A Christmas in pictures

A toy shotgun from Grandma and Grandpa Nichols:


Ollie staring at his Grandpa Reed:


Christmas Eve with the family:


Robot Christmas jammies:


Santa came!


Excited and ready to open presents!


Check out the loot!


Daddy got Buckyballs!


The boys:


Mommy got what she wanted!


Sean all wrapped up in the quilt I made him:


Oliver snuggled up to his Great Grandma Jacobs:


Tay and Aunt Kristi:


There's a first time for everything!


Cute couple!


Itty Bitty missed most of the excitement:


Taylor on the stick horse from Grandma Kaye:

We had a great holiday and hope you all did too!

Just another day in paradise...

Today is my first day on my own with both kiddos. (Technically I was solo yesterday too, but I spent most of the day at my aunt's house, so it doesn't really count.)

It's been quite an adventurous day, to say the least. So far today I've been pooped on, peed on, and puked on. I've cleaned up the aforementioned messes and given the wee one a bath. I've thrown a Transformer across the room after stepping on it for the third time. I've transformed said Transformer at least 20 times, half of those times with only one hand since I was nursing at the same time. I've scrubbed Spaghettio's out of my carpet after a certain three-year-old had his lunch.


I sat the wee one on the floor in front of the Christmas tree to make myself some lunch, and when I came back in the living room he was asleep.



I feel like I've been going and going and going all morning, and yet my living room looks like it got hit by a tornado.


I'm tired and stinky and have a song from "Sid the Science Kid" stuck in my head.

And you know what?

I absolutely love my life and wouldn't want it any other way. It's a privilege taking care of these two little ones every day.

2 Week Check-up

Yesterday was Oliver's two week check-up and BOY was he upset about it. From the second the nurse brought us into the examination room he was screaming his head off and didn't stop until we left.

On the plus side though, he's doing great. He's already an inch longer than he was at birth, and he's gained almost a whole pound in just a week!

Here are his stats-
Weight: 8 lbs, 11 oz (48th %tile)
Height: 21 inches (62nd %tile)
Head: 14.3 inches (33rd %tile)

The doctor said he looked great and that his muscle tone is fantastic for a newborn. He can already hold up his head and neck for short periods of time and can roll onto his side (usually when I'm changing his diaper and he decides he doesn't want me to).

Oliver is just coming out of his first growth spurt, which I'm super excited about because nursing every hour was getting old really fast. Last night he actually slept 2-3 hours at a time, and Sean let me sleep in with the baby until 9:30, which was exactly what I needed.

Taylor is slowly starting to warm up to his baby brother and was asking the other day if he could hold him. As soon as I lay Oliver in his arms Taylor insists that he wants to hold his baby brother all day long. It's so adorable to see Tay hold Ollie; it just melts my heart.


I love both my boys so much (oh, and the older boy I'm married to). As tired as I am sometimes, I'd never give this up for anything.

First Bath

Yesterday Oliver's umbilical cord stump fell off, and all you mommies out there know what that means -

Bath time!

I was worried that Itty Bitty wouldn't like being naked in the water very much, but he LOVED it. As long as I kept pouring the warm water over his belly he was in heaven. It was so nice to get him all clean, and he was perfectly content until I started washing his hair. He's just like his big brother and hates having his hair wet.

It's so strange trying to get back into the swing of taking care of a newborn. They're just so tiny and delicate!

And this is completely unrelated to bath time, but it's so dang cute I just had to post it.

Grandma to the rescue!

My mom is amazing.

Really.

She has spent this whole week at my house, helping me with the kiddos and letting me get some rest and recover. Because of her my house is spotless, my laundry is washed and put away, and I never have a single dirty dish in my sink. I'm so grateful for all she does for me and I have no idea how I'm going to handle flying solo next week.

I don't know of one single person aside from my mom who would use an entire week of vacation time to be someone's maid, but she does it happily. I'm guessing it has something to do with this little guy:

I love you, Mom!!

An Itty Bitty Photo Shoot

Sean and I have officially given Oliver the royal nickname

Sir Itty Bitty, King of the Poopers

Regal, isn't it?

Of course for short we just call him Itty Bitty, which I think suits him quite well.

Last night our Itty Bitty was wide awake and in a good mood, so I busted out the camera and took some cute shots of him.




I attempted to take some pictures of Big Brother as well, but he didn't want the camera in his face and kept sticking his fork up in front of the lens.

Brothers

I love these two little munchkins so much.