tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68341280348706945102024-03-14T08:02:18.958-07:00RB n KBGood times with our two little boys!MamaKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12844536582044983234noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834128034870694510.post-51899902869002753752012-01-20T10:26:00.000-08:002012-01-20T10:26:40.756-08:00Project 52:2Technically this is last week's photo, it just happens that I took it this week. Oops. I kinda love it. This is my life in one quick snap. A little crazy (Mason screaming) a little sweet (Sutton's suprisingly innocent face) and a little wanna-be hot mamma, as evidenced by my attempt to look 'hip' with my tangled, ratty-looking t-shirt scarf. Wow. <br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>MamaKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12844536582044983234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834128034870694510.post-47353438612495803852012-01-09T09:53:00.000-08:002012-01-09T09:53:34.690-08:00Project 52:1So I have no idea how it started or what it means, but Project 52 is apparently where you take a picture of something every week for a whole year. It apparently revolves around a theme. What an amazing idea! So, here I go. Pic one of 52 for 2012:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of about 15 pics of us, this was the best. :\</td></tr>
</tbody></table>My theme for 52 pictures? Me and the boys. I'm the picture taker in the family. Therefore most of our pics are of one or both of the boys or Rusty with one or both of the boys. By the end of 2012, I will have 52 pictures of the boys with their Mama that they will (hopefully) treasure. This is such a wonderful time in my life. I get to stay at home with our two beautiful, intelligent sons. <br />
On a non-Project 52 note: Uh, we obviously had another baby since my last post. Mere days after my last post, Rusty forced me to put down my beer and take a pregnancy test. Much, much, much to our suprise, we were pregnant after less than a month of trying! Since it took a year to get pregnant with Sutton, we were certainly not expecting it to happen that fast. Fast forward through 9 months of a very easy pregnancy, me quitting my job at UTSA, Sutton's 1st birthday and an amazing delivery and overall birth experience, we have Mason Hayes Brown. Red-haired, blue-eyed Mason. I'm sure people see me with this baby and my brown-haired, brown-eyed mini-me, Sutton and think I stole this baby.<br />
He's such a happy, easy baby. He loves to cuddle and eat (and eat and eat and eat and eat) and smiled for the first time at only 5 weeks old. <br />
Sutton is almost 2 now and is soooo much fun. And knows exactly when to stop being a turd and give me a kiss when I'm about to lose it. Here are some fun things about him:<br />
<ul><li> He calls Mickey Mouse "Hot Dog". I'm assuming because they sing the "Hot Dog Song" at the end of every episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.</li>
<li>He loves hotdogs. He calls Sonic "Hot Dog" every time we drive by.</li>
<li>He has an amazing vocabulary. He picks up about two words a week and doesn't forget them. We rarely have trouble understanding what he wants or to what he's referring.</li>
<li>He's in the 93rd percentile for height. He must get that from his grandparents, because he certainly didn't get it from Rusty or I.</li>
</ul>I am so excited about my Project 52. At the end of the year, I'm hoping to put together a book for each of the boys with all the pictures. Until next week!MamaKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12844536582044983234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834128034870694510.post-22498695340446893652011-03-18T09:02:00.000-07:002011-03-18T09:02:42.791-07:00Swings!So we tried swings with Sutton a while back and he was having none of it. He got the same look on his face as he did when he met Santa. Like he knows he's SUPPOSED to be happy and he's trying really hard for Mama and Dada's sake, but he's just not feeling it. Since the weather has been GORGEOUS, the evenings have been longer and I've mastered the easiest, quickest meals imaginable for supper, Sutton and I have been taking walks around the neighborhood and down to the park, just exploring and checking out the scenery. <br />
Last night we headed over the park/play area on the block behind our house. I thought I'd try Sutton in the swings since I saw my friend Linsay and her son Owen enjoying them so much on her blog. (Shoutout to Linsay, the most amazing, put-together, fashionable SAHM I know.) I plunked Sutton down in the swing (one of those baby/toddler swings that he can't fall out of) gave him a little push and....<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">HE LOVED IT!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh thank Goodness. I was really worried that I was going to have one of those big, brawny boys who are afraid of something ridiculous. Like a swing. Seriously, he was laughing and kicking and squealing and flapping his hands all crazy-like. It was so cute. We were both just cracking up! Apparently we were just being REALLY goofy because all of a sudden a little 6-7 year old boy on the swings next to us says, "You and your baby both laugh the same. Really loud." Um. Thanks? Of course, I didn't want to leave the conversation on THAT awkward note, so I just threw out, " I know, we're having so much fun!" And that child (bless him) says, "Your baby is really cute. But he's wearing a diaper." To which I respond, " Yeah, he's still a bit small to go potty on his own. He doesn't quite walk yet, but he can crawl REALLY fast!" Yes, I felt the need to justify (to a 6 year old) that my 10 month old doesn't use the toilet. Here is the rest of our conversation:</div><div style="text-align: left;">Boy: "How does he crawl so fast?"</div><div style="text-align: left;">Me: "Well, you know how you can run really fast because you run and play all the time and the more you run, the faster you run? (Like that makes ANY sense at all) Sutton crawls a whole lot so he's really fast!"</div><div style="text-align: left;">Boy: (jumps off his swing) "Yeah, I can run really fast like THIS!" and proceeds to stand in place, but pump his arms like he's running one million miles an hour, all the while making what I'm sure is the same face he would make were he to actually run one million miles an hour. Something of a the-wind-is-blowing-my-face-skin-back grimace.</div><div style="text-align: left;">It gave me a nice glimpse into my future as a mom of a crazy little boy. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>MamaKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12844536582044983234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834128034870694510.post-51813483623579282672011-03-07T11:08:00.000-08:002011-03-07T11:08:55.618-08:00Sutton Update<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></div><br />
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<ul><li>He eats pretty much anything now. We started solid table foods at New Years and he LOVES it! He'll eat whatever we're eating for supper and usually has oatmeal and fruit or yogurt for breakfast. Still loves crackers and one of his new favorite snacks is Cheerios. </li>
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</tbody></table><li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">He crawls like no body's business. The kid is FAST. He would much rather crawl than walk right now, since it's easier and faster for him to just crawl to Mama and Dada than practice walking to them.</li>
<li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">He's starting to associate words with the items they correspond to. 'Dada' is Rusty. If I'm ever the one to pick him up from Phyllis' at the end of the day (it's usually Rusty,) he doesn't say Dada until Rusty gets home from work. He also says 'Dog' (well, really is 'Duh!') but it means 'dog' and, just recently, 'Gizzy' which is what Phillis calls her teacup Yorkie, Gizmo. Sutton gets so excited when you say Gizzy and he starts looking around on the floor for the little puppy. Oddly, he says 'Zaza' too, which has absolutely no meaning other than it's the name of his calf out at our family farm, who only is named Zaza because it's a word that Sutton says. Zaza can sometimes be used instead of cow, too.</li>
