Dean's Two Months

Getting to two months means there's another doctors appointment.

The more I meet with the doctor the more I love him.

It's nice chatting about Dean's progress and hearing how good he's doing.

And I enjoy finding out about what's to come.

I've forgotten so much since going through this with Scott.

The best part about the appointment is getting his stats.

Dean

weight..........12.12lbs..........60%

height..........23.3"..........60%

head..........15.8"..........75%

Scott

weight..........12.88lbs..........73%

height..........23.75"..........75%

head..........16.5"..........90%

Dean was quite a bit bigger then Scott was at two weeks but Scott grew a ton at this stage.

He was such a chunk.

Dean, also a chunk, is slowing down.

But Dean is looking more and more like Scott.

They have their differences for sure but I think that they are more similar in appearance then different now.

Dean is hitting his mile stones which is always nice to confirm.

He still loves to sleep during the day and is sleeping longer and longer at night.

I don't think it'll be long till he's sleeping through the night which I'm so excited about.

He wakes up more during the day.

We love to stare at each other and talk. 

The more I talk to him the more he talks to me and smiles at me.

Those are becoming my favorite things to see and hear.

He loves laying on his back but not as much on his tummy.

Dean is such a mamma's boy and I love it.

He doesn't seem to respond to Mark the same way Scott did though.

Mark always had the magic touch with Scott now it's my turn.

Dean's favorite place to be is laying vertical with his head resting on my chest.

I try to spend at least one of his naps a day with him in my arms, I just love holding him.

Scott is still loving being a big brother but I think he's getting bugged that someone else's needs are being placed before his.

I think he misses having mommy all to himself too.

Luckily he, like Mark and I, still love Dean despite the changes and wouldn't trade him for anything.

Blessed

Look at these two boys of mine.

I can't help but think how blessed I am.

They make me smile everyday.

They make me laugh everyday.

I look at my life and all the stupid things I've ever done come to mind.

I see them and I don't care.

Who cares about past mistakes when I have these two perfect boys.

I can't believe that I made them.

I can't believe that God gave them to me.

I just pray that I can do right by them.

CPA

Mark is finally and officially a CPA!

He started his exams in May last year.

He had to retake the second test once but the other three he past the first time.

The third test he did right before I had the baby and the last one he took February 28th.

He has been studying a lot for these last two.

We are so proud of him.

I kinda felt helpless.

I really wanted to do something for him but I was so busy with the baby and Scott that I didn't even make him meals.

But I had made a few freezer meals before I had the baby and we got A LOT of meals from friends and family.

We were both very taken care of .

Now that Mark is done the thing that we are most looking forward to is being lazy together again.

Sitting around and doing nothing but hanging out with Scott and holding Dean.

I guess another result to be happy about is the promotion that he'll get at work.

That'll be kinda nice.

Way to go babe.

All your hard work has paid off.

I am hoping the days of difficult tests are over.

Memories

I am doing a lot of siting around lately while feeding baby brother.

I've played every assortment of sudoku on my phone.

I've read a few books.

Heck, I even got to update this blog.

I've also done a lot of thinking.

Memories are my most favorite thoughts and sometimes my most depressing thoughts.

I think about how hard Scott was at nursing; that was a lot of sitting around!

I think about how Mark and I used to spend the first two years of our marriage in our bed.

Before you get the wrong idea we just sat around and watched movies on Netflix on our computer.

