When Life (or Grandma) Hands You Lemons....

(Fresh up from his nap!)

Grandma Frederito has a great citrus trellis in her backyard and always gives us fruit. So when Grandma and Grandpa came over one of the last few times they brought us a box of lemons.

(My happy little helper...)

So I squeezed them with the help of Baby B to freeze and use for all sorts of lemon-y treats! We have 6 cups of fresh squeezed lemon juice in our freezer and of course I couldn't resist to make some fresh squeezed lemonade!

(and the finished product!)

Oooohhhhh Christmas Tree...

(Blake in his 'Paul Bunyan' outfit...)

Thanksgiving is done and over with and black friday is behind us, so naturally the next thing to do is get a Christmas tree! I LOVE christmas trees and being the expert shopper that I am I tend to be very picky about my tree. I like buying my Christmas tree from the same place we always do, which happens to be a tree lot ran by the Linda District Firefighters, and I like Charlie Brown Christmas trees. So we go back to the firefighter tree lot and I go to pick out a Charlie Brown tree but Noah wants a different tree, I was hesitant at first but decide that it would be cheaper... After all this Christmas is about Blake. So we pick out this 7 1/2 foot beauty!!!

Blake LOVES the lights on the tree and the dogs love the Christmas tree as well!

(Lily was my Christmas present 4 years ago... Now she is a total Christmas dog!)

I am so excited for the next 10 Christmases when I get to see what Christmas is like through the eyes of a child! My dad always gave us the best Christmases and I can't wait to do that for Blake!

Oh, Poop.

(Blake loves his mommy!.. We are having a conversation in this photo)

Well, the title should say it all. This blog is about poop. So, if you are of the faint at heart continue reading at your own risk...

Baby B has been declared a state of emergency. I have been up to my eyeballs in poop this week. He is known to have his occasional blow out every now and again but this is ridiculous!

Sunday: We had Frederito Family Thanksgiving Part 1 at Great Grandma Frederito's. He lasted the whole day and then had a blow out all over new his new shirt and jeans. I honestly didn't think anything of it because it has happened a few times in the past.

Monday: We had Frederito Family Thanksgiving Part 2 at Grandma Kay's. B takes a poo while Uncle Gabe is holding him... Daddy changes him and of course in that two seconds in between swapping out the dirty diaper for the new one he poops all over the changing pad. Needless to say Noah calls me over for the clean-up process.

Tuesday: This day was a double poo day! First of all I had thrown on the cardigan that I was wearing on Sunday because it was comfortable and I was doing some quick Christmas shopping for B's cousins. As I am driving down the street I notice that I had poo on my sleeve... Seriously. I had left the house wearing a pooed-on sweater. Then on the way back home B has another blow-out all over his over-alls.

(This would be the poo on my sweater...)

Wednesday: A No-Poo Holiday. Thankfully.

Thursday: It's Thanksgiving. This time at Grandma Teresa's, he spent the whole entire day crying, not even taking a break to nap. I have been sick with a cold so naturally it seems as if Blake is getting the on-set of a cold. So not only is the poor baby getting sick and tired, he is also constipated. We get home and I lie him on the couch because he seems to have an easier time pooing while lying down. He poos like 7 times, making strained faces and all. When he is done, I pick him up and I see that his clothes have seemed to escape poo-suicide. I take him into his room to change him and I notice some seepage. I take off his pajamas and he has pooed up the front of his diaper. I have NO idea how I am going to get his onesie off of him without getting poo all over his face and hair. We had to cut off his onesie, it was not even salvage-able. He had poo on his belly, back, arms, & legs... It was a total mess. Luckily, afterwards he was back to his normal happy, smiley, self.

Friday: That would be today. I am still super sick, and as I write this Blake sounds sick and he is making grunting noises and that strained face expression. Looks like today is going to be a poo-ey day too. I knew mommyhood was going to be hard and not-so-glamorous... But who would of thought it would be so messy?!? Especially coming from a 12-pound lovebug!!!

Happy 2 Months Blakey!

Blake is two months old today!