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</tbody></table><li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">He's cruising! He pulls up on anything, and I mean ANYTHING. He tried to pull up on a pair of pants I was hanging up (or trying to hang up) in our laundry room this weekend. He can pull himself over the edge of the bathtub, which isn't great, because he just falls in head first and then starts to cry because he bonked his head. If he pulls up on something, he doesn't stay in one position long. He holds on with one hand and walks as far as he can then crawls to the next piece of furniture, pulls up and resumes cruising. Of course, this is all done without letting go of his favorite toy...</li>
<li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">A dirty sock! He loves dirty socks. Ewwww! So gross, I know. They're his own dirty socks, so it's not like he's handling anyone else's dirty feet germs. He likes to hold onto one and crawl around, or sometimes he puts it in his mouth and crawls around like a puppy. Crazy kid.</li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's pretty much like this, since he usually gets his dirty sock right off his own foot.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><ul><li>He waves and gives high fives. Oh my goodness, just thinking about him waving his hand up and down and the way he laughs when he gives high fives just warms my heart! It's so stinkin' cute. He flaps his whole arm and hand up and down for a wave and high fives are basically the same action, but slapping your hand and laughing hysterically. He's said 'Buh!' a few times while waving bye-bye, so we're thinking that may be 'Bye!' but he hasn't done it enough for us to really think that he's associating it with bye-bye.</li>
</ul><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Those are the big updates! Of course, there are so many little things that change every day with him. He's just growing up right before our eyes. In less than two months, he'll be a year old! I guess we need to start thinking about themes for his first birthday party!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>MamaKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12844536582044983234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834128034870694510.post-68920566280634136372010-12-08T08:24:00.000-08:002010-12-08T08:26:03.148-08:00Tis the Season!"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at yo...GRANDMA GOT RUN OVER BY A REINDEER!" These are the jumbled Christmas songs that have been floating around our house lately. I love singing The Christmas Song to Sutton because it's so soothing and pretty; Rusty loves to jump in with Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer because it's fun to sing and makes Sutton laugh. <br />
The holiday season is here! Cold weather, Christmas lights, trees and decorations, pictures with Santa and plans to visit family far and wide.<br />
Sutton is 7 months old now and I couldn't think of a better age to experience a first Christmas. He's sitting up, scootching around (not <em>quite</em> crawling,) laughing and smiling at so many things and responding to us in so many new exciting ways. He makes the funnies faces when responding to certain words. He makes his guppy face when we say Paw Paw (which is what we call my stepdad, Jeff) and this <em>completely</em> cheesy grin when we're playing with him and being silly. Oh, and our baby doesn't giggle sweetly. He guffaws. His laugh goes something like this, "Huuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh, ah huuuuh, huuuuuuuhhhhhhhh, uhhhhh!" It's <em>so</em> funny! He's also becoming more accustomed to his Gerber Puffs snacks that we've been feeding him for about a month or so, now. He still makes some pretty funny faces while eating them, but he'll no longer just spit them out. I think his new tooth is helping the chewing process. We've known that one of his top teeth is close to coming in, but last night, I actually <em>heard</em> him grinding his top tooth and lower teeth together. So apparently, it's broken through the gum. We are now a three-toothed baby boy! I'm thinking about moving him onto Stage 3 food now, and seeing how he does with a few soft pieces to chew on. <br />
Since it's Christmas -time, we <em>of course</em> had to take Sutton to have his picture made with Santa. We went last Saturday and it was a great experience! I can totally understand all the fun of taking children to do children stuff in a setting where there is absolutely nothing to do for adults other than watch their kiddos have fun. Sutton was a bit fussy (it was about his nap time) when we first got to the mall so I was a bit worried about him just being a toot when his turn came. We didn't have long to wait as we got there early (of course) and were third in line. However, once Santa showed up I think Sutton could feel all the excitement because he just went totally goofy and started cheesing and laughing like crazy. He was flirting with a mom behind us and I kept telling him that she was married and her husband was going to get mad. The couple had their little boy with them to take pictures and the dad was like, "Don't worry, kid, I'm not the jealous type!" Cute cute cute. So Sutton's turn came and we plopped him down on Santa's lap and went to stand by the camera. Sutton just kinda sat there. He wasn't smiling, but he wasn't freaking out (I didn't think he would throw a fit, he's still pretty good about going to total strangers at this point.) So I started making faces and saying, "I'm going to get you!" which always makes him laugh. And he smiled! Not a full-fledged Sutton smile, but a smile nonetheless. We'll take it where we can get it!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sutton's first picture with Santa Claus!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>That whole afternoon was a whirlwind of tinsel, trees and lights. We picked out our tree (I'm pretty sure Rusty would have bought the 12 foot Noble Fir if I wasn't with him. He joking pointed at it and we laughed, but I'm pretty sure I saw a little longing in his eyes. We ended up with the 6-7 footer.) bought some ornaments and lights and headed home to decorate the house. We had only about an hour to put up lights outside and get the tree in the stand before we had to start getting ready for Rusty's office Christmas party, so we brought Sutton's pack n play outside and went to work. Rusty and I took turns working on the lights, but he did most of the work and we got them all up and looking just lovely! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Goofing around with some reindeer antlers we bought him.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Since Rusty's company Christmas party is a pretty serious affair, we opted to get a babysitter for Sutton rather than bring him, although he would have been perfectly welcome at the party. Mommy and Daddy needed a night out, too! Our sitter was actually the granddaughter of Sutton's everyday sitter, Phyllis. AND her name is Kali! I'm sure Sutton was so confused, hearing someone else called by my name PLUS she looked so much like my sister, Brooke. He did great with Kali and Rusty and I had a great time!<br />
We have lots of plans for the holidays: We're flying to DFW Christmas Eve to be with Rusty's family and I have off a whole week between Christmas and New Years, so we have lots of time to spend with our sweet boy!<br />
Till my next blog! And I PROMISE it won't be a whole month from now!MamaKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12844536582044983234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834128034870694510.post-40159883540200960452010-11-05T13:34:00.000-07:002010-11-05T13:39:08.002-07:006 mos Check UpThis morning was Sutton's 6 month check-up and it could not have gone better! Well, maybe if he didn't have to get his shots, but we know those are for his own good! Sutton is right where he should be developmentally. Our regular pedi, Dr Jones, was out, so we saw one of his associates, Dr Austin. She was great! She asked about any new things he has been doing (pulling up on all fours and 'rocking', eating stage 2 baby food, getting better at his hand-eye coordination when reaching for and picking up objects,) his sleep habits (about 12 hours at night, hardly any naps during the day,) how often and how much he eats (5 times a day, nursing, breastmilk and formula and baby food,) and whether he's sitting up on his own (almost, but not quite.) Sutton is 19 lbs even, in the 75th percentile in weight, 27 3/4 inches long, 75th percentile in height and has a 17 inch head, which is in the 50th percentile. He got his 6 mos immunizations and also the first of his two flu shots. So he's truckin' along just as he should be! <br />
