Tuesday, November 01, 2011

"mom, take picture of ME!"

Monday, October 31, 2011

Happy Halloween!!

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Winner Winner Chicken Dinner

We took Asher to the Strider Cross saturday. Yep, he won. Well, they all won. It was super cute though. They did 3 different groups of kids, group A, group B, and the Strider group (strider is a brand of peddle-less toddler bikes). He made it all the way around the course on his own. He got to the barricades and just got off his bike and lifted it over. No coaching or assistance needed. Mike is super proud of him, it's pretty cute. Looks like we found a new Saturday activity!!

The Little Monster

Chewing on the fang of Asher's monster costume. Just happy as can be.

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

Our First Fat Lip

This morning, as Asher was jumping on the bed and Mike was pretending he was still sleeping we had an accident.  Well, Asher had an accident. He landed mouth first into Mikes knee.  He started screaming and Mike started hyperventilating. Well, not really hyperventilating, but definitely freaking out.  He ran Asher into the bathroom and started wiping up the blood.  Then started looking in his mouth and talking about a huge gash. (can you tell I thought Mike was overreacting a bit.) I for some reason was more concerned with the swelling so I offered a popsicle. This is where Mike and I's parenting ideas differ.  He, I think, was ready to call life flight.  I, on the other hand, was offering treats. Perhaps we should work together to meet more in the middle. :)

Novice parenting aside, Asher stopped crying less then 2 minutes after it happened. (really once he saw land before time on TV he forgot he even was gushing blood).  And he was fine.  I mentioned it to his teachers and he was very proud of his fat lip.  When I picked him up I couldn't see it and thought it had gone away, then I realized he was just sucking on it. 

He is quite proud of the fat lip.  Pretty exciting rite of passage for the lad.  I'm not looking forward to the broken bones I'm foreseeing in his future.

Sunday, August 07, 2011

Asher vs Milo

For some reason today i thought it would be a good idea to try and recreate an older photo of Mike and Asher, so we could compare and see how much alike the two boys really look(ed) at this age.

So below are two photos. One is from two years ago with Asher and one is from today with Milo. It's probably not going to be very hard, I think it's kinda obvious when they're side by side like this....but what do you think? (Milo is obviously chunkier)

Sunday, July 31, 2011


Saturday, July 23, 2011

5 Months Old already...

Can you believe it! It's already been 5 months since I pushed this lil' guy out...

Can you believe how adorable he is? He really is the happiest baby ever. Everyone at daycare is always commenting on how happy he is, and just content. And I secretly love that they all fight over who gets to hold him. It's awesome. I still get to go up and nurse him twice a day at work. We've got our system down pat and he is now eating very consistently at almost concrete set times during the day. It's amazing how enjoyable a nice plan can be. I can mark out the feeding times on my calendar so I don't get double booked, and I can spend 20 minutes enjoying my little munchkin. (and the Outlook reminders that pop up are dually helpful, I have almost spaced it quite a few times)
He's sort of rolling over. Not really consistently, but he does well maneuvering himself around a blanket full of toys. He is just starting to sit up, and doing quite well. He's good for about 10-15 minutes, then he usually either falls to the side or falls back. Don't worry, we keep the boppy pillow wrapped around him for that specific reason. Safety First.
He doesn't have any teeth yet, that I have found. He really loves me singing to him, not sure many people can say they enjoy that, but it really seems to soothe him. It's nice, because it's not something I ever forget to leave at home. But people do give me odd looks when I'm singing twinkle twinkle while walking around Costco.
He is so in love with his brother. He could sit and watch Asher play all day and be super entertained. Milo laughs at Asher's silliness all the time, and lights up when he see's his face. He used to show a certain amount of fear in his eye when he would hear Asher's voice, but that has turned into joy. I am so excited for him to grow up a bit more so he and Asher can really play together. It will be so fun to watch.

He is now sleeping through the night, which is so amazing for both my sanity and my exhaustion. There was a point there where I really thought I wasn't going to make it. Between my more than normally stressful job, and the complete lack of sleep I was really questioning my health. But now we are on the up and up. Yippee!

Milo has turned out to be quite a keeper. He is such a wonderful addition to our little family.

Monday, July 04, 2011

Happy Independence Day!!

Sunday, June 26, 2011

The little guy is 4 months.....

