5 Months

This week Logan turned 5 months. I seriously cannot believe how fast he is growing. Every day he's learning or doing something different. Everybody warned me about this but it never really sunk in until now. I measured and weighed him on his 5 month mark and he weighs 15.5 lbs. and is 26 in. long. He's grown a half an inch but hasn't really gained any weight. Hopefully that's not a bad thing. I figure since he's not underweight there's probably nothing to worry about. He's a drooling machine and he literally is chewing on something all the time. He loves eating his cereal and, if I let him, he would eat the whole box at one time. He can take off some of his bibs and loves to throw them and everything else he can get his hands on to the floor. Yeah, he's already discovered that game. Now he rolls not just one way but all over the place. If he wants something bad enough, somehow he rolls and scoots and finds a way to get it. It's been great because it seems he's much happier when he can get around. The only bad thing is he's been rolling into things and banging his head. He's definitely getting a lot more reckless. I have a feeling I'm in big trouble when he actually starts crawling. His new favorite toy is my new cell phone. He loves how it lights up and apparently it's the perfect size to chew on. Also, he doesn't just squeal when he's excited like he used to. Now he squeals and screams all the time. I think he just loves to hear himself and sometimes I swear he's playing a game to see how high and loud he can scream. It hurts my throat just to hear him but he seems to like it. Another new thing he's started doing is attacking our faces. He has to feel, grab, scratch and if his mouth is anywhere near, he'll try to eat it. It's the worst when I'm feeding him. It's like all of a sudden he's fascinated with our faces. He's gotten much more needy in the entertainment department. Sitting and looking around doesn't cut it anymore. He needs to be involved in everything, see everything, play with everything, and have all the attention. It's exhausting sometimes and I wonder if I've somehow spoiled him into this or if this is normal at this age. The good thing is, he LOVES laughing and talking to himself in the mirror so when I want to get some things done he can entertain himself that way. Also, with some exceptions, he usually wakes up around 8 or 8:30am and goes to bed around 8:30 or 9pm which has been wonderful. So, I'm guessing it comes with age and solid foods but everything about him is stinkier...his dirty diapers, his spit up, and (I'm sure he gets this from Scott) his gas. It's awful. I'm already starting to feel very outnumbered with these boys in the house. As you can see, he's started sucking his thumb and, that's right, his toes.

This is another thing he's doing. He just opens his mouth for no reason as big as he can. We've decided that he's doing this because we all open our mouths really wide when we talk to him and try to get him to smile. He's just trying to look as silly as the rest of us do.

When he doesn't have a toy, he's always got his hand to chew on.

This is how he likes to sit on the desk when we're busy at the computer. Notice the drool.

Here are just a couple other pictures.

And a video...

Labor Day Weekend

The Friday before Labor Day we headed to Huntington Beach. That was also my birthday and I was having one of the worst days I had had in a long time. Our air conditioner broke around 3am which we were actually happy about because it was under warranty but we live in Arizona and it's summer here until Halloween. Need I say more? I didn't sleep pretty much from then on and I definitely don't do well without sleep. I guess Logan isn't a huge fan of the heat because he wouldn't eat or sleep that day and I couldn't get him to stop crying. Dealing with him and my own discomforts of heat and fatigue as well as pretty much being trapped at home since we had to be there while the AC was getting worked on made for an extremely long day. And the 7 hour car ride hadn't even begun. The trip wasn't too bad but I couldn't sleep partly because I was too wound up and partly because our car is too small for 3 adults and a car seat. (Scott's sister rode with us too). Of course with less than an hour left, Logan decided to start screaming and he just wouldn't stop no matter what I did. This is extremely rare for him, if not unheard of, and I had already dealt with it all morning so I was ready to turn around and go home at that point. To make things worse, it was even hot in Huntington Beach when we got there that night and I was absolutely sick of being hot and uncomfortable. It seems silly now but I was just having a hard day and wanted to go to bed and get that day behind me. After that, things got a little better. Scott's family watched Logan and let Scott and I get out by ourselves for a little while. I'm sure after my behavior the night before they were willing to do anything to make me a little more pleasant since they'd have to be around me all weekend. It was nice, though. We just ran some errands and walked around downtown. Scott's bro in law Matt and his family are big BYU fans and though I went there myself I was born and will inevitably die a Sooner fan so we were pretty excited about the game. This picture was taken before the end result hence the smile on my face. For those of you that don't know, the ending results were a terrible loss and an injured quarterback for OU. I was no longer smiling to say the least. Not a great start for my team on the opening weekend of my absolute favorite sport.