Here is our happy baby boy showing off his new skillz at the Dr's office:<br />
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</tbody></table>MamaKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12844536582044983234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834128034870694510.post-77415518850251378062010-11-03T10:24:00.000-07:002010-11-03T10:24:23.869-07:00Weekend trip to the coast.Rusty spent this past weekend fishing in Port O'Connor with some friends and since I hate staying by myself (even with the alarms and shotgun. Seriously, just try to break into our house.) I decided to head down to Port Aransas to join my mom, Jeff and Leigh Ann and Lyn (good friends.) <br />
Sutton did GREAT on the way down. He really didn't start fussing until we got into Corpus. Of course, that was about 6:30 and he hadn't anything to eat since about 3:30. We stopped and surprised my grandparents in Portland (you don't know joy until you are standing on a porch and watching the face of a great-grandmother as she opens the door to a surprise visit from her favorite great-grandson!) and had a nice visit and got something to eat. Of course, we left right about Sutton's bedtime, so he totally konked out on the trip over to Port A. I got really excited about taking his picture on his first ferry ride:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So much for an exciting picture!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">So much for that. He slept right through his first ride.</div>Saturday Sutton and I spent some time at the pool. It was a bit chilly, so we just enjoyed the sunshine and gorgeous weather! It was his first time at (if not in) the pool, so I had to snap a couple of photos of him in his cute get-up!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at that blue sky! Gorgeous!</td></tr>
</tbody></table> Once everyone got back from fishing, we met them at Woody's. Sutton spent some quality time with Jeff learning who all the locals were at Woody's, who's boat was whose and who he could go fishing with and who not to go fishing with. It was adorable.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">O'Rear and Sutton at Woody's</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Sunday we just hung out for a few hours since Rusty was still fishing in POC and we were going to try to leave at the same time he did. Rusty sent us some pics of the big reds he caught that day and Sutton loved looking at them!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tap fingertips to lips several times.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tap the 'C' shape to chin </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tap fingertips together several times</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">PLEASE</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">THANK YOU</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ALL FINISHED (with food)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> We would LOVE it if everyone in his life were to learn these simple signs to help Sutton get the idea. So far, the only consistent reaction we get is the fishy-face when we ask if he's hungry or wants some ninny (to nurse.) And of course, the screams and grunts when we flash a bottle in front of his face! I really want to find a sign for nursing. I'd use 'milk' (tap fist to chest) but I don't want to confuse him in a few months when he starts drinking regular milk and I sure as hell don't want to rub my boobies as a sign asking him if he wants some milk! Kinda defeats the purpose of a discreet sign for nursing! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> He's such a big kid and eats so much! I went grocery shopping last night and went ahead and picked up stage 2 baby food instead of the stage 1 he's been on. We tried mixed vegetables last night, so we'll wait on the poop report from Nanny (his sitter) to see how that went! So funny that we're so dependent on his poop to tell us how he's doing. Oh well, I hear it's the topic of choice for the very young and the very old.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We also tried some fruit-flavored puffed snacks last night. Those Gerber Graduate puffy-star things? I had to try one to see just how quickly they dissolved, because I was pretty nervous about him putting something so small in his mouth. Faster than TP in a tsunami. Satisfied my curiosity! He ate one, but made a pretty funny face and gagged alot. He wasn't choking as we could see the puff on the end of his tongue, so we're thinking it was either the sensation of solid food on his tongue or the tartness of the Strawberry-Apple flavor. Maybe he'll like the Tomato ones better... No matter the flavor, he spent quite a bit of time working on his hand/eye coordination, so that was a plus! He's getting really good at gripping things and both Rusty and I were pleasantly surprised at his dexterity when handling the food. At one point, he was struggling to pick up a star-puff with his right hand so he reached over with his left hand and grabbed it right away! Lefties run in both sides of our family so we may have a south-paw on our hands! </div>MamaKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12844536582044983234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834128034870694510.post-59787409123694842512010-10-25T10:01:00.000-07:002010-10-25T10:01:22.194-07:00Sutton's First Halloween Party!We had a crazy busy couple of days this past weekend! I completed my Hunter's Education Safety Course on Saturday (from 9am to 3pm. EXHAUSTING.) got my herrrr did after that and then we loaded up Sutton to head over to Marli's brother Vince's house for a Halloween party. Rusty and I dressed up in our regular, day-to-day clothes as 'the parents of the cutest baby EVER.' (We were a big hit.) Sutton wore his ADORABLE dragon costume. Here are a few pictures we snapped of Sutton.<br />
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There are so many things that Sutton is doing now that I really haven't mentioned on Facebook or on here. <br />
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<ul><li>He's rolling over, both from his back to his belly and from his belly to his back. </li>
<li>He sleeps on his tummy, even if you lay him down on his back and it's so simply sweet to see his little cheek pressed against the sheets of his crib, squishing his lips up as he slumbers away. </li>
<li>He loves to chew on his feet and fingers and (luckily) has not shown any tendencies to suck his thumb.</li>
<li>He now has TWO teeth! His bottom middle teeth hav both come in and they are so cute! I will say it's a bit disconcerting to look at a five month old who has teeth. It's like a weird baby/toddler look. His first one came in on October 1, just three days before the 5 month milestone and the other came through this past weekend while Rusty and I were in Lubbock.</li>
<li>He reaches for everything! You have to hide his bottle from him until you're ready to give it to him or he'll go nuts reaching for it, leaning towards to and making a fishy-face and noises. Not going to lie, sometimes we tease him because it's so cute!</li>
<li>He likes all fruit, squash and green beans, but not peas! I guess I'll still be the only one in the house who eats them.</li>
<li>He is very ticklish, just like me! Tickling his ribs, thighs and neck will make him laugh so hard he gets hiccups.</li>
</ul>I'm so excited about Halloween this year. We have an early Halloween party to go to this weekend and Sutton (finally) gets to wear the costume I ordered him months ago. Can't wait to see him in his dragon costume! I'm going to go ahead and dress up for the party, too. It's going to be a suprise, and I sure hope it turns out ok.<br />
Sutton and I are going to spend some quality Mommy/Son time together this week. Rusty is in Kansas for EM training. I know Sutton and I both are going to miss him so much!MamaKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12844536582044983234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834128034870694510.post-52708276834739078882010-10-08T07:57:00.000-07:002010-10-08T07:57:58.441-07:00More Peas, Please!Sutton had peas for the first time last night. This was his first vegetable or even non-sweet baby food (we started with fruits, so he was in for quite the suprise on veggies!) I walked in the door from work and Rusty was veeeerrrrryyyy ssssllllowwwwllllyyyy getting Sutton to eat the peas. He would make some very funny faces, but he ate them all!<br />