I cannot believe this little dude is already 4 months old!!! I swear it seems like just last week I was stressed about his bili-lights, now he's a smiling happy giggly little man.

We went to the doctor this week for his 4 month checkup. (now that I make the next appointment when I leave I'm much more on time than I used to be). He is growing like a little champion. His stats are:
Weight: 16.5 lbs 80%
Height: 25.75 in 79%
Head: 17.5 in 95%
So, he's nice and big. And his poor neck must get so sore because his brain is SO huge! Haha.

A little about the boy.....
He is SO happy. Seriously, he will give a huge smile and laugh to anyone who smiles at him.
He is just starting to reach for toys, and it seems to take him a minute to figure out how to move his arm forward...it's really funny to watch.
He drools all the time. I would say he's teething, but there's nothing in there yet. He could just be a drooler.
He is not sleeping through the night. Not even close. When I went back to work he started 'reverse cycling' and eating more during the night and less during the day. In my investigation of the topic, they said it's common when you go back to work because the baby doesn't want to eat a bottle. Well, it wasn't that because I nurse him at work. So I tried to make his feedings during the day more like the night (dark room, quiet, away from chaos and kids) and that has helped. He is still waking 2 times a night to eat. So every night I think of new ways to get him not to eat at night...but I'm always so exhausted I usually just end up feeding him so we can all go back to bed. Someday I'll man up and we'll get this all resolved.
He eats every 4 hours. Day and Night. Like a clock. Every 4 hours. It's great during the day because I have pretty set times when I go up and feed him, but it'd be nice if he didn't want to continue that trend through the night. don't worry, i still love him to pieces.
He loves watching kids play. Whether it's Asher or other kids at the daycare, he is enamoured. It's cute.
We caved and bought a huge activity center/bouncer for him. And it was a great purchase because he loves it. Yesterday I put him in there, then realized later he had been in there for over an hour. I asked Mike if I should take him out, he said why? he seems so happy. And he really did. He could stay in there for hours just jumping and playing with the random attached toys. it's crazy. Though I get nervous we're stifling the rolling over progress because he's always in the bouncer. Perhaps we'll find a better happy medium.
He hasn't gotten sick yet, knock on wood.
I'm not sure what else to say about him. I love him so so much it hurts. And watching how much Asher loves him makes it hurt even more. They are so adorable I could cry every time I see them.
So here's to families!
(the little chunker. gazing into space....really probably wondering why i took him out of the fun bouncer and have him propped up on the couch. )

Monday, June 20, 2011

The Zoo

We bought a zoo pass this year, so when I left work a little early I thought 'what should we do on this beautiful day?'. So we came to the zoo.  Asher is totally afraid of the pretend dinosaurs roaring everywhere, so we've decided on ice cream and turkey watching instead.  The joy of having a zoo pass is we don't feel the need to get our $8 worth. Which is pretty great on days like today...

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Sunday, June 19, 2011

Fathers Day Gift

For fathers day this year I was either going to get mike a $200 wireless router, or a homemade craft. I opted for the craft (hope he's not too bummed) and bought all the stuff last week. For some reason I didn't think to actually make the craft with the kids, and Saturday night I found myself wondering when we were going to do this.
So Sunday morning Asher got up quite early which was perfect for crafting while dad slept.

Well we got the base part of the project done (and Asher decided to wipe paint in his hair on the first panel). Then we set it out to dry. Mike eventually woke up and asked what the art project was all about so I had to tell him it was his gift. VERY uneventful. He is very kind and said 'Oh sweety, I told you I don't need a gift'.

He just headed off to school again so me and the boys put the final touches on the project.
Now we just need Mike to come home and complete the family. :)

Happy Fathers Day!!!

Mike is going to kill me for posting this photo....but it was too cute to not post.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Craft Days

During my glorious days on maternity leave I was fortunate to spend a few days making crafts with the Parry clan.
One of my favorite outcomes has been the yarn wreath. Though tedious in its creation (I think Jenn was wrapping hers for hours and still wasn't done when she left) I do think it turned out quite lovely. I realize I have some very non-beautiful felt flowers on there, but I haven't had time lately to try and make cuter ones to replace them.

So next up on the craft list.....the fourth of July flag wreath. Who's in? I'll have to play hookey one day....

