Thursday, February 24, 2011

Sick baby.

I suppose it was inevitable. Living in closed quarters with a three-year-old who coughs on everyone and wipes his nose on just about every surface in the house, the baby was bound to catch his sickness.

Up until yesterday Oliver just had a little bit of a runny nose, but then last night it hit him hard. He was crying inconsolably for hours, having crazy coughing fits that would make him throw up. His nose started running like crazy, making it hard for him to breathe and nurse. I think I probably got a combined 3-4 hours of sleep last night because Ollie would only sleep if I was standing and rocking him. Luckily my good friends Tylenol and Motrin have helped him catch some z's, but I'm afraid the next couple of days are going to be awful.

I hate when my babies are sick. I feel so helpless and sooo exhausted. Hopefully both little ones are back to full health soon.

Thursday, February 17, 2011


Taylor woke up yesterday morning complaining of a sore throat, but after a couple glasses of orange juice he said he was feeling better. By the afternoon he started coughing on and off, but it didn't sound too bad. I put him to bed last night and he seemed fine aside from being more tired than usual. Then about an hour later we heard it over the monitor - that icky, deep, seal-bark cough that can only mean one thing:


Tay started crying and coughing harder and harder and by the time Sean got up to his room he had thrown up all over his bed. I called my mom to help me with the baby so Sean and I could help Taylor. Sean cleaned his room while I sat with him in the bathroom with a hot shower running to steam up the room. After his bed was cleaned up Sean ran to Walmart to pick up a humidifier, which ended up being quite the adventure; the storm that hit last night blew a transformer right next to the Lindon Walmart and it was closed, as was Rite Aid and Walgreens. He ended up having to go all the way to the University Parkway Walmart instead.

Anyhoo, while he was gone I took Tay from the steam out into the cold. I remember my parents always doing that for us when we had croup as kids. By the time Sean got home Taylor wasn't coughing as bad and was sooo ready to go back to bed. We set up the humidifier in his room and didn't hear a peep from him the rest of the night.

He's feeling okay this morning but still has that awful cough. I'm trying my hardest to get him to stay near the humidifier and far away from his baby brother. I'm so paranoid about Oliver getting sick, especially with all the recent outbreaks of RSV and Whooping Cough.

Hopefully Tay gets better soon. I hate when my little one isn't feeling well!

Monday, February 14, 2011

My Three Valentines

I'm one lucky girl. I've got not one, not two, but THREE sweet Valentines this year. They're all cute and amazing in their own ways, and I'm so thankful for these three men in my life.

My Chubby Valentine:
This chunker is such a sweet little thing. He smiles and laughs and coos at me all day, and at least once a day my cheeks hurt from smiling so much. He's been such a wonderful baby and I'm so grateful that I have the opportunity to take care of him.

My Silly Valentine:
This little boy is the sunshine of my life. He has a crazy imagination and is always coming up with his own little observations about the world. He's a creator, an inventor, a scientist, and a comedian - all wrapped up in one cute, lanky package. He loves to play and explore and learn all he can about anything and everything. He's incredibly sweet and quick to forgive, and being around him makes me want to be a better person.

My Sweetheart:
I can never say it enough: this man is incredible. The love he has for me and for our family is so real and so strong that it's almost a physical presence in the room. He would do anything for those he loves and he has given up and sacrificed so much for me. He knows me and every little quirk I have, and loves me unconditionally. This is our 13th Valentines Day since we started dating (wow!), and I am still madly, deeply, head-over-heels in love with him. I just couldn't ask for a better partner. I love you sweetie!

To the rest of my friends and family:
I love you all and hope you have a very Happy Valentine's Day!

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Super Bowl

Sean isn't much of a football fan, but I sure am! And lucky for me, my daddy's team is playing in the Super Bowl today! Hope you all enjoy the game, and here's who we'll be cheering for:

Friday, February 4, 2011

Two Months

Oliver is officially two months old as of yesterday. Part of me can't believe two months has already gone by, and the other part of me is relieved that they have. Don't get me wrong - I love my little munchkin to pieces; but a baby person I am not. This last month has been really difficult, but also really exciting. Not only did our little Ollie start smiling, he already started laughing and cooing at us. There's just nothing better than your little one smiling when they see you. I tried to upload a video of his little laugh but it's not working. I'll figure it out eventually. Maybe.

Oliver had his two-month checkup yesterday and the doctor was really surprised with how much he has grown. He certainly is a lot bigger than he was a month ago - he went from being our Itty Bitty to our Chunky Monkey. Here are his stats:

Height: 24.5 inches (92nd %tile)
Weight: 13 lbs, 13 oz (92nd %tile)
Head: 15.75 inches (52nd %tile)

Here are some more little facts about our Chunk:

- He is now in 6-month clothes and size 2 diapers. Yikes!

- He thinks his big brother is hilarious and smiles at him every time he sees him.

- He has a bunch of hair on the back of his head and over his ears, but practically none on top of his head.

- He laughs hysterically in his sleep.

- He's now sleeping 2-4 hours at a time at night.

- He still loves the Moby wrap (and so does Mommy!)

- He "yells" at me and pulls his feet up to his chest when I tickle him. It's so funny!

- He already has longer eyelashes than me.

- Like most babies he's constantly scratching up his face. He hates mittens so there's not much I can do about it except keep his bitty fingernails trimmed as best I can.

- He can already sit up in the Bumbo and support his head. I'm not sure if his neck is really strong or if all the flub just keeps his head propped up.

- He loves the mobile on his swing and will talk and laugh at it every time he sees it.

- He almost never spits up and he burps like his Aunt Kristi (if you've ever heard my sister belch you know how impressive that is).

- He's always really calm with Sean and loves to snuggle with him.

- He has rolls all the way down his thighs and arms. He's even got rolls in his armpits!

Even though I've had my fair share of emotional breakdowns and sleepless nights over the past month I've also had so much fun falling in love with my bitty munchkin. He's just the sweetest little thing!

I'm also very proud of Taylor. He's been so sweet with his baby brother! Now if we can just convince him that he doesn't have to get right up in the baby's face all the time we'll be good. He just loves Oliver so much and smothers him with hugs and kisses all day long.

Oh, and guess who also fits in the Bumbo? What a lanky little three-year-old I have!