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</tbody></table>MamaKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12844536582044983234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834128034870694510.post-22673512300280048152010-10-06T08:07:00.000-07:002010-10-06T08:13:07.051-07:005 Months Old and So Much Fun!I love this age! Sutton is so much fun. So sweet and cuddly, but starting to really show some independence and amazing us every day with new things. Just this morning, he started blowing 'raspberries' and it was the cutest thing! Add to that the SUPER cute hat Rusty put on him and it was just an overload of adorable-ness.<br />
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Sutton and I made our first Mommy/Son roadtrip together this weekend to go visit our family in Victoria. I was so proud of myself. I even stopped to use the restroom at Buc-ee's, took Sutton in with me and made it out alive and with no crying (from either of us!) KK, O'Rear and Tia Brooke and Tio Tyler were so happy to see Sutton! We just hung out at the house, watched some football and then made a quick trip to Target Sunday morning before Sutton and I headed back home to meet Rusty (who spent the weekend hunting with the guys.) Here are some pics of Sutton hanging out with O'Rear:<br />
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</tbody></table>Saturday night, my Mom gave Sutton a bath in the kitchen sink, which I think is just the cutest thing ever! I walked away to get the soap while she was undressing him and when I got back, he was facing away from me. Mom turned him around and I had to snap a few shots of what I saw:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who bathes a baby with a tootie in their mouth?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Mama, I've never had a bath with my tootie before!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"My tootie is nice and clean, too!"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Sunday morning, Tyler was playing with Sutton on the couch and started blowing in his face, just one little puff at a time, and every time he would blow, Sutton would do this little gasp thing and laugh so hard! It was so sweet to watch them playing together!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tia Brooke's lap is way better than a Bumbo!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Sutton is just growing and changing so fast! I'm sure everyone saw on my blog that Sutton got his first tooth a few days ago. It was October 1, so just 3 days shy of his official 5 month birthday. Very early to be cutting teeth, I'm told! I haven't been able to snap any pics of that little bitty tooth, but I'm still working on it! Maybe once he falls asleep it will be easier to get!<br />
In Nanny News (Sutton's sitter, Phyllis, is called Nanny by all her kids! How cute is that?) Sutton might be kind of a bully. He's her youngest right now and the next youngest is a 9 month old bruiser of a kid named JJ. Sutton is so loud with his squeals and laughs that all the noise scares JJ! Phyllis laughs about it and has a story for me every morning when I drop off Sutton. She just adores all her kids and is always quick to grab Sutton for a hug in the mornings and is always holding him when we pick him up in the evenings! She's one of those people who hide their wings very well!<br />
Phyllis took her semi-annual vacation back to New Jersey (Good Night, I can't wait to see what Sutton will sound like when he starts talking between our Texas twang and Phyllis' Jersey accent!) last week and we were lucky enough to have Rusty's mom come and stay with Sutton. She got a whole week of Sutton/Grammy time and loved every minute of it! She was a God-send. Came home to supper cooked every night, house picked up, stocked us up on groceries and took Sutton on all kinds of adventures! Botanical Gardens, swinging at the park, lots of walks and they read lots of books, too! I know you enjoyed it, Debbie, but we REALLY appreciate everything!<br />
Whew! That's a lot of updating! Maybe I should try to make this a weekly thing...MamaKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12844536582044983234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834128034870694510.post-68054928951505180442010-09-12T18:26:00.000-07:002010-09-12T18:26:28.193-07:00This weekend was BANANAS! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!And we're on to baby food! Sutton has been one hungry hippo lately, nursing for very long periods of time, eating more and more cereal more and more often and is STILL hungry. Last week, our pedi, Dr Jones, suggested to start him on fruits when he hits 20 weeks. Meh, what's a week and a half? Especially since Sutton hasn't been sleeping more than about 4-5 hours at a time without wanting to nurse or take a bottle. We have been VERY sleepy parents for about two weeks!<br />
Sutton got his first taste of baby food ('naners! YUM!) on Saturday afternoon. From what I've heard and seen, most babys have SOME kind of reaction to trying 'real' food for the first time. Shock. Disgust. Excitement. SOMETHING. Sutton? Nothing. No reaction. You wouldn't even know we were feeding him anything different! I mean, he liked it, I guess, since he didn't spit it out or make an awful face, but he didn't go crazy over it either. Just ate. And ate. And then ate some more.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blank face on his first bite!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What do you mean I've never had this food before?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>So now, we're nursing/taking a bottle 5-6 times a day, eating cereal twice a day and bananas twice a day. We can only introduce one new fruit a week, I'm assuming to make sure he handles it ok or maybe to make sure there aren't any allergic reactions. Next week, I think we're going to try pears.<br />
Saturday, we had some people over to hang out, bbq and watch the Tech game. Kolby and Marli hadn't seen Sutton in a while and were so suprised how big he was! My very good friend, Kaela, came over as well for some snuggles.<br />
Sutton is still chewing on everything and slobbering everywhere. No teeth have made an appearance, but we check daily to see when those pearly white chompers will show up!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chewing on his exersaucer toys.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I can't get over how much Sutton is growing up. He constantly amazes us with new things. It seems like every weekend, I discover something new about him. I know that makes it sound like I only see him on the weekends, but it's the only time we can spend all day, every day together and I notice all his new tricks! This weekend, I noticed three big things:<br />
<ol><li>Sutton will now reach his arms out to you when he wants to be picked up. It's an amazing thing to have a child reach for you for comfort. When you've tried every toy and gadget you have and the only thing that will soothe them is your arms, you know love.</li>
<li>He is picking up on things that indicate it's time to eat. I'm trying to use the same words for different types of food so he will make the association. Nummies for nursing, bottle for bottle feeding, cereal for cereal. He understands 'hungry' and knows he's about to eat when we put his bib on him. While he's eating , he actually will grab the hand that's holding his spoon and direct it towards his mouth! That blows my mind! And you can't feed him fast enough. Meal times go something like this: Put bib on Sutton, "SQUEAL!" pop a bite in his mouth, swallow. Then he'll scream because there isn't more food in his mouth so we'll use that opportunity to shove another bite in, swallow. You get the picture!</li>
<li>He likes to make out. If you put your face close to his, he'll grab your head on either side of your face and pull you towards him so he can slobber all over you. I think they're pretty sweet kisses. Love them!</li>
</ol>We have a wedding coming up in two weeks that Rusty and I are both in the wedding party. We'll be traveling to Granbury to see two very close friends of ours tie the knot and recite their vows in front of God, family and friends. Sutton will be there for part of the celebration, but will spend most of the time with Rusty's mom. We're so excited to take him on yet another roadtrip! <br />
MamaKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12844536582044983234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834128034870694510.post-70228140018215376162010-09-09T09:45:00.000-07:002010-09-09T09:45:11.817-07:00Labor Day Weekend and 4 mo checkupWhew! What a busy past few days it's been! We've been half-way across Texas and back, to the Dr's office in a hurricane and let me tell you, I'll take the 5 hour trip and back over driving in nasty weather anytime!<br />
Saturday morning we loaded up the truck with huntin' gear, game trail cameras, baby stuff, our little family and my dad and headed to Arden, TX, just outside of San Angelo.<br />
The property we stayed on belongs to the Thorp family, some good friends of Rusty's family. We stayed in an amazingly historical ranch house. It was beautiful, with the original screened porch that was perfect for catching the breeze. Here are some pics of the house from this weekend (screened in porch on the right side) and of the original house, built in 1907.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo Courtesy of <a href="http://www.gosanangelo.com/news/2006/dec/24/range-land-management-saved-historic-ranch/">http://www.gosanangelo.com/news/2006/dec/24/range-land-management-saved-historic-ranch/</a><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">While we were there, we did some dove hunting and lots of scouting for the upcoming deer season. Yummy food, great family times and, TECH FOOTBALL! This weekend kicked off the Tech football season and marked a HUGE milestone in Sutton's life: FIRST TECH GAME! He rocked his little Tech onesie and was simply CAPTIVATED by the game on TV.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Monday afternoon, we headed back home and back to the real world. Turns out, the real world was preparing for Tropical Storm Hermine! We've had more rain in the last two days than we've had in September in the last 30 years! That's a whole lotta wet! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Since we thought it was just going to be rain, I went ahead and headed to the Dr on Tuesday morning to take Sutton in for his 4 month check up. This kid. He's chubby. I don't know where he gets it! He's now weighing in at 16 lbs, 6 oz and is 26 inches long. Everything is great, growing as he should, development and motor skills exactly where they should be and most exciting of all (at least for Sutton): we get start fruits as soon as he hits the 20 week mark! Pears and bananas and applesauce, oh, my! Can't wait to see what those are going to smell like. I've started letting him hold a spoon when feeding him cereal. Hopefully, he'll make the association. He picks up on things so quickly! It blows my mind that he starts opening his mouth like a little guppy as soon as he hears the word 'cereal' and we put his bib on! How does he already know that?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sutton is now laughing like CRAZY at so many different things. He loves when you bark like a puppy at him. He loves to be held up over your head and when you bend him over backwards like you're going to 'drop' him. He is also VERY ticklish, just like his Mommy! He cracks up when you nuzzle his neck or tickle his toes. Just this morning, I started squeezing his upper thigh and he laughed so hard he almost choked! (Maybe no more tickles while nursing...) Tuesday night, he was just staring at Rusty and would just start to chuckle every time Rusty would look at him. We all three of us were laughing hysterically! He loves to grab his feet and anything else you put near him (including long hair, hence my recent loss of locks!) and still will just squeal for minutes while playing. Some of his favorite songs are Frere Jacques, Old McDonald and, still, You Are My Sunshine.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">In all, we're just bouncing along; work, play, sleep, eat, poop. That's our life! </div>MamaKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12844536582044983234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834128034870694510.post-4001888553265519142010-08-26T06:47:00.000-07:002010-08-26T08:05:22.737-07:00Our First "Sick" Dr Appt, Cutting Teeth and Just Growing Up in GeneralDo all mothers have to try so hard not to bawl when they discover their little baby boy is cutting his first tooth? I can hardly think about it without tearing up! My sweet little angel baby is growing up too fast and I just want to stop time! For the past few weeks, Rusty and I have been thinking that Sutton has been teething as he's constantly chewing on his hands, fists, bib, towel, our hands, my boobs and anything else he can get into his mouth. Add in that he has personified 'drool bucket' lately and we figured teeth were going to be popping up pretty soon. And sure enough, last night, I felt a little bump on his bottom gumline. After we had been expecting it for so long, I thought I would be excited! But I wasn't. I was so sad and overwhelmed! I don't want him to grow up! He's so sweet and fun and amazing right now, I just don't want anything to change! I guess we getter get used to it, because he has a long way to go, a lot of growing up to do and there are going to be LOTS of changes along the way!<br />
One of the changes we've noticed lately is that Sutton is so congested! He snorts and wheezes and blows boogers everywhere! After researching online, asking the grandmas and polling friends with babies, we pretty much decided it was normal. So we brought out the saline drops and just tried to keep Sutton from looking like a snot-face.<br />
Then, last week, he had a couple little throw up incidents that kinda scared me, so I called the WONDERFUL Methodist Hospital Call a Nurse line Friday evening. Katie, an RN, informed me that it might be a stomach bug but as long as he wasn't dehydrated and was acting normal, not to be concerned but to make an appointment with our pediatrician anyways. Thankfully, our pediatricians practice offers Saturday appointments and we were able to get Sutton in at 9:30am. <br />
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OUR LITTLE PORKER WEIGHS 15 LBS, 9 OZ!<br />
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After we recovered from shock, we waited patiently for the pediatrician on call to see us. Sutton just started squealing and did NOT stop the entire time we were in the dr's office. It was so cute, but rediculous because here we are with our 'sick' baby, showing up for a Dr's appointment on a Saturday, and he's cooing and squealing and rolling around on the exam table like he doesn't have a care in the world!<br />
The pediatrician on-call (who was amazing!) told us not to worry about the throw up, to try to keep him on breastmilk for the next couple of days (we've still be supplementing with formula) and just make sure he stays hydrated. And she wasn't at all concerned about the congestion. <br />
He's doing much better now, no more throwing up, we have a cool-mist humidifier in his room and are regularly squirting saline solution up his nose to keep his little nasal passages moist. I even love his nasal passages. This kid is a miracle to me.<br />
The biggest change lately has been... wait for it.... Sutton is rolling over! He will roll from his tummy to his back and is SO close to going back to tummy. Rusty sent me a video one day on my way home from work and said Sutton had rolled over three times in a row! Our sitter, Phyllis, said that he does it during the day, too! I watch the video all the time, but I STILL haven't seen him do it in person! I'll keep trying and watching and I'm sure my vigilance will be rewarded eventually!<br />
Some other highlights:<br />
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<ul><li>Rusty measured Sutton top to toes and he is about 26 inches long! That's only three inches away from growing out of his infant carrier!</li>
<li>He now eats 2-3 tablespoons of rice cereal morning and night.</li>
<li>He LOVES his exersaucer and to be standing up, sitting up laying on his tummy; pretty much anything other than laying on his back.</li>
<li>He is gaining more and more control of his hands. He is contantly grabbing at things (his favorite is my hair. I'm chopping it all off. ASAP.)</li>
<li>Sutton loves it when you bark like a puppy at him and stick your tongue out and pant like a dog. This cracks him up every time!</li>
<li>He is still so cuddly and loves to be held and rocked and hugged and kissed on.</li>
<li>He loves to be sung "You are My Sunshine"</li>
