausted.

Never have I felt more love.

I adore him.

* Peekaboo Photos

Domestic Tranquility

This morning I woke up to the sound of a whimpering baby - not across the hall in his crib, but nearby, as in, next to me in my bed. In my sleepy mind I thought wait, I just fed you, you should still be sleeping...I opened one eye and there was G snuggling with JW. I asked him if the baby was being fussy. G said no, he {G} just wanted to snuggle. New dad syndrome - just wants to love on the little one so much he'll pull him out of his slumber to do so. So sweet and so easy to do when you've had a full night's sleep.

Grandpa G, while staying with us this past week, said, "The key to domestic tranquility is to let sleeping babies lie."
Amen.

Sleepy

Sometimes JW gets confused about when he's supposed to sleep. He likes to sleep all day, and stay up all night. It's a little rough on mama. Especially when he pees on himself in the middle of the night and I have to change his entire wardrobe which is one of his least favorite activities. So we like to snuggle and nap during the day to make up for the long nights. All is forgiven.

Bright Eyes

This is just after my first bath. I didn't like it one bit, but I sure was cute afterwards. My mama says I'm a sweet baby. I would have to agree :)

Merry Christmas

Best Christmas ever.

Joy to the World

My name is JW. I came into this world on December 20, 2009. I weighed 7lbs, 2oz and was 21 inches long. My mom thinks I'm perfect.

I was a fairly easy delivery for my mom. Dad warned that he might get a little woozy with the whole delivery thing. I think he might have had to take a time out on the bench with his head between his legs. This is my first bath. I didn't really love it, but I sure smelled yummy when I was done. I was so cute as a stocking stuffer, I had all the nurses asking for my number. My Grandma Nay and Grandpa Randy came by for a visit. Grandpa Ted and Grandma Kathy also stopped by, along with my mama's friend HJ. My aunts and uncles were all sick, so mama told them to stay home.

Grandma Nay and Grandpa Randy

Finally I get to go home from the hospital. My hat was a little large for my head. If I had any say, I would have made my mom take it off. It reminded me of a picture of my dad when he was playing Dopey in the family play of Snow White and Seven Dwarfs.

A Christmas Miracle

Tonight was my church's Christmas party. I admit, I've never been fond of the church Christmas party. There is always an attempt at making it a spiritual occasion with the primary kids acting out the Christmas story, but mostly it's just chaotic. Then all hell really breaks loose when right after everyone sings Silent Night the conductor turns to the crowd and announces, "Hey everyone, I heard we have a special visitor. Let's see if we can welcome him by singing Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer!!" Any Christmas spirit that was in the room has now blown right out the door as Santa Claus comes jingling in. The kids go wild. I go crazy.

That is why I don't go to the church Christmas party. I'd rather be home watching Tactical Armor on the Military channel with G.

This year I was asked to sing a duet for the program and also play the piano for a small ensemble. Basically, I guilted myself into participating because I wanted to be helpful. 'Tis the season, right? But the best part of the whole night--get ready--NO SANTA CLAUS! Nope. The program ended with a lovely musical number, our bishop said a few words and it was over. The end. Lights on, go home. Now THAT'S a church party worth attending. A Christmas miracle.

Have you ever wondered...

...what the view from the top of a 36 week pregnant lady looks like?

Meet JW.

Being pregnant for the first time has taught me a lot about growing a human and the physical demands on my body. Things that are really unexplainable until you go through it yourself. For example:

• nausea
• sleepiness
• fat ankles
• taffy-pulled ligaments
• loss of brains
• loss of breath
• waddling
• hearing a heartbeat
• seeing a baby
• kick
• punch
• roll
• hiccup...hiccup...hiccup

And a new one for me today - checking the cervix. Holy s-h-i-t {sorry moms}. I thought this would just be a few finger poke around. No. It's a whole hand scrub down. Thank you very much. Now, would someone like to give me the REAL story on labor and delivery? Because I don't want any surprises.

The good news is, I'm 1 1/2 cm dilated and 70% effaced. That's ahead of schedule! JW just might make it into this world in December. I hear jingle bells!

Gourmet Twist

I love a good soft preztel. When I worked at the BL in Trolley Square I used to go to Pretzel Maker almost every shift - the parmesean covered pretzel with a side of marinara dipping sauce was my favorite.

When I moved on to a bigger career, my job took me to NYC a couple times a year for industry conferences. I would ditch the conference lunches and networking events and wander the avenues. I remember passing a pretzel stand near Central Park thinking yes! a BIG New York pretzel for lunch. I don't know why, but something about the pretzel street vendor screamed classic New York snack. It had to be good. So one lunch hour I picked up a giant pretzel with a side of cheese sauce. I took a bite. Blech!! It was like chewing a warm piece of cardboard covered in cold orange goo. I wanted to love it. I tried to eat it, but I'd rather starve than choke it down. NYC pretzel vendor, you so disappointed me. I should have gone to the conference lunch.

Today I went to McDonald's for lunch. I almost never go there so little did I know they are now serving up soft pretzels. It sure looked good in the display box, but it's McDonald's - pretzels aren't really their specialty. Anyone dumb enough to buy that was taking a big fat $2.15 cardboardy risk. The risk taker I am, I indulged. I mean, what the heck, nothing could be worse than that NYC hockey puck. I went for the cinnamon twist and to my delightful suprise, it was hot, soft, cinnamony goodness. Next time I'm in NYC and want a big pretzel, forget the street vendor, I'm going to McDonald's!

A Word from the Womb

"A Utah man am I!"
Go UTES!
35 Weeks