2 Months

Little Elli is two months today!!  She is getting so big!  She knows she has us wrapped around her cute, tiny fingers.

Today we took her to the doctor and got the following stats:

Height: 22 in (36th percentile)

Weight: 10 lbs 9oz (44th percentile)

Head: 14.6 in (10th percentile)

Overall the last month has been pretty smooth. 

She still wakes up a few times a night, and still hasn't figured out night and day.  It seems like she sleeps for almost 24 hours straight, then is up for 24 hours.  We're trying to get her on a schedule so she doesn't do this, but it's still a work in progress.  Today for example, she slept decent last night, then was awake from 7am-1pm.  She took a couple of cat naps, but didn't sleep for more than an hour total.  But can I blame her?  She's trying to sleep through Michael. 

It's so nice to have a baby that LOVES diaper changes.  Yes, loves.  She will be fussing non-stop and then smile as soon as I lay her down on the changing table.

Yup, she smiles!  But I don't have a picture of it yet.  I'm too busy trying to coax more out of her. 

What else can I say about our precious little princess....nothing, she's just that, a precious little princess. 

I'll leave you with a few more pictures so I can go cuddle my little one.

Oh my son

Oh son I love you.  I loved you the first time I held you.  I loved you when you gave me your first smile.  I loved you when you peed on me and puked up green beans in my hair.  I love that you cry whenever we move and take your crib apart because I know you're scared of leaving us.  I loved the day you decided you loved daddy more than me.  I love cuddling you when you wake up.  I love the water fights you create every time you have a bath.  I love how you hug your sister.  I love that you say sister.  I loved when you started sleeping through the night.  I love when I get to rescue you from nightmares.  I love how you say nana every time I try to feed you anything.  I love how every toy is used to make noise instead of its intended purpose. 

Son I love you. 

But....

I would appreciate the following:

Stop hitting your sister.  Stop stealing her binky.  Stop screaming, about everything.  Stop crying and biting the sheets on my bed every time I try to feed her.  Stop trying to dig through the trash.  Stop kicking me and rolling around every time I try to change your diaper.  Stop having meltdowns.  Stop playing with your heater every time I leave the room.  STOP throwing your food and sippy on the ground when you are "done" only to ask for it again.  Stop whining so much that I wonder if the neighbors will call CPS.  Stop refusing your morning nap, then the day I don't make you take it don't refuse your afternoon nap as well. 

But please, don't stop being adorable.  Don't stop saying dada even when you know I'm the only parent home.  Don't stop staring at your sister in amazement.  Don't stop the 'ishish' or 'eshesh' language, at least not yet.  Don't stop exploring everything.  Don't stop your cute little walk.  Don't stop smiling when you go down the slide.  Don't stop laughing for no reason when I put you and your cousin in the stroller together.  Don't stop hiding puzzle pieces around the house that make me smile when I find them.  Don't stop putting your head on my shoulder when you're tired.  And lastly, don't stop loving me, because I'll never stop loving you.

Moving, Teething, Colds, and Sleeplessness

It has been a very busy week.

Saturday we moved.  I'll admit this place is a little small, but I like it.  I'm finally forced to get rid of stuff that I should have said goodbye to a long time ago.  Like the fifteen purses that I hoarded....and the twenty pairs of flip flops.  Josh hates this though.  I made a deal with him that we can get a new TV for our room if he lets me get rid of stuff.  Of course I'll ask his opinion but I get the final say.  But I've only gotten rid of two things of his, an old TV stand and a pair of corduroy pants that I've told him to get rid of for a while.  That being said, I still have a lot to go through.  Unpacking has been very, very slow.

Why so slow?  Because the day we moved Elli was an angel.  She slept almost all day except to eat every three hours.....then she decided to stay up most of the night.  Leaving Josh and I with less than two hours of sleep.  This week has been rough because she keeps having trouble at night.  She sleeps, but she needs to eat every hour, then be rocked.  During the day she is awake, has 3-4 1-2 hour naps, and eats every 2-3 hours.  PERFECT!  Just not so much at night.  Oh well.

As for Michael, he had a rough day on Saturday.  I took the plunge and stuck my fingers in his mouth to feel his two bottom molars coming in.  Sunday he woke up coughing with a runny nose. He's still coughing, but I can't tell what's causing it, the cold or extra drool going down his throat. Either way he's been very needy.

So there are still boxes lying around everywhere.  It's still a minefield in the middle of the night.  Hopefully that goes away before this weekend!

Nope, no pictures.  I have no idea where the camera is.

I'm going to miss garlic and cheese

Note:  If you don't like what I blog about then don't read my blog!  Also don't assume details I've left out.  I don't post everything on here because I like to keep some parts of our lives personal, but that doesn't mean I won't tell you about it if you ask me in person.  If something I write bothers you then talk to me about it, or stop reading!

While most of Elli's short existence has been full of naps and...well naps, lately she hasn't been doing well when awake.  She has some serious stomach issues (should have seen this one coming after Michael) that have kept me worrying about her.  She has some serious gas (I'm sorry Elli if you one day see that I've told the world about it) that causes her pain.  Like screaming when she farts pain, but she farts a lot.  After a weekend of worry I finally called her doctor.  Of course he was out of town.  So I went to another one there that was really great too.  It was decided that I cut out:

• garlic
• onions (goodbye soup)
• cabbage (pretty easy)
• artichoke (haha easiest thing ever!)
• tomatoes (bye bye Italian)
• broccoli
• cauliflower (Josh will be thrilled)
• chocolate (not as hard as you'd think)
• all dairy

Overall most of the list will be easy.  I don't have too much dairy anyways, I've never been a milk person.  The things that will be hard for me are no garlic, onions, cheese, butter, and eggs.  I cook a lot with onions and garlic, A LOT!  We are a cheese loving family.  I also cook a lot with butter.  Eggs are in bread....and I eat bread a lot....so what is left???

This means no soups, no sandwiches, no Italian (yes I'm putting this again because I love it so much), no eating out pretty much, unless I want plain chicken nuggets and fries every time I go somewhere. 

I need to find some new recipes fast!!

Luckily I only have to cut everything out for 2 weeks.  Then add things back in a week at a time.  I keep thinking that after a month I can add garlic and dairy back in so I can have garlic cheese bread!  I'm already drooling

Grown up names

Lately I've been thinking it's about time that I stop calling Michael, well, Michael.  We never intended to call him that.  We wanted him to have a name that had possible nicknames, which is why we never named him plain Mike.  Okay, that's not the only reason, his original name was Michael Scott Crump....but in the end I couldn't do that to him.  Despite being named after our most beloved television character we never thought of calling him Michael.  It was always Mike.

Then he was born.

Somewhere between the birth certificate, discharge papers, baby blessing, doctors appointments, and insurance changes, he became Michael out of habit.  Everywhere I turned someone needed his full legal name.

Does this really look like a Michael?  Sorry he looks a little drunk

I decided to try calling him Mike and he at least responded to it, along with his other nicknames like stinker and poopers.  But it felt weird.  It sounded old.  My sister calls him Mikey and that sounds younger to me, so maybe I should try it first.  If I do I will again be stuck in this position of having to call him by the more grown up name, Mike.

It seems so weird to me that I've always wanted him to be Mike and yet I just can't call him that naturally.  It's even weirder because I like the name Mike, but not so much the name Michael.  So why do I call my son that??  I'm thinking by 18 months I need to start calling him Mike or Mikey, but the Michael needs to go.  I just hope the awkwardness of it goes away quickly.