Asher Bieber

We've been letting Ashers hair grow long for quite a while now. We go in for the occasional trim, but he hates it so much it's hard to motivate to do that again. Well, over the past few weeks we've had multiple people refer to him has 'she' and 'her' and it was starting to wear on me. So the other night my sister Amy was over and I was just pulling Asher out of the bath. As I was getting him dressed I noticed his lovely golden locks were wet and laying half-way down his back (i might be slightly exaggerating). I saw that and lost it....in a very calm and patient way. I said 'Asher, let's go sit on the porch. Mommies going to trim your hair'. That's when I should've stopped myself. Mommy and trim hair should never be in the same sentence. But I was too blinded by own pride and I went for it. Amy was sitting on the porch swing watching this go down...and her face got more and more distorted the more I said 'hmmm, that's not gonna look right'. But I kept cutting and cutting. Finally I stopped and backed away. The final product was well.....awful. Horrible really. The left side was still long over his ears, but the right side was all trimmed up. The back was just all over the place. Seriously, how could I think I knew what I was doing...so foolish.
So Amy took control of the situation and called her friend Heather who is a hair stylist. She told her it was an emergency and we needed to get in next day.
(Side note: I told mike the next morning that I was taking Asher for a hair cut, mike's response was 'Why?' and I told him how I butchered his hair and it looked awful and Mike said 'hmm, I think it looks fine'. I guess guys are programmed not to look as closely....)
So on to the next day. We take Asher in, Heather was amazing and kept feeding him starburst so he wouldn't cry. It also helped that Amy was getting her hair done in the chair right next to his. Heather was kind and said it wasn't the worst thing she's seen, and she was greatful I didn't ruin the front...that's the hardest to fix.
So after a little bit in the chair, we were presented with the new and improved Asher. Who we now lovingly refer to as Asher Bieber as his hair reflects the young pop star so much.

Say hello to our stlyish young tot. What a looker he is. Watch out ladies!

Monday, June 13, 2011

He smiles

Oh yes, he smiles. All. The. Time.

And laughs, and coos, and chats. All. Day. Long.

Saturday, June 04, 2011

All Grown Up

Mister Milo is so grown up he now spends his time chillin in the bumbo chair.
He sure does get cuter every day. I need to get a picture of him smiling though. It makes him that much more adorable.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Loves His Bike

Apparently he lives the bike so much he wants to be on it while watching movies....

Monday, May 23, 2011

3 Months

So Mister Milo is already at the 3 month mark. Where has the time gone!

Well, I am happy to report he is doing much better. His first few months were full of crying and fussyness, but he has grown into a very happy baby. He 'talks' all the time. And often, he will take a break while I'm feeding him and just stare and me and coo. It's adorable. The OCD efficient person in me gets a little frustrated wishing he would just latch back on and finish eating so we can move onto the next thing, but then I realize he is absolutley adorable and we usually end up having a little 5 or 10 minute conversation before he decides to finish.

He is starting to roll himself over a bit. We often find him on his stomach in the morning...stuck. So he definitley can't roll both ways, but getting closer every day. And his head and neck are super strong. He continues to be super duper chunky and I'm excited to see how much he weighs next month.

He is not quite the sleeper Asher was. He still isn't on a very consistent schedule...but he's getting closer. He usually still wakes 1 or 2 times a night, although last night it was about 8....someday he'll just magically sleep all the way through and I will wake rested....but I'm not holding my breath.

And all the ladies love him. Well, all the ladies at his daycare. They take him for little stroller rides through the building, and I get comments every day from everyone about how adorable he is. The fact that he sits 2 floors up from me is amazing. I get to go see him 3 times a day to feed him and play with him for a bit. It makes it easier for both of us I think...probably me more.

And, I just moved his carseat into the middle position of the back seat so he and Asher are right next to each other. I must say the ride up this morning was so different then other days. Usually Milo sleeps, then wakes for a second crying until I can blindly (and dangerously) dig around for his pacifier and put it back in. This morning though, he was giggling and laughing the whole way up. I think he loves his older brother and just being able to see his face was making him happy.

What a cutie!

Being Vegan - Week 1

So here's the update.

