My first baby was a tiny little thing. Until my son was born, I didn't realize I could have fat little dudes. But here we are.
At his two month mark, he was weighing in at the same numbers as his six month old cousin. Love you, Chunky.
In my church, we don't baptize our babies. (We believe that they've got a first class ticket to heaven if they pass away so young, so baptism is held off until they're around 8.) We do, however, give them a special blessing that declares their name and some other cool things. I love baby blessings.
HIS CHUBBY CHEEKS THO
Love notes between Taylor and I
Is it an ugly snowman? Or is it an adorably fat robot? YOU DECIDE!
The first day I felt like a normal human baby delivery. I took a picture.
Aw yis look at my fine showered self and not my messy room
Taylor always gets the best bedhead
I work part time away from home. I have this bad habit of spending all my energy whenever I have even an ounce to spare. Because of that, I chose to go back to work too early and have since been slowly recovering from the tiredness and stress working with a tiny newborn at home. I'll remember this the next time around. No pic for that. Just remembering.
Family date. We look so young and it was only a month ago.
Taylor's work had a Christmas party at The Leonardo in SLC. The party was fine (although you could tell who the Mormons were. They were the only table that was drinking root beer when everyone was sipping wine.) but we were most excited about the flight equipment. Dear 2016. You asked for Jet Packs. I give you the Williams Rocket Belt, circa 1960.
It's a legitimate jetpack that runs about 20 minutes in the air. Taylor and I had a riveting discussion about what it'd be like if jetpacks were regular consumer items. By "riveting" I mean avidly debating air traffic control and routes on our drive home like we have any idea what that would actually be like.
A rare day for all my sisters and parents to be in the same room. I don't remember why there were here but I'm glad I got a picture of it.
My phone reached it's annual appointment of breaking again.. Then Arrow chucked it twice on hardwood floor. In an attempt to get it away from destructive hands, I took it away. Naturally, it slipped from my hands and returned to die on the hard floor. The irony did not escape me.
This is how we tracked my med intake & baby bowel movements.
This master criminal got into my makeup
My sister Kaye LOADED us up with Peanut Butter Chocolate glory.
Hanging with my pops and my sister. Why are they so pretty?
Now she bums around at home doing this
My mom and sister came to my rescue, just moments after Kylee's car crash
Finally this indecipherable sweatshirt.