He had his two month check up and he is growing like a weed! He weighs 12 pounds, 14.8 ounces which is in the 80th percentile for babies, he is 24 inches long which is the 87th percentile, and his head is 15.51 inches which is the 37th percentile. He is long and lean just like his Uncle David! So since he was born he weighs roughly 4 pounds more, is 2 3/4 inches longer, and his head is 2 1/2 inches bigger!

(Who could be frown-y wearing a Mickey Mouse shirt???)

Unfortunately, along with the two month mark comes his first round of vaccinations. =( Fortunately he was a total trooper, unlike his mommy. He took his oral vaccination without spitting it out but when the nurse held his legs down he knew something was up! The second the first needle went in his face turned bright red and he let out a scream. I thought I was going to be okay with him getting shots but I was wrong, at least I was able to hold it together until the nurse walked out of the room. Then I started crying. But B is a tough little guy, he only cried for about two minutes then was totally over it. I, on the other hand, was still crying! He drank his bottle and went to sleep for a morning nap. It has been about 2 hours since his shots and so far so good! He hasn't been super fussy and he's not running a fever, he is happily napping in his swing! I love my little, growing buddy!!!

A Very Productive Day!

B's new sleep schedule (he did it again last night!), means that his day schedule has also changed... So now he naps in the morning, but is awake from about 2-3 until bedtime. He really doesn't understand the idea of his toys and though he LOVES his swing to death, he gets tired of his swing after about an hour or so. I was left thinking of ways to keep him entertained, so I decided to bust out the jumperoo that has been hiding in his closet until he was old enough to use it.

So, while Mommy assembled the jumperoo, B sat in his Bumbo (also a first...), and watched.

When he got tired of the Bumbo he hung out with Lily.

And here he is in the finished product!

Okay, so he is still way tooooooo small to actually use it, but he likes the lights and music while Mommy bounces him! He is just way too cute! =)

YAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!

First of all let me say Happy (belated) Veterans Day! B got all dressed up yesterday in honor of his Daddy and Grandpa Mark. We made a nice steak dinner for Noah because it was his day. Little B was so comfy in his baby fatigues he slept in them last night... Which brings me to the title of this blog.

B slept through the WHOLE night last night!!!

He was super duper fussy last night, so I bathed him at 8 and fed him a super warm bottle afterwards. He fell asleep eating and only drank 3 of the 5 ounces, I tried feeding him the rest but he was so pooped. So I got up to put him in his crib for the night. Unfortunately, the second I put him down he started screaming. Noah came and picked him up, he burped a few times and was back out. Needless to say, since he only drank 3 ounces I was sure it was going to be a sleepless night. He proved me wrong! Noah got up at 6:20-ish for work and B started to wake up. I was dreaming that I asked Noah what time B got up and he said 2AM. Noah woke me up and said "Blake slept through the night." As excited as I am, I know it will be a while before this is consistent but I am excited never the less!

That Mom.....

(^This picture is from yesterday but not from the baby shower...

I thought he was super cute all bundled up with his dog hat... Which is super big still and is newborn sized! Thank God he had/has a small head!!!)

I totally turned into that mom... You know the one with the screaming kid that you roll your eyes about and shoot a dirty look at, while making some comment like, "control your kid..." basically implying that you are a bad mom. Yup, I was her yesterday.

So, B and I had gone to a baby shower earlier that morning, in which I am proud to say he was a total good sport all morning. He stayed awake the whole time and prior to leaving I fed him the last 2 ounces that he didn't drink out of his bottle, changed his diaper so he was clean on the car ride home, and he dozed off in his car seat. I figured that since he was so sleepy and it had been since before he was born that I had my eyebrows waxed and I was looking like Bert from Sesame Street, I could squeak in a trip to Ulta to get waxed. Apparently I was wrong.

(^Me, yesterday...)

The second the car stopped he woke up. Started fussing, so I held him as I waited for my turn. Then the second I put him into his carseat so I can get waxed he started screaming. And I mean SCREAMING! Like bright red, catching/holding his breath screaming. Some of the employees came over and asked if they could hold him... I politely declined since I really don't want strangers holding my un-vaccinated baby. He cried the whole ten minutes or so it took to wax my eyebrows... I was briefly embarrased but then quickily got over it because it happens. Anyone who is a mom knows it happens and those who aren't, who might be someday, will learn! But needless to say I briefly became that mom... The one I always told myself I would never be!