The first few days were a little rough. I don't know if it was the dietary changes, or the first week back to work full time, or a combination of both, but Mike was really nervous I was going to be like that forever....
Then, Thursday morning I woke up and felt like a million bucks. I was super energetic, singing all morning, being obnoxious and funny (well, what i think is funny) and Mike was floored. A happy floored though. Like 'Whoa...what happened to you? You were going to kill me yesterday' And ever since then it's been about the same. Even though I don't get much sleep (Milo woke up about 8 times last night) I still seem to have a lot of energy.
And my cravings for sweets have gone way down. Well, my cravings for snacks in general. I don't really ever feel like just eating to eat (which i did previously feel and accomplish with greatness). Now in all fairness, there's not really a lot of options for snacking. Most everything I eat is prepared, so I really think more about what I really want to eat, and I make it. I cut more vegetables and prepare a lot more food than I used to. But it's also very delicious.

I have found a whole new appreciation for whole foods who labels everything Vegan or Vegetarian so I don't have to read every label...but I've gotten really good at reading labels. I did make a pesto pasta the first day, and didn't realize that pesto is made mostly with parmesan cheese. oopsy. So ever since then I've been a little more careful.

So here's to another amazing week!

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

The 30-Day Vegan Challenge

I know what you're thinking, "Seriously Lizzie? Are you nuts? How could you not want to eat cheese?". Well, I second that. Yes, I'm probably crazy. And yes, I will miss cheese. But it's not forever people, just a short time.

How this all started...was maternity leave. I tend to do a lot of bad things while on maternity leave. Spend too much money. Redecorate the house. Watch daytime television. That last one, the television, includes the Dr. Oz show. And the show is pretty much geared towards women trying to be healthier (mostly trying to lose weight). But one day they had a show about plant based diets and it struck a cord. Lots of problems with cholesterol and heart disease, and they all seem to disappear or are greatly reduced by eliminating all animal products from the diet. So this got me thinking...would it make a difference to me?

So I decided to give it a try. 30 days. See how I feel. And I'm not doing a 30-day vegan diet of substitutions with a bunch of foods made to act like meat. No no no.... I don't want to fill my fridge with Smart Dogs or Boca Burgers...I want to open my cooking mind and make new and interesting things I haven't made before. And I'm hoping in this process I come accross some delicious meals that become staples in our home...so the whole family can eat a bit healthier. (We rely a lot on meat and potatoes).

So here's to the next 30-days...

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Family Update

I had to post an update on our Family Website...so I thought I'd put in here as well. Enjoy!

So…what have we been up to…let me think.