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Weekdays start at 5:30am when I wake up and get myself ready for work. Thankfully, Sutton would sleep until who-knows-what hour of the morning if I let him, so I don't have to worry about him while showering and getting dressed. I usually wake him up about 6:45 and he nurses and gets some cereal. Then it's into the carseat and off to Nannys! <br />
Rusty and I finally have our morning routine down to where it's manageable and not just us flying around the house grabbing bottles, lunch, binkys and the baby, shoving it all in the car and trying to remember to open the garage before I back out! Turns out it's much easier to get everything ready the night before. Hm. Who'd have thunk it?<br />
I still miss Sutton SO much while I'm at work. Instead of getting easier, it's getting harder to be away from him every day. Thankfully, it's our busy season at work and the days are flying by in a blur of students, paperwork and pumping.<br />
Pumping at work. You think people would understand that my son has to eat and while I'm pumping, I might as well be walking around topless for everything you can see. Oh, no; they don't hesitate to knock and ask if I can help with something, even though I sent out a very polite, discreet email on my first day back about being unavailable while I make my son's lunch for the next day AND have a 'Privacy, Please!' sign on my door. <br />
Sutton is growing like a weed. A cute, bubbly, talkative little weed! Every day after work when Rusty picks him up, before I get home, they have 'Daddy Boot Camp.' I quit asking what happens during this half hour, since the one time I asked, I was told Sutton is learning to walk, crawl and cuss. Ah, my boys! Exciting things do happen at Daddy Boot Camp, though. Yesterday, Rusty told me that Sutton had rolled over from his belly to his back! He's done this once when he was about 9 weeks old, but I'm convinced it was a fluke since he rolled into a crack on the couch. So this was his first 'true' roll over! <br />
He's also using his exer-saucer and LOVES it. He bats at the toys and wiggles around and makes the whole exer-saucer rock back and forth. Just goes crazy! <br />
This Saturday, I will spend my first night away from him without Rusty. I'm going to a very good friend of ours bachelorette party in New Braunfels. Very excited, but very anxious about being away from Sutton during one of the few times I have to spend all day and all night with him! There's no telling what he's going to learn at a full day of Daddy Boot Camp!MamaKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12844536582044983234noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834128034870694510.post-79194101803169446882010-07-31T18:17:00.000-07:002010-07-31T18:17:00.572-07:004 days shy of 3 months old<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVxwSheFB-KojpSjghiDueTH78muT8okSOfmNFtnTBXCfTtCrqIhGjx7WpGidcR1Owtq3DUnyUJTZ3bW2OPi5nH64x_8j7gMy-iOtVyyikQKRkIVu_9dlP8z2J06cRECqW2-T5w5Kdas/s1600/100_3988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVxwSheFB-KojpSjghiDueTH78muT8okSOfmNFtnTBXCfTtCrqIhGjx7WpGidcR1Owtq3DUnyUJTZ3bW2OPi5nH64x_8j7gMy-iOtVyyikQKRkIVu_9dlP8z2J06cRECqW2-T5w5Kdas/s320/100_3988.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj52GzOd57NTcrDCbZMq5Z4TrhuSNpLT9JY33Z9DqkbpYNC1CKnsmQD82Xfc-EzHgVXe1ZFwgMEcXKuEB9aWzpWahgZ8zfnoxtn6zPOmLptclXiEs9QA-ztqnsFOuV5Ulg4YsNBtL5pfG4/s1600/100_3989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj52GzOd57NTcrDCbZMq5Z4TrhuSNpLT9JY33Z9DqkbpYNC1CKnsmQD82Xfc-EzHgVXe1ZFwgMEcXKuEB9aWzpWahgZ8zfnoxtn6zPOmLptclXiEs9QA-ztqnsFOuV5Ulg4YsNBtL5pfG4/s320/100_3989.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheDWg9i9u_Qm49p_Vdk1YgZDgC09vLr5_F__hJE3KjOwNIevt5DKA0JFkdO43u4MwKA_glxpWTamOwz_z6MDYZzDeJVs2elZtZBb7K89ujTbMJ8LNycfwmkx3Wa4GKMGPHRm5Q7j1QgIA/s1600/100_3990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheDWg9i9u_Qm49p_Vdk1YgZDgC09vLr5_F__hJE3KjOwNIevt5DKA0JFkdO43u4MwKA_glxpWTamOwz_z6MDYZzDeJVs2elZtZBb7K89ujTbMJ8LNycfwmkx3Wa4GKMGPHRm5Q7j1QgIA/s320/100_3990.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7F3ikMJb7UVeM3__Wbuje6lDZ_m2TiLiIFde8pMF7fzx0j42i9e0CZU-w2yURDvbddBGFz0_PIpgXwEvpTOVEtCbK5kPi4jl91WgHH5Q__IGLQWltUu1zKyBqvjMty0-kq_qeIaad2ME/s1600/100_3991.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7F3ikMJb7UVeM3__Wbuje6lDZ_m2TiLiIFde8pMF7fzx0j42i9e0CZU-w2yURDvbddBGFz0_PIpgXwEvpTOVEtCbK5kPi4jl91WgHH5Q__IGLQWltUu1zKyBqvjMty0-kq_qeIaad2ME/s320/100_3991.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDF8Jr9i_cesVPSIcUY2hfIXrN-woa_q05_Mke-kv9aLDw4i1WyxTn9L3cJL3YGqdn29X3e90awsso4WnkdHqVFxmC-PLnXtJZgbHvutk0YHfFV0BKNUFoxqH87IHnG8JUxtPfr5eNW7A/s1600/100_3992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDF8Jr9i_cesVPSIcUY2hfIXrN-woa_q05_Mke-kv9aLDw4i1WyxTn9L3cJL3YGqdn29X3e90awsso4WnkdHqVFxmC-PLnXtJZgbHvutk0YHfFV0BKNUFoxqH87IHnG8JUxtPfr5eNW7A/s320/100_3992.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigyx_XptsB5YNiAmxi6jt_CghfgMeRLa6eMaMrzABnXvePwjtg6KwvqH6F06f4xtgDLMKrcR6Tj6FTikKo44KxnZVTN-uqrwKeDHAOX07VtbCUkUxSr908EXGXNPYIXhP_-jUqu7b407Y/s1600/100_3993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigyx_XptsB5YNiAmxi6jt_CghfgMeRLa6eMaMrzABnXvePwjtg6KwvqH6F06f4xtgDLMKrcR6Tj6FTikKo44KxnZVTN-uqrwKeDHAOX07VtbCUkUxSr908EXGXNPYIXhP_-jUqu7b407Y/s320/100_3993.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7IH5-hXHUHsvZuDPKlzQ8W-D35bBL9E5m30Re1HkXrf3r4bHhUf3zJ0DaewW3kRNrteuNLzE-YB-M1wHaBs39a2NkKY4DM2EbZeoFJMWVhw1C9LitSnKboKyWGiwIDM4Juvis0wrmrik/s1600/100_3998.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7IH5-hXHUHsvZuDPKlzQ8W-D35bBL9E5m30Re1HkXrf3r4bHhUf3zJ0DaewW3kRNrteuNLzE-YB-M1wHaBs39a2NkKY4DM2EbZeoFJMWVhw1C9LitSnKboKyWGiwIDM4Juvis0wrmrik/s320/100_3998.JPG" /></a></div>MamaKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12844536582044983234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834128034870694510.post-36264285719402676022010-07-25T15:42:00.000-07:002010-07-25T15:42:01.227-07:00Our first go 'round with cerealSo, the day before I go back to work probably isn't the best time to try new things, but we figured, what the heck, enough things are changing for Sutton anyways, so what's a couple more? <br />
This afternoon, we tried some cereal for the first time and last night was Sutton's first night in his crib upstairs. He did pretty good in his crib, considering yesterday was a VERY lazy day for all of us and we all three slept ALOT during the day. Sutton was no where near tired come his bedtime, but we stuck to our routine and got him ready for bed and put him down around 7:30. He fussed a bit, but with a little help from his tootie (I don't know why, but lately we've been calling his pacifier his tootie) he soon was snoozing. He's been sleeping through the night until about 6:30 or 7am, but I think being in a new environment coupled with lots of napping the day before threw off his sleep schedule and he woke up at about 2 (I just stuck his tootie back in his mouth) and again at 5:30 to eat. Then he went back down until around 8:30. Not too shabby!<br />
I am so excited about Sutton trying cereal! I know it may seem a bit early, he'll be 12 weeks next Tuesday, but the Dr said to go ahead and start him on cereal at 3 months, so we decided to give it a shot as he's almost constantly hungry. And he did great! I won't say that more didn't end up on his bib than in his tummy, but he enjoyed it for about 10 minutes (WAY longer than I thought he would tolerate the spoon) and was actually opening his mouth and reaching for this spoon! Hopefully he tolerates it as well tomorrow evening and from now on. Here are a few pics we snapped:<br />
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I know it's not really the LAST time I'll do these things, but this is the end of my all-day, every-day time with Sutton. I cried. ALOT. He couldn't coo or giggle or squeal without me tearing up and having to pick him up and squeeze him.<br />
Then, right before lunch, I got some devasting news. I called my OBGYN's office to confirm that my paperwork for my return to work had been faxed and was informed that Dr Kittrell had passed away. My heart dropped. I was, and am still, so upset about it. This is the man who delivered our son just a few weeks before he passed away. I saw him for my 6-week post-delivery check-up less than two weeks before he passed away. It was very sudden and unexpected. His office staff was audibly upset on the phone while we were speaking. Logically, I don't see why I should be so upset, but this is the person who helped bring our son into the world. I complained about his office quite a bit, but I loved him as a Dr and was of the mind that he would most likely be delivering the children we will have in the years to come.<br />
