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Auggie – 4 Months

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The wild man has continued his growth spurt – 3 lbs and 3 inches these last two months! He’s now 19 lbs 26 inches – 75th and 95th respectively. I knew my shoulders hurt for a reason… He is now grabbing, holding and examining anything he can get his hands on and of course, get into his mouth. He’s getting close to sitting up without help and is desperately trying to get his swimming arms and legs coordinated enough to crawl and keep up with his cousin, Mason. Who he currently out weighs despite Mason being 6 months older.

You can really start to see the difference from his two month pictures. Those legs are stretching out!

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Photography is serious,Mom

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This is how he spends most of his time not in the jumper

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Always angling for a better view.

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Those wrist rolls don’t even compare to his thigh rolls – hard to decide which I love more…IMG_4776

Jumping Bean

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Auggie got a new jumper for Christmas and Grandma and Grandpa were kind enough to deliver it a few weeks early and I swear the kid hasn’t left it since! He loves to bounce and spin and grab the toys. So much so that he’s worn through not one but TWO pairs of jammies. He’s literally jumping out of them!

Loving on his favorite Lamb

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First casualty

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And the latest…

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Wade In The Water

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Sunday we had our lovely little Augustus baptized. Organizing a ceremony with the Catholic church is always a challenge – just getting someone to return your call let alone GASP put you on the calendar!

I always find stuff like this stressful – who to invite? party after? what to serve? gifts for the baby. gifts for the Godparents. Explaining to Baylor that baptizing ALL of her animals in the sink is not a good idea. where is the baptism gown? will it fit The Tank? which priest will we get? Cripes I’m tired even writing it. But all the work that went into Sunday paid off. We had a simple and beautiful ceremony with Auggie wearing my baptism gown (which Baylor also wore) and there were no tears, only cute smiles all around. We are incredibly blessed with great friends who willingly get out of bed on a Sunday morning to attend mass, a ceremony and a party – not to mention our family members who did the same. It was so special!

Having your sin washed away is exhausting.

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The proud Godparents Beth and Grant (and baby Grace coming March 2013!)

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It’s so funny to think if we only knew how good life would be  when Beth and I were cruising around in her VW Cabriolet with the top down.

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As Beth and I were changing Augg before the ceremony, a little Mexican grandma stopped, pinched Auggie’s cheeks and said “oh gordita!!”. My first response was “he’s a boy” and then I realized that I was more offended that she called him a girl than fat…then I was annoyed that she thought the two gringas wouldn’t know she was insulting my sweet boy. I was later assured by another Nana that gordita (or more correctly, gordito) is a just a nice way of saying he’s adorably chubby. No insults involved. Which made me feel better. And thankful I paid some attention in high school spanish.

Dear Cashier

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Dear Cashier,

First, lets talk about what your job requirement ARE: greeting customers, ringing up sales, making change, bagging items and occasionally smiling at a customer.

Second, lets talk about what your job requirement IS NOT: commenting on customer purchases would be one amongst others I’m sure….

Now, that said, lets address the later. Yes, I am buying probiotics for my baby. Yes, it is a small bottle. Yes, he does have colic. Yes, it is quite expensive for such a small bottle. No, he doesn’t sleep very well. That’s very interesting that when you had children SIXTY YEARS AGO that you just toughed it out when your baby was colicy.

So now that you’ve gotten to offer your opinion, I think it’s only fair that you listen to my opinion: your opinion is not valid in this transaction. Please stop talking, ring the item and hand my receipt. Oh, and try to act like and adult when I say this to you rather than a petulant three year old. I already have one of those.

 

Sincerely,

Beth

Auggie – 1 Month

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I took a picture of Baylor each month of her first year with the same stuffed animal so that we could see how much she grew. It seemed only appropriate that we use the Augie Dogie blanket at a yard stick for Auggie baby.

A just started to really smile this month – he will smile back at you and also when you tickle his chin. 

Dopplegangers

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The nurse at the hospital told us that kids are either exactly like one parent or a perfect blend of both and all their siblings will fit the same mould. I’ll let you be the judge of which we got.

Baylor’s 1st Day

 

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Baylor’s crabby face

 

 

Auggie’s crabby face

Tree Frog Baylor

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Baylor starting to smile

Auggie making me work reeeaaalllyy hard for not a frown

Sweet cheeks Baylor

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Bathroom Baby

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Whew. Where did the last three weeks go? Auggie is three weeks old today and I think everyone is finally settling into life with two kids – including the two kids.

We discovered the first night Auggie was here that he is a talking. Like a big time talker. He grunts, grumbles, moans, hums and whistles in his sleep. LOUDLY. Like can hear him over the sound machine loud. And because he and his sister share (or will share) a room, there’s no putting him in his own room to avoid being kept up by the racket. So PW and I decided we would try putting him in the bathroom over night to see if helped. It turned out to be perfect – we hear him cry, but not all the noise and his crying doesn’t wake up Bay. And before you get all “I’m calling CPS” on me, he has a very lovely bassinet to sleep in in our larger than average bathroom – it’s pretty nice actually. At the very least, it will make for great material in therapy some day.

And a few new pics of the crew:

 

I love when they start waking up!

 

 

 

Bedtime stories are now a family affair. Auggie already loving Curious George.

 

Today’s the Day

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I’m excited, nervous, anxious, ready and not ready to meet our little guy today! Details and stats to come!

One last look at the belly – looking mighty big if I do say so….who is the jerk who puts horizontal stripes on a maternity shirt?! I know I’m the dumb dumb who bought it, but I was desperate for something that covered everything!!

Big Girls Don’t Cry

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We have been on a mission to turn Bay’s room into a shared room for her and her soon to be brother. It has been quite the process. What should have been just moving some furniture, a new bed and some bedding, has turned into a multiple weekend project.

First, the garage needed to be cleaned out and reorganized to be able to hold the extra desk from the office and other odds and ends. Next the kitchen set and table and chairs from B’s room moved to the office. Finally the changing table and bookshelf had to be emptied and moved around in the bedroom so that the crib could be moved and then the big girl bed assembled.  Then the furniture didn’t fit in the room so there was another rearrangement. Then there was a discrepancy in the color of a few items so there was spray paint involved. Countless trips to Lowes, Home Depot and Target….And trust me, this is the short and sweet version. There were many arguments, coercion of friends to help move furniture, a few tears, a lot of cleaning and the realization that we have far too many hobbies and crap in general.

In the midst of all the chaos, Bay was transitioning to her new bed. Part of the reason this is all going on now was that I wanted her to have lots of time to move into her bed when she was comfortable. It turns out, she not only was ok with sleeping in her new bed, she insisted on it. She loves her new bed. As we were putting the sheets on it, PW began giving me puppy dog sad eyes. When I asked what was wrong, he responded that she’s a big girl who doesn’t need her crib anymore. I laughed a little because he gave me the business when I got upset about deconstructing her room a few weeks ago in preparation of the furniture move. It wasn’t until I reached into the crib to take the sheets off that I realized that the soft pink sheets are never going back on.

We stood outside her door that night looking at her room and fighting off the urge to snuggle her and cry “you’re our BABY!! You can’t grow up yet!!”. We checked on her a few hours later and were happy to see that she was tiny in her giant twin bed – it made my heart happy to see that at least for now, she’s still little.

Here’s a sneak peek of the room – the final results will be up on Scottsdale Moms Blog for Pregnancy Week (5 contributing writers are currently pregnant!) at the end of August.