Well, for those that don’t know, Mike has been going to school sort of part time for the past few years and he has finally FINISHED! He walked this past Friday with Amy!! Yippee!! Although he does have to take a few random classes this summer, but the heavy hard stuff is done. He graduated from the University of Utah with a degree in Computer Science. He is pretty excited, as am I.
He is currently working as the CTO (Chief Technology Officer) for a small startup company in Salt Lake. They focus on Data Visualization and have many oil land owners as clients. He is actually in Ottawa Canada this week training on some random satellite software they use. He absolutely loves his job, and the people he works with. (Which is amazing, he doesn’t really hide his feelings well so it’s nice when he comes home happy and excited about what he has spent all day working on). He still loves skateboarding and has recently taken up gun collecting. (Don’t worry, they’re all locked in a safe) But apparently at work they take long lunches and head down to the shooting range.
I am just finishing out my last week on Maternity Leave… sadness. I am working at a Ski Resort in Park City as the IT Applications Manager. It is actually a really fun job and I work with a really great team. Besides the stress of trying to load up everyone and everything in the morning, I often really like going to work every day. I am lucky to be able to take Milo to the daycare on-site, so he is only 2 quick flights of stairs away from me. I get to visit him a few times a day to feed and play, so it makes the transition back a lot easier. I started training for a half-marathon…but had to postpone that because the anxiety was giving me nightmares. I guess trying to figure out when to run for an hour with a new baby and a toddler and a husband with full-time work and school is a bit difficult. So…maybe next year. And in the meantime I have tried to take up the hobby of crafting, but creativity isn’t really my strong suit. One day I’ll find a hobby, I promise.
Asher just turned 2. He is a little champ with no fear. He goes skateboarding with his dad all the time and loves it. He still kneels on the skateboard but he pushes himself all around the skate park, up and down ramps, etc. He is very very active. He is up and down and around and everywhere and on everything. I am finding I really have to keep my eye on him all the time. The other day he climbed out the dog door in the back and I found him next door jumping on the trampoline. But I’m finding it’s hard to get mad when he is so proud of his accomplishments. (Look mom! Jumping!) He recently had a bad stint of asthma and we were in the hospital for a few days, but even then he kept a smile on his face for all the doctors and the hundreds of times they listened to him breathe. He was so good, when they would pull out the stethoscope he would lean forward automatically so they could put it on his back. And his little daycare/school in Park City is great. He sings his ABC’s and can count to 15 (though he misses 13 often). They teach him colors and animals and shapes. It’s great. He is generally a very happy and cute boy. We are very lucky to have him around.
Milo is now about 3 months. He is growing a very cute and fun personality. He started out his life a little rough, I think he had a bit of acid reflux. He seems to be outgrowing whatever it was and is getting more calm and fun. He smiles so big and makes tons of fun noises. I think he’s going to be a pretty funny little guy. And he’s hugely obese, if babies could be obese. 15 pounds a few weeks ago. Someone at work was accusing me of feeding him something else…I’m not sure what because the kid couldn’t chew a steak to save his life. But she really had a hard time believing he was 15 lbs without any outside supplementing. Whatevs. She obviously doesn’t understand the Bradley genes. :)
Other than that our life is pretty much the same. We still live in our tiny 2 bedroom house in Sugarhouse. We are excited about the weather getting warmer so we can enjoy our porch swing and chatting with the neighbors as they randomly walk by. We absolutely love our neighborhood and have a hard time debating between adding on to our house or moving into a new one. Who knows what we’ll end up doing….
Oh, and we still have our dog, Griffin. He is old, but no one knows quite how old because he’s adopted and has amazing teeth. When we adopted him they said ‘Well, we don’t know how old he is but from his teeth we would guess he’s about 2’. Then about 4 years later we took him into the vet and he said ‘Wow! He has great teeth!! If I didn’t know better I would say he’s only 2’. Ooopsy, I guess he’s been 2 forever. But he’s great with the kids and Asher loves chasing him around the house. I guess we’ll keep him around.
So that’s our life update. Hope we brightened your day a bit :)

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Boys Doing Boy Things

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Two Years and Two Months

Together the boys are now Two Years and Two Months. And that means.....doctor appointments! I really love our doctor so I don't mind going at all. She is awesome and I really love her. But I digress.

So we went to the doctor, talked about the boys. Talked about how Milo cries a LOT and is inconsolable often. Not sure if it's gas or acid reflux, he eats crazy (pulling off every 2 seconds then latching back on...again and again pretty much for the entire time he's eating. Hence the gas.) But the reason I love her is she doesn't pretend to know everyting. So she said try this for a week, and then maybe this or this, and if all else fails here's a prescription for acid reflux if you want to try that as well. I know this tactic wouldn't work for some people, but I love it. She's lists out all the options and sort of lets me chart my own course. And again I'm digressing.
So Milo...yes, he's fussy. I felt a lot better when she said that it would wear off by 3 or 4 months. As he got older and more coordinated with his nursing he would get less gas, less reflux, etc. Phew. I don't know if I could handle it forever. But, he is HUGE! In the 94% for his weight. Which is why she was so casual with trying so many things. She said 'He is obviously getting fed, I would worry if he wasn't gaining weight, but obviously that isn't an issue'.
He got all his shots and cried for about 27 seconds. Then he seemed totally fine as long as I didn't touch his legs. What a trooper.

So Milos stats are:
Weight: 14 lbs 94%
Height: 22.5 in 33%
Head: 16.3 in 85%

So yeah, he's short and fat. But a very cute little chunky monkey. I am learning about cleaning fat rolls and filling them with baby powder....oh the joys.