Today has been so hard. I want to weekend to last forever and am still hoping for a Hail Mary that will let me stay home with Sutton. It hasn't hit me that Monday morning, I'll drop him off at the Nanny's and be away from him all day. I can't even comprehend that.MamaKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12844536582044983234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834128034870694510.post-15935072487008647762010-07-22T20:12:00.000-07:002010-07-22T20:12:46.324-07:00We are so blessed!After writing our last post, I got curious and starting clicking 'Next Blog' at the top of our blog page. And with each blog I explored, I felt more and more blessed. Truly blessed. Not lucky. Not fortunate. Blessed. He is watching out for us, and the majority of the time, we don't realize or acknowledge Him.<br />
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The first blog was about a family who lost their baby at 37 weeks. Do you know what happens when a baby dies in the womb at 37 weeks? You go through childbirth. Either vaginally or via Cesarean. Just as if you were having a baby and nothing was wrong. Except the whole time, you know that you'll be leaving the hospital without a baby. Sutton spent two extra days in the NICU after I was released. That shouldn't even COMPARE to leaving the hospital knowing you'll never take your baby home, but as awkward as I felt being wheeled out of the hospital, bags, flowers, balloons, swollen uterus and no baby in my arms, I know that, to me, it is unimaginable to think about the grief and awkwardness of leaving in the same manner as a woman who just had a baby, who is carrying him or her in her arms, empty-handed and empty-hearted.<br />
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The second blog was about tying a bedsheet over a toddlers crib as he has outgrown it and had been climbing out of it for a couple of weeks. That was a good laugh. Once the family bought him a toddler bed, they shut him in the bedroom (not in a mean way, as I typed that, I realized it sounded bad) and he fell asleep up against the door with his little fingers reached out from under the door. Good Heavens! As Sutton has never really slept anywhere but his pack and play (or at least not with us) I hope that's not us in a couple of years! I'd cave in an instant! But not sooner than Rusty! He's the softie.<br />
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The third blog was about how a 6 1/2 month old baby wouldn't sleep more than 2 hours in her crib. Sutton sleeps from 7-8pm to around 7am. That's around 12 hours a night. No feedings, no interruptions, no fussing. Just sleeping. <br />
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The funny thing is, I COULD HANDLE A 'DIFFICULT' BABY! I'm my best under pressure. The higher the pressure, the more calm and take-charge I am. Seriously, we are COASTING with Sutton. Debbie (Rusty's mom) says that he was the BEST baby and once he hit the toddler age, he was a stinker, but soooo lovable. 'Naked Roll!' anyone? (Inside joke.) <br />
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It just astounds me how easy we have it with Sutton. He inspires more prayers of thankfulness than I've ever offered in my life.MamaKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12844536582044983234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834128034870694510.post-49166980418861888732010-07-22T18:42:00.000-07:002010-07-22T18:42:07.504-07:00Diaper Explosion!Well, it finally happened. Sutton pooped and it made a big ol' mess. I was kinda wanting to start bragging on the fact that this hadn't happened to us yet, but I guess that's out now!<br />
We were just finishing up dinner and Sutton was in his bouncy seat right by the table (within easy reach in case I needed to pop a binky back in his mouth and/or start bouncing him with my foot) when he started getting fussy. I thought he was just bored looking at the underside of the table so I started giving him a little bounce every now and then. Rusty finished eating first, so we went over to Sutton, bent down to pick him up.... and ran halfway across the kitchen, holding his hands up in the air, saying, "I can't deal with that! I'm going to throw up right now! I can't do it!" I think he mentioned something about having to go in the garage; I'm not sure. It was pretty dramatic.<br />
I thought it was just a stinky diaper. Sutton is only an every-3-day-pooper, so it tends to be a bit smelly. At the exact moment I bent down to pick Sutton up, Rusty starts hollering again about how it's "everywhere! All over his legs! It's all on his bouncer." etc. So I take a peek....<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">And I crack up. I don't know why it's so funny! I start asking Sutton, in a baby voice, of course, "Do you have poopies everywhere? Are there poopies all over you?" which makes Sutton smile and coo and just give me this coy little look. Which makes me crack up even MORE! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We finally got him cleaned up, bathed and his bouncy seat in the washer. Clean baby, clean bouncy seat, a pile of wash cloths, towels and one smelly onesie in the washer, we concluded our latest stinky adventure!</div>MamaKBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12844536582044983234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834128034870694510.post-41818363158981207052010-07-20T11:08:00.000-07:002010-07-20T11:08:38.954-07:0011 weeks old and growing so much!I promise I'm doing a much better of job of taking pictures than this blog would suggest. It's been almost two months since my last post. I'm going to justify that by saying that I would rather spend precious moments with Sutton than blog.<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This past weekend, we got a visit from Rusty's parents, Grammy and Grampy. It had been TOO long since they got to hold and cuddle with Sutton. We had a great time visiting, eating and playing with Sutton.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div>Sunday morning, my dad, Pedro, drove in for the day. He hadn't seen Sutton in about a month and needed both a baby fix and a break from the busy life at the Coop and ranch. He didn't stay long, but he got some good snuggles and talks in with Sutton. I just love watching them together. I don't know if it's the glasses or the moustache, but Sutton just cracks up everytime he sees his Pedro!<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Two weeks ago, Rusty and I spent our first night away from Sutton. We stayed with our friends Ryan and Kristen at the JW Marriott here in San Antonio. My mom and sister, Sutton's KK and Tia Brooke, came to stay with Sutton. Here is a view from our room at the resort. Gorgeous! While we were getting ready for dinner, we were able to watch a beautiful, small, intimate wedding ceremony held right outside our window!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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After a very relaxing weekend, I awoke (on our couch, where I was 'camped' to accommodate my massive <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">preggo</span> self) around 1:30am on Monday May 3rd. I wasn't sure what woke me up at first and then I realized that I was having a very strong contraction. "Just another <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Braxton</span>-Hicks" I told myself and got up to go to the bathroom.<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">After laying back down for a few more minutes, my discomfort eased and I drifted back to sleep. Only to be awoken by another contraction. I figured I had been asleep at least an hour, so I checked the clock and, to my surprise, I'd only been asleep about 10 minutes. "Hm." I thought. "Let's see what's happening here." I got out my cell and timed that contraction and how long it took for another to come on. Almost exactly 10 minutes! I was in labor! And tired! And I couldn't go back to sleep because I was too excited!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">There was no telling how long this was going to take and Rusty needed his rest, so I quietly paced the house, timing my contractions for about an hour. Rusty finally woke up and asked what I was doing. "Timing my contractions" I told him. I thought he went back to sleep when I told him to, but he later told me he was just playing 'possum and didn't go back to sleep at all.