The Adventures of Mr. and Mrs. G: Relative

Everything is relative. Before Weston, I was really busy. Or at least I thought I was busy. I really had no idea what busy was until I went back to work after becoming a Mom. Now, its constant. Nurse, pump, change, dress, taxi, bathe, sanitize, label, play, wash, put to bed, work, clean, shower, launder, organize, and cook. Funny thing is, I am sure someday when Weston is at the age of Little League and Pee-Wee football I'll say "I had no idea what busy was when he was a baby!".

Mid-way through August Weston had his 2 month check up. He got his first round of shots and only cried for a short while (still heartbreaking). He weighed 15lbs 7oz, was 24 inches long, and his head was 41.7 cm around. This puts him in the 97th, 90th, and 98th percentiles, respectively. Who knew I gave birth to a giant! Doc said he looks great- chunk and all.

Giant Baby.

August 24th was Matt's birthday- his last year in which his age starts with a 2. I woke up that morning and put forth my best attempt at making breakfast. I've never cooked a big breakfast (cereal or a bagel suits me fine) so what was intended to be a kind gesture was probably more like torture. I asked Matt what he wanted to do with "his day" and he insisted he wanted to find a garage fridge. After allowing the traffic to work us into crabby moods, we headed home and then went to a nice dinner to relax and celebrate.

I suck at breakfast but I dominate dessert.

Happy Birthday to Mr. G!

The next Monday I started back at work. I struggled with a lot of "working mom guilt" when I dropped Weston off at daycare. His first day was hard on him and it made dropping him off the second day almost impossible. I thank God that Weston had a good second day or that may have been the end of the working mom. It's still hard but visiting on my lunch breaks does help a lot, as do the cameras that allow me to look in on him any time I want (all the time). I do enjoy going to work though, and it's so nice to have adult conversations on a regular basis again. I suppose that's the silver lining.

First day.

This was taken by the daycare and sent to me. It's a book full of different textures for the babes to feel. He looks happy and that's what matters to me.

Weston's crib poster.

This weekend was our 1st Anniversary. It seems hard to believe. I guess pregnancy and a subsequent baby makes a year fly by. What a great year though! Noni and D-Pa watched Weston while Matt and I went out for the night for dinner and a comedy club show. I drank 5 beers which made me feel like such a badass. Fighting breastfeeding sobriety one beer at a time. (Although it was much less badass getting up multiple times over night to pump and dump to get the 5 beers out of my system). It was nice being husband and wife rather then mom and dad for the first time in a few months.

One year married! Woohoo!

Weston Update: Wes weighs over 17 pounds now and changes daily. His hands are constantly finding their way into his mouth and drool is constantly oozing out of it. He likes ceiling fans, staring at his Momma, "riding the pony", sitting up, rolling onto his side, and helping hold his bottle (shocking- my boy likes to help himself eat). His neck muscles are surprisingly strong but he hasn't shown any interest in lifting his upper body during tummy time. He is in the best mood right after waking up in the morning and just before bed at night. At those times, it's endless smiles for anyone around!

Holding his bottle.

Smiles!

Tell me this smile doesn't go straight to your heart!

Blowing sweet baby bubbles.

Other fun times: Airhogs game with the Phelps Family (Weston wanted to see his girlfriend Hailie again), family date night at the drive-ins, more family photos, sprucing up our fish tank, and having our families over for Labor Day.