So on to Asher. She was very impressed with his speech/language. She said that by 2 years they like to see them with 50% of their words understandable to others. She said he was way beyond that, she could understand almost everything he said. And he could name numbers, letters and colors (although not really knowing when any of those words mean yet) He was very good about letting her look in his ears and nose and mouth. And listening to his chest and back. She even did the 'Ohh...he's seen way to many doctors if he's this okay with me listening to him' (when she asked to listen he leaned forward so she could reach his back before she even asked)

His stats are:
Height: 35.5 in 84%
Weight: 29.25 lbs 65%

Besides climbing up onto the windowsill and attempting to jump off (which really freaked out the doc) he was pretty good. And he doesn't have to go back (for a well visit) until he's 3. I can't believe that. I feel like we go to the doctor so much....no she's just leaving me on my own for a whole year!?!?!?? What do they think? that i know how to raise a kid? crazies.


So, when I look at pictures on my phone I will often say 'Cute' when looking at them. And Asher has really picked up on this. Now anytime either Mike or I takes a photo Asher always wants to look at it and always says 'Cuuute' with a little scrunched face. It's super cute. anyways, that is what I think of when I see this picture. Asher's little voice saying 'Cuuuute'.

Happy Easter!

We had a pretty mellow easter this year. On Saturday we dyed easter eggs. It went better then expected as far as Asher goes. Although, as I was setting up I put the color tabs in the bowls then went to find the vinegar. When I came back to the table I noticed Ashers mouth was really orange-y and he had a sour look on his face. I looked in the orange bowl and it seems he tried to eat the color tablet. Poor kid. At least he learned quickly.
But, Mike came home and we died eggs for about 20 minutes. It was fun, but now, as usual, we are left with a dozen hard boiled eggs to consume this week. And I think I'm the only one in the family who likes hard boiled eggs. Bummer.

Sunday morning we had a little easter egg hunt around the house. Well, mostly just around the living room. Actually, mostly just on the couches and chairs. Then we enjoyed easter baskets. Asher was really excited about his Diego underwear. I think he was much more excited about seeing Diego on something, then the fact it was underwear. I was really optimistic about that whole deal, but he hasn't actually wanted to wear them yet. Just look at them and get excited about 'Diego!'.

But he sure did enjoy the candy. The first egg he found he opened and started eating it...so Mike and I had to try to keep him on course of finding all the other eggs. And he ate so much candy that day that it was probably the worst night we've ever had of sleep with him. Well, the worst night that didn't end in a hospital. Seriously. It was bad.

But what a fun easter. All these holidays get more and more fun as the family gets bigger and the kiddos get older. I'm sure if I hid eggs around the house before we had kids Mike would've just thought I was crazy and would've only looked for them when he was craving candy. So thank goodness for kids to keep things fun :)

Asher Is TWO!!!

For Asher's 1st birthday we did a big hooplah in the park, invited everyone we knew, cooked up hot dogs and hamburgers, ate cupcakes, etc etc. It was really fun...but a little stressful. Just buying all the food, plates, cups, decorations, etc. Then setting it all up in a public place....well, it was a little exhausting and somewhat hard to enjoy. So this year I went a different direction. I went in the direction of the Little Gym. For one flat rate they do it all. Lead activities. Let the kids play in an exclusive gym (meaning it's just our party, no other randoms), setup everything, serve pizza, cut the cake, serve the cake, give everyone a going away gift and clean it all up. So when all of this happens and one of Ashers favorite places I booked it immediatley.

We invited friends, classmates and cousins and it was a wild fun time. I think there were 17 kids total (i'm pretty sure everyone invited came. I wasn't exactly expecting that) but Asher had a great time. I think most of the kids had a great time. And I'm hoping the parents had at least an enjoyable time. It's fun because it's a 'safe place' so the kids literally can run wild and you don't have to worry too much about them. Well, until they start hurting each other. But when I noticed a few of the dads trying to casually throw balls at the kids...I gave up on trying to make sure no one got hurt. Is that bad of me?

Well Asher also recieved quite the bounty for his birthday. Grandma Pat got him this little water table for the back yard. Asher is obsessed with water. He would play in it all day every day if we'd let him. So this was the perfect gift. He can stand for hours and make a mess in the backyard in a somewhat contained area. Awesome.

Mike and I got him this little bike. It's called a 'strider' bike, or a balance bike. It's really really low to the ground and it has no pedals. It's supposed to help the kids learn to coast and balance on the bike for a year or two. Then once they have that down you can put them on a bike with pedals and off they go. So we've taken him out a few times on it. He still mostly just walks while sitting on it, no really coasting yet, but I'm positive he'll figure it out. Just a matter of time.