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">When it was time for both of us to get up to go to work, we decided I wouldn't be going in after all and that Rusty should go in at least until I talked to my Dr and see what he wanted me to do. My contractions were still about 10 minutes apart and were not painful, just uncomfortable. After speaking to my Dr, we decided I should head into his office that morning just to see how things were going. Rusty came home from work and we headed to Methodist Plaza with delusions of grandeur. We were CONVINCED we would just head across the street to Methodist Hospital after the <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">appt</span>. Nope. While I was fully effaced, I was only dilated to a 3 and we were instructed to go home until either my water broke or my contractions were less than 5 minutes apart. We would have a baby either that day or the next!</div>We both called our families and let them know that the ball was rolling on Sutton's arrival. After lots of back and forth, my Mom headed in to town from Houston. Rusty and I headed home to time contractions and wait. I won't bore you with minute details of that day. Here are the highlights: a trip to Academy for tennis shoes, a stop at Sonic for a Super Sonic cheeseburger (I had convinced myself that I shouldn't eat if I was in labor, but then I caved. I caved BIG: cheeseburger, strawberry limeade and <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">tator</span> tots BIG!) and, once my Mom arrived, several walks up and down our street.<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Finally, my contractions picked up in speed and strength. About 8:30, we all loaded up and headed to the hospital. And here's where it gets fun!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">By the time we got to the hospital, my contractions were very uncomfortable and about 3-3 1/2 minutes apart. I had <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">pre</span>-registered online, so after a few questions, Rusty and I received our wrist bracelets and I was taken to triage for observation. And boy, was I observed. I was still only dilated to a 3, so I was hooked up to all kinds of monitors and was told that I would be checked for progress later. About an hour went by and I asked to be disconnected from all the <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">whosits</span>, whatsits and gadgets so I could walk around. Since only one person was allowed in triage with me, Rusty and my Mom took turns coming back to keep me company. By about 10:30 I was NOT a happy pregnant camper. My contractions were about 1 1/2 to 2 minutes apart (mind you, I was still in triage and had no pain medicine) and they were STRONG. If I had any thoughts about a 'natural, med-free birth' at any given time, those thoughts were long gone! It helped so much to have Rusty watch my monitors and let me know not only when a contraction was coming, but when it was at it's strongest and when it was on the decline. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">At 11:30, I had dilated to 4 1/2 and it was decided that I could be admitted. I asked the triage nurse what would have been our indicator to come back to the hospital if I hadn't made progress and was sent home and her response was that I was in too much pain and my contractions were too close together for me to have been sent home. Um. Then WHY was I left to labor in triage for 3 freakin' hours!?!?!?!? I will spare you my opinion of triage nurses at Methodist Hospital and of whomever 'Dr Stone,' the on-call <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">OBGYN</span> was that night. As I was wheeled away to be admitted and shown to my L&D room, one of the triage nurses called out, "You can have your epidural at any time now!" If I hadn't had a massive IV stuck in my wrist, I would have raised my arm and shot her the finger as I rolled down the hall.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">As I got settled in the L&D room, my water broke on it's own. Thankfully, the anesthesiologist followed me into my L&D room, and I was set up with my epidural. Forget Ambrosia, epidurals are the nectar of the gods! My only issue that night was that I felt so guilty for being in a great big, comfortable hospital bed while Rusty and my Mom were crunched up on the two chairs in the room, trying to sleep. Sometime in the night, Rusty's parents arrived, having drove in from San Angelo because they couldn't stand to wait until morning. Debbie is an angel and a stronger woman than I would have been for staying up all night in the waiting area at the hospital.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>Happy after my epidural.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4PzoSEq_CtKa5C5oBPkco9Qf0SsBC0j4arlxedou2HpdU5hjQzouacyFuGwG8k0f2MYVS8Ky1OWfP3qnftwxA01trUhRC9ZeYmSJ6UG4oKZv0SxJXlaMB4Xov83pJIQG8Wt2AmCZRk8M/s1600/100_3812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4PzoSEq_CtKa5C5oBPkco9Qf0SsBC0j4arlxedou2HpdU5hjQzouacyFuGwG8k0f2MYVS8Ky1OWfP3qnftwxA01trUhRC9ZeYmSJ6UG4oKZv0SxJXlaMB4Xov83pJIQG8Wt2AmCZRk8M/s320/100_3812.JPG" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">By 7:30 Tuesday morning, I was pretty much stalled out at about 7cm. A <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">pitocin</span> drip was started and in no time at all, I was ready to push! My <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">LD</span> nurse, Mandy (I want to refer to her as God-sent angel from Heaven above, but will use Mandy because it's shorter to type) had me go through a set of trial pushes and (I'm proud to say) I did so well, she called Dr <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Kittrell</span> right away and told him to come on over and deliver my baby! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong>Mandy and Rusty</strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Pq-ETQsfjPyfsX7Vu5MnqtHoL4oPE8H7apxC72RAxbSbaARnwWTjman1sy2wAAUo2cRpkto9tTOnsaUUPlzOJQNVcjTFm0N7t5Y5NMxN-hmw5aEOJqdAOMtp4QntD9r5atJJz8jFaDA/s1600/100_3823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Pq-ETQsfjPyfsX7Vu5MnqtHoL4oPE8H7apxC72RAxbSbaARnwWTjman1sy2wAAUo2cRpkto9tTOnsaUUPlzOJQNVcjTFm0N7t5Y5NMxN-hmw5aEOJqdAOMtp4QntD9r5atJJz8jFaDA/s320/100_3823.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Excited to start pushing!</strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJhMWtJj2nCwk22fChxVPfDejDCy4zfOEYF6rjK5FcZ_7jNqj4vm1UKcoCTCql53sFsdT5DgEqRk88r9qmTXkC88XWWEAkuBfKAKrpSH6Rn2heo7MZ4Vt6Fid7nu9bdqnceSmtBa0PufU/s1600/100_3820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJhMWtJj2nCwk22fChxVPfDejDCy4zfOEYF6rjK5FcZ_7jNqj4vm1UKcoCTCql53sFsdT5DgEqRk88r9qmTXkC88XWWEAkuBfKAKrpSH6Rn2heo7MZ4Vt6Fid7nu9bdqnceSmtBa0PufU/s320/100_3820.JPG" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I pushed for about an hour and I remember every second of it. I love delivery. I love labor as long as I have an epidural, but I really loved delivery. I will never forget every single word of encouragement from Rusty and from my mother. I will forever remember every feeling, emotion, sight and sound. I remember asking if I could push one more time and Dr <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">Kittrell</span> telling me to look down. And I watched my son being born.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>Our emotional introduction.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTYv5wkrkW5QhbZMJWe2l5JYSVt19wuylYDXqVsNGGhKLCWWm8UlqPZlgtE4ITHL7khXYidvrLbO8MX3kZOgfVM-eUs2rXzZTH54ict62EUURbWFgPTJ0pPOoj-htMp5qVNtFJvh4iybk/s1600/100_3833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTYv5wkrkW5QhbZMJWe2l5JYSVt19wuylYDXqVsNGGhKLCWWm8UlqPZlgtE4ITHL7khXYidvrLbO8MX3kZOgfVM-eUs2rXzZTH54ict62EUURbWFgPTJ0pPOoj-htMp5qVNtFJvh4iybk/s320/100_3833.JPG" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Sutton has my eyes and dark hair and his father's everything else. He's a wiggle-worm and the most amazing thing I have ever done or seen. He is medicine to my soul, <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">th</span>e light of my life and a long-awaited for miracle. And that was his story. Well, the beginning of his story!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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