4 Months!!

I'm pretty sure that sometime in my past, before I got pregnant and gave birth to the *most perfect baby boy*, I stated that I would never let MY blog be completely about my child (or make statements like the one *above*).  Well, times have changed my friends, and so have I.  I'm afraid I'm in a bit of a sappy mood this morning, but I realize now that once you have a child, nothing else in the world seems as important as that precious little person.  Plus, this is my blog, so if you don't want to read about my baby, no sweat! :)  (And for all you non-moms out there, trust me, I get it.)

That being said, Wyatt was 4 months on Wednesday.  FOUR. MONTHS.  What?!?  I know 4 months doesn't sound like a lot, but I know that 4 years is going to seem to go by just as quick, and then he'll be a teenager, and then he'll graduate high school and go off to college and make new friends and get a great education and never call me and I'll be sitting here in 18 years reading this post and laughing at my 28 year old self who thought 4 months was a big deal.  But for me, in this moment right now, it is.  (And that was a really long, really dreadful run-on sentence.)

We go in next week for his 4 month check-up and his 4 month shots (I'm already dreading that part), so I'll update later with his official "stats".  In the meantime, here are a few slighly fuzzy iPhone pictures of our 4 month old little man:

Funny side story: About 5 seconds after I took this last picture, he projectile vomited all over his outfit, the chair, and the floor.  (And there's another thing I swore I'd never blog about.  I'm sure eating my words today...)  Good thing I got a couple smiley pictures in beforehand! :)

Not the hairdryer!!

This will be a very quick & funny (well I think it's funny) post.  2 in one week.  AMAZING. 

A lot of mornings I put Wyatt in his bouncy seat while I get ready, and everytime he gets mad when I get out the hairdryer.  And I mean, he despises it.  Like, he GLARES at it.  I may have scarred him for life because the first couple times I got it out, I thought he would like a little wave of heat, so I pointed at it him for a few seconds (from like 7 feet away, don't worry) and instantly got a frowny-face that turned into a scream.  Lesson learned. 

So this morning, when I stood back up after flipping my hair over to dry it, this is what he was doing:

And as soon as the hairdryer shut off, his hands came right back down.  Point taken, son. 

In other news, aren't his footie pajamas so cute?  I think footie pajamas may be my most favorite baby clothing item out there.  Or maybe baby shoes.  Or baby hats. 

Have a good weekend!

Chomp, Chomp!!

Well, I've resigned myself to the fact that one or two updates a month is about all I'm going to have time for right now, so I'm pretty proud that I'm posting some pictures from Halloween only 9 days after the actual day!  In my defense, I got a nasty virus/cold that knocked me out for about 5 days last week, which was absolutely the last thing I needed.  On a positive note, it did allow me snatch a few hours of sleep here & there, but that is still pretty difficult to do when you're nursing.  (Apparently babies don't stop eating when their mommy is sick...) 

And now, without further ado, here are some pictures from Wyatt's first Halloween: 

Wyatt was a baby shark, so obviously Sam and I were the ocean. Duh.  This is also the only family picture we got because I felt horrible that night and ended up having 103 fever by the time we got home.

Yeah, we used some props for his Halloween "photo shoot"...

As you can see, he's getting really good at grabbing things and taking them straight to his mouth. 

A family picture on the porch swing (we cheated & took this a few days ago when I felt a little better).

And here's a sneak peek of one of the pictures from Wyatt's 3 month photo shoot a few weeks ago with Mandy Stansberry:

It's crazy to think that a year ago from right now I had just found out I was pregnant, and now I have a 3 1/2 month old sweet baby boy.  Time sure is flying by!

Oh, hey guys!

It's official.  I love my baby WAY more than my blog.  And as if that weren't noticeable enough (given the month-long hiatus), this post is going to be pretty short because it's almost midnight and my sleepy eyes are starting to close as I type.  Let's do a quick recap of the last month...

I'm back at work full-time.  Luckily, I get to work from home 2 days a week and it's working out great, as long as my precious little boy will actually take his naps.  Today he took a 2 hour nap in the morning and then slept a grand total of 1 hour (2 30-minute naps) the rest of the day.  Little stinker.  I've been terrified of posting this next sentence, for fear that as soon as I say it, I'll jinx myself.  Wyatt is a great little sleeper at night.  He has been sleeping through the night (8-10 hours) since he was 5 weeks old.  I'm told this is quite unusual.  I credit Babywise (yes, I'm one of those moms), Wyatt's laid back temperament, and the Infant Benadryl I slip him every night before bed.  (I'm kidding, I'm kidding...the only thing that's ever been in his mouth other than milk is his gas drops.)  Here he is all ready for bed in his matching little bear hat:

And luckily, he's still as snuggly as a little bear when he sleeps.

By the way, I've learned that it's really difficult to lose the last of the baby weight when all you eat is sugar.  Maybe it's because I'm nursing, but it seems that all I ever want to snack on is sugar.  Candy, candy corn, candy canes, and syrup.  Just kidding, that's a quote from Elf.  But I'm serious about the candy corn.  And probably candy canes before long.  And anything else starting with the word "candy" or with a sugar content significantly above the daily recommendation.  Especially ice cream.  And chocolate.  And cookies.  You get the point.  Moving on...

Wyatt had his 2 month check up (almost a month ago now--sheesh!) and weighed 11 lb, 7 oz and was 23 3/4 inches.  He's right at 50% for weight and a little over 75% for height.  It looks like he's going to be built more like a Ward than a Baird, but I guess it's a little early to know for sure! :)  He also got the dreaded shots at his last appointment, but he took them like a champ.  I'm pretty sure I cried more than he did. 

He smiles all the time and has started giggling randomly.  He thinks Sam is pretty hilarious.  Tonight I came home from meeting some of my best girlfriends for coffee and Wyatt & Sam were just sitting on the couch laughing at each other.  It was pretty much the sweetest sound I've ever heard.  I absolutely ADORE his little laugh.  He also rolled over last week!  Twice in a row from his tummy to his back!!  He hasn't really done it since, but at least we know that he can whenever he decides he wants to again.  He's getting pretty good at holding his head up and looking around during tummy time too.

Well, my iPhone just died and that's what I was using to send pictures to post on here, so I'll leave you with one more before I sign off tonight.  I took this one a few weeks ago--I think it was either 8 or 9 weeks--but since my phone is dead I can't know the date for sure. 

And now I'm off to bed before my little human alarm clock wakes me up in 7 hours.  I'll update again with more recent pictures soon.  Maybe.



I know, I know...

Yes, I realize it's been almost 2 1/2 weeks since my last post, but it's past 11 PM and I started back to work this week and I. Am. Exhausted.  But all 3 of us are doing just great!  Wyatt is such a sweet, happy baby and we absolutely love spending every minute we can with him (which is another reason the blog is being neglected.)  I promise a better update soon, but here are a couple quick pics...

Swinging on the porch swing...

Loving his daddy...

Cracking up at me...(he thinks I'm SO funny! :))

6 weeks...

Obviously he has started smiling in the past week and a half...it's really quite precious if I do say so myself.  (I know I'm a TAD biased.)  Have a safe & happy Labor Day Weekend!