Overall I think it was a successful birthday. Hopefully one he enjoyed. I should've been better about taking pictures since I didn't actually have to do anything at the party. But I saw Grandma Pat take about a million and a half so I think I just got lazy....

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Saturday, April 16, 2011

And he's TWO!!!

What happens when you show up to a party and there are not one...but TWO girls wearing the exact same shirt as you. Seriously.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Like Father Like Son

Wednesday, April 13, 2011


So I have a really bad habit that I have formed. Every time I'm on maternity leave I tend to redesign the house. I think its all the time spent sitting inside and staring at the same things. And all the daytime TV is awful so I tend to spend a lot of time perusing various stores. So when you combine the two it makes for plenty of new ideas of how to transform our limited living space.

So, last week I ordered new couches (they were on sale, I had to pull the trigger on that one). Then over the weekend Lowes was having a fantastic sale on appliances. So of course we had to pull the trigger on that purchase too. (We redid our kitchen over 2 years ago. It was time to get the new appliances in there (and Mikes mom gave us money for a new dishwasher for our anniversary in February so I figured we should get that installed before she comes for a visit this weekend)).

And since we are not hoarders, when something comes in something must go out. So I started the selling frenzy. I listed the range, the couch, and the dresser. (Oh, forgot to mention the new bedroom dresser). Mike was successful in selling the couch, then last night someone came to look at the range. They talked me down 40% (but I would've given it to them for free just to get it out).

So what does all this rambling mean? We have been without a few essentials for the last day or two. But I'm happy to report that Asher doesn't seem to mind. Today he said he was going to sit on the couch, and this is what I saw. So maybe we didn't need to buy couches. Obviously the floor is good enough for Asher.

7 Weeks

This little guys is 7 weeks old already! Can you believe it?

And little is actually quite a lie. He is HUGE! I ghetto weighed him the other day and he was 13 pounds. He has about 19 chins and I am constantly wiping between rolls all over his body.
He has started smiling a LOT and giggles quite a bit. He is starting to grow his little personality.

People as all the time if he's an easy baby and my response is no. He is not. He's a bit fussy and reeeealy likes to be held too much. And he does not sleep well during the day at home, but he does great in the car. Needless to say we spend quite a bit of time out and about during the day.

But we do love him and already can't imagine life without him.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

The Jump House

Asher and I met a friend at the Jump Around Utah bounce house on Friday for a little bouncing fun. I was a little skeptical at first because they have one of the inflatable bouncy things at the Little Gym that we go to and he HATES it. Seriously hates it. We have tried countless times with him, sitting with him, jumping with him, and every time he cries and screams until he's off. So we go to this warehouse full of inflatible slides and bouncy things. And he did surprisingly well. I went on the middle 'pillow' with him. We sat there and let the other kids jump around us while we bounced. Then I stood up with him and we jumped together. Then little by little he got more and more comfortable until finally he was running all over the place like a maniac. After a good hour of the bouncy stuff, he found this little wooden slide. Then it was all he wanted to do. It was so funny, this whole warehouse of exciting huge things to play in and he just wanted to go around and around on this little slide. Well, as they say, it's the little things that get us. :)

Happy Birthday Asher!!!

Today is Ashers 2nd Birthday!! Can you believe it?!!?! Well, we didn't do much. Not because we're horrible parents, but because we're having his birthday party on Saturday. But I didn't feel like we could let the whole day go without a little celebration. So we broke out the birthday plate, and I made a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. Asher obsessivley loves chocolate, Mike and I are not giant fans....but I thought since it was his birthday I should make him somehthing he likes. Well, we lit the candles, sang the song, and he blew out the candles. After he blew out the candles he was so excited and said 'I did it! I did it!'. Cute little buddy.

Then he got to eat the cake. At first it was a giant success and he was shoveling it into his mouth and face faster than mike. (which is quite fast) But then I realized he really only liked the frosting. Bummer. I could've made a much tastier non-chocolate cake and just put some chocolate frosting on it. I guess the double chocolate is better for my diet because it's really not too tempting....

Friday, April 01, 2011

Our Life at Primary Childrens Hospital

So it all started on Wednesday....I was heading up to pick up Asher from daycare/school and I noticed a voicemail on my phone...from Ashers daycare...from 1pm. Oopsy. It was the head of the school saying Asher was coughing really badly during his nap and couldn't get to sleep. So when I picked him up I apologized for not calling back and said I would take him home and give him his inhaler and send it the next day. Well, that night the cough kept getting worse and worse. Asher couldn't sleep and every time we would give him the inhaler (albuterol) it would help for about 5 minutes, then his breathing would go back to wheezy/labored breaths. Mike tried driving him around because he would sleep in the car. Then he was exhausted so I drove him around for a bit. At about 3:30 we decided we should take him to the ER because his breathing was just getting progressively worse. So I fed Milo and put him back to bed then loaded up Asher and we headed to Primary Childrens. (When I left I told Mike there was a bottle in the fridge for Milo in case it took more then 3 or 4 hours) We got to the ER and the admitting doctor/student immediatley went to get the attending so they could start a treatment right away as his breathing was really terrible. They gave him an albuterol nebulizer cocktail and some steroids. The cocktail took about an hour to 'nebulize' so we sat and watched Dora. After it was done the doctor came back in and listened and said they wanted us to wait there for 30-45 minutes to see if he starts improving more. So we hung out. At one point (around 6:30am) we were just sitting on the bed chatting w/ the doc and Asher literally fell asleep sitting up and almost fell off the bed. (we laid down at that point). Then the respitory therapist came in and said if his oxygen levels keep dipping below 90 then they were going to have to admit us. What? Admit us? I was just planning to be here for a few hours...but what's a few more hours I suppose, to make sure the boy is a-okay.

So the doctor came in and confirmed we were being admitted and that we would move upstairs once they had a bed ready for us. I asked how long he thought we'd be upstairs and he replied 'Not sure, probably just a night or two'. Double What? a night or two? I was thinking he would say until noon, or maybe until dinner...but we're moving in here now? So I called Mike and said we're in it for the long haul, he loaded up the baby and a few technilogical necessities and joined us. We got upstairs and began the dance of albuterol, oral steroids, oxygen, and flovent. Out of everything they do/have done the oxygen tubes in the nose are the most hated offenders. He's gotten comfortable with the mask (though he cries for the first 5 minutes it's on)...but the tubes in his nose...man oh man, if you tap them he screams. Poor kid.
So, it's now Friday afternoon and we're hoping Asher passes the 3 discharge criteria so we can leave. Those are: Being on 'Room Air' (no oxygen) for 6 hours, sleeping on Room Air without dipping below 88 (which he did a few times until we elevated his bed) and Albuterol treatments every 4 hours (they started every 2 hours). We've been on room air since 8am, and albuterols every 4 hours since 11 am. And Asher is currently napping and holding strong ever since we elevated the bed....let's hope he keeps up the good work. It's been an interesting experience having a newborn in the hospital, and not having it be about him. So he's been a trooper sleeping in his car seat and only crying really loudly when Asher is crying loudly for me to hold him. (We call this a double melt down, and Mike is now intimately involved in them). And it always seems that's the exact time that all the nurses & doctors want to be in the room and chat. Right now they're both fast asleep and it's so calm and peaceful.....

Asher's been a trooper being chained to a bed with multiple tubes and cords tangled all around him. The nurses even commented that he's so good and easy to work with. He now moves his arms off his chest and sits perfectly still every time someone just walks in the door because he knows they are going to come over and listen to his stomach. It is interesting to watch all the different doctors various 'entertain the kid' tactics. Some are a little...odd, but most of them are cute and funny.

Oh, and it's a teaching hospital. So the first day the 'intern' came in and gave me the whole rundown of the 76 different doctors we were going to see. She started by saying 'Well, have you seen that show Greys Anatomy? It's like that but without all the relationship issues.'. I thought that was funny...but I learned the hierarchy. It was very educational.

And speaking of educational, as part of our 'discharge procedures' we have to attend an Asthma Education class. Asthma is that big of ... problem? ... that they have a class for parents/caregivers every day at 5pm. And then if you can't make it to the class don't worry, it plays on channel 37 every 3 hours. :) But it was really nice actually, now I know everything we do and why we're doing it and what medicines work for different things, etc.

So I'm rambling now...and this is mostly for our family scrapbooks so sorry for all the details and stories....but I wanted to get it all down. The story of how Asher came to have full. blown. asthma.

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