The reason we went to Huntington Beach was for Logan's new little cousin Westin's baby blessing. We took lots of cousin pictures. Logan was absolutely fascinated with Westin which was interesting since he's never paid attention to any other babies he's been around. Only this could put a smile on my face after that game.

Grandma Bair got the boys matching outfits. Westin was nice and mellow while Logan wiggled all over the place, wouldn't look at the camera, and tried to move Westin to where he thought he should go.

We even did bath time together which was pretty hilarious. Logan was having a good ol' time. To him, having people around, regardless of who or what the situation is, is a good time. Westin took a little beating with Logan's excited kicking legs and Logan just decided to take advantage of the situation and chew on his feet. As you can see, only Logan thought this was a fun idea.

Here's a picture of Scott's family that went to the blessing, which was absolutely beautiful. It was great to be a part of that big day.

We've been working on getting some pictures taken as a family so Matt and Christi took some pictures of us. We took a lot of really cute ones on the beach but Logan was not looking up or smiling because it was apparently too bright. Though we woke someone up in the process, we luckily got a good picture next to this wall by someone's bedroom window.

In the end it was a great weekend and I was so glad that we went. We had a really good time hanging out with Scott's family and meeting cute little Westin. Once we got home, we were extremely happy to walk into a nice cool house and have an air conditioner that didn't require us to turn up the tv or yell in order to hear over the awful noise it once made.

Happy Birthday...I think

My birthday was September 4. This is always a joyous occasion for me since I love celebrating ME. The excuse "but it's my birthday" applies all month and I make sure we have multiple celebrations of birthday shopping, dinner, and parties, with cake, friends, family, etc. so it is sure to last as long as possible. Friday Scott gave me my present which was a shirt he picked out all by himself and a card he wrote telling me all the things he loves about me. I got some money and clothes from family and Matt, Scott's bro in law, made me an ice cream cake that was delicious. We haven't finished celebrating yet because I have lots of birthday shopping to do and we haven't gone out yet so things are going according to plan. But...this year feels a little different. I just turned 27. For those of you who are older than I am, I mean no disrespect. But wow! I'm getting old fast and it seems like I'm getting smacked in the face with it. I noticed toward the end of my pregnancy that I was getting dark circles around my eyes and here we are, almost 5 months later, and they never went away. I hear that's a sign of aging. I was told by my doctor for the first time the other day, "sometimes that just comes with age." I just about fell out of my chair and then I didn't know if I should laugh, because surely that was a joke, or cry. Also, it could be a combination of post baby body and my obviously ever increasing age, but I'm finding that no matter how much weight I lose I just can't seem to get that body I once had. I'm also nursing and, yes, I can already see "the ladies" succumbing to gravity. And last, I noticed as someone was editing my picture on their computer that I'm starting to get those little creases around my eyes that some call crow's feet. The funny thing about getting older is you remember when you're younger imagining how different you'll feel once you get to a certain age. But you always feel exactly the same as you did before with just a few more life experiences and knowledge. I went to an enrichment a couple days ago that talked about not taking on more than you can handle and prioritizing things in your life. With my birthday in mind, I really got to thinking how short life is and how important it is to just enjoy every minute of it and not procrastinate your dreams, or doing things that are important to you. I've also decided to try to not dwell on the floor that needs mopped or the laundry that needs to be folded or the fact that Scott leaves his shoes everywhere and doesn't wipe off the counters after he cooks. (I know. He cooks and I still get annoyed.) Last year on my birthday I was praying and fasting for a baby not knowing if it would ever happen and 3 days later we found out I was pregnant. There's no telling what this year will bring and I look forward to all the experiences that come, good or bad. I plan on focusing more on cherishing each new day I have with my sweet baby and loving husband. That's the good thing about getting older. You go through life with the experiences that make you who you are...and hopefully become a better person along the way doing the things you've always dreamed you'd do.