This is why I love him*
Sunday, February 21, 2010
What a social butterfly!
Brecken has become quite the social butterfly. This week we have packed him around to basketball games, parties, President's day shopping, a baby shower(well, it was his shower...so I am glad he could make an appearance), and numorous other outings.
I think I may have scared a little old sales lady to death. This past week I was shopping in Macy's and I thought I would work on toning my biceps by caring him around the store in his car seat. Yeah, bad idea. Not only did I have two limp noodles but everytime I tried to pull a shirt off of the rack I would knock another five outfits off the rack by accidently bumping his carseat against the clothes rack. So, I asked this little old sales lady if it would be alright if I sat Brecken down by her register. Now, I didn't go venture all around the store, I stayed close and kept him in eye range. I think the little old lady was scared to death that someone was going to steal him. I assured her that no one wanted to steal my defective baby...who wants to steal a baby that comes with "baggage" aka oxygen tank. I don't think she appreciated my sarcasm.
We also took Brecken on his first walk...ever. Yeah, he slept the whole time. I actually think it took more effort to get John out of the door than Brecken. There is the sore spot in our relationship. Basically, it would be less painful to get all my teeth pulled out withOUT novacaine than to get John to go on a walk. He will hike up and down the Bridgers effortessly, but to walk around the block is torture.
We also went to an 80's party this week. Our good friends, Luke and Missy, are moving back to Utah (not cool). So in honor of their departure from the Big Sky State we celebrated with big bangs, leg warmers, slap bracelets...and Michael Jackson!
Oh yeah, we also celebrated with John and Luke and wearing skin-tight, Miley Cyrus, lepard-patterned jeans. Hot!
Our friends Melea and Chelsy also offered to put on a baby shower for Brecken this weekend. It was fantastic. We just realized how many people care about Brecken and how many people are willing to brave the snowy road up to Mortenson's house ;)
Because his social calender has been free today he has been stuck like white on rice to the Boppy pillow that Melea got him! Precious....
I think I may have scared a little old sales lady to death. This past week I was shopping in Macy's and I thought I would work on toning my biceps by caring him around the store in his car seat. Yeah, bad idea. Not only did I have two limp noodles but everytime I tried to pull a shirt off of the rack I would knock another five outfits off the rack by accidently bumping his carseat against the clothes rack. So, I asked this little old sales lady if it would be alright if I sat Brecken down by her register. Now, I didn't go venture all around the store, I stayed close and kept him in eye range. I think the little old lady was scared to death that someone was going to steal him. I assured her that no one wanted to steal my defective baby...who wants to steal a baby that comes with "baggage" aka oxygen tank. I don't think she appreciated my sarcasm.
We also took Brecken on his first walk...ever. Yeah, he slept the whole time. I actually think it took more effort to get John out of the door than Brecken. There is the sore spot in our relationship. Basically, it would be less painful to get all my teeth pulled out withOUT novacaine than to get John to go on a walk. He will hike up and down the Bridgers effortessly, but to walk around the block is torture.
We also went to an 80's party this week. Our good friends, Luke and Missy, are moving back to Utah (not cool). So in honor of their departure from the Big Sky State we celebrated with big bangs, leg warmers, slap bracelets...and Michael Jackson!
Oh yeah, we also celebrated with John and Luke and wearing skin-tight, Miley Cyrus, lepard-patterned jeans. Hot!
Our friends Melea and Chelsy also offered to put on a baby shower for Brecken this weekend. It was fantastic. We just realized how many people care about Brecken and how many people are willing to brave the snowy road up to Mortenson's house ;)
Because his social calender has been free today he has been stuck like white on rice to the Boppy pillow that Melea got him! Precious....
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
{Big ol' gummers}
Fact: We are new at this whole baby business. I now realize that two well-educated adults with their master degrees have finally met their match. Yes, I will be the first to admit that when I dreamed of having a baby I thought it would involve a few sleepless nights, but then our lives would slowly adjust back to normal. Sub-consciously I believed that that the baby would gradually learn to live around our schedule. Second fact: I was wrong.
I often dreamed that when I had a baby I would stop working. My days would involve feeding the baby, putting the baby to sleep and then have oodles of time to do all those things that I had dreamed of doing. Those things included decorating the nursery, blogging Brecken's first year, decorating our house, doing laundry, cleaning out my fridge, oohh! and in the process looking fabulous. Well, it is almost 2 in the afternoon and I am still in my pajama's (which are covered in spit up), my teeth still need to be brushed and there is a strange odor radiating from the kitchen of which I have lost all patience to scout out. To my dismay I do need to shower and brush my teeth because I have to be at work at 6:15 tonight.
Brecken on the other hand has already been in two different outfits, cried all day, and has somehow managed to stay awake since 6 am. Yes, the dreams that I had of having oodles of time disappeared quickly since coming home.
I have also come to another realization. While my son is still on oxygen, and will be for quite awhile, I truly believe that his lungs work fine.
Case-in-point #1:
And if you still don't believe here is Case-in-point #2:
And for all you skeptics out there here is case-in-point #3:
Yes, I truly believe that his lungs work fine. His crying is just about as frequent as his dirty diapers.
Now, many of you may say that I need to look at the positive side of this experience. You may think, "After all you have been through you should cherish those tears." My personal belief is that God has graced me with a son who is going to punish me for everything I ever did wrong in my life.
I think his crying is merely a ploy. Before he cries he often makes this face.
Or he will make this face. Of which, both faces are followed by a rapid gun fire of tears, squealing, and kicking.
Deep down inside I am truly a sucker for that smirk and I know that I will take the crying anyday just as long as I can see those big ol' gummers when he smiles!!!
I often dreamed that when I had a baby I would stop working. My days would involve feeding the baby, putting the baby to sleep and then have oodles of time to do all those things that I had dreamed of doing. Those things included decorating the nursery, blogging Brecken's first year, decorating our house, doing laundry, cleaning out my fridge, oohh! and in the process looking fabulous. Well, it is almost 2 in the afternoon and I am still in my pajama's (which are covered in spit up), my teeth still need to be brushed and there is a strange odor radiating from the kitchen of which I have lost all patience to scout out. To my dismay I do need to shower and brush my teeth because I have to be at work at 6:15 tonight.
Brecken on the other hand has already been in two different outfits, cried all day, and has somehow managed to stay awake since 6 am. Yes, the dreams that I had of having oodles of time disappeared quickly since coming home.
I have also come to another realization. While my son is still on oxygen, and will be for quite awhile, I truly believe that his lungs work fine.
Case-in-point #1:
And if you still don't believe here is Case-in-point #2:
And for all you skeptics out there here is case-in-point #3:
Yes, I truly believe that his lungs work fine. His crying is just about as frequent as his dirty diapers.
Now, many of you may say that I need to look at the positive side of this experience. You may think, "After all you have been through you should cherish those tears." My personal belief is that God has graced me with a son who is going to punish me for everything I ever did wrong in my life.
I think his crying is merely a ploy. Before he cries he often makes this face.
Or he will make this face. Of which, both faces are followed by a rapid gun fire of tears, squealing, and kicking.
Deep down inside I am truly a sucker for that smirk and I know that I will take the crying anyday just as long as I can see those big ol' gummers when he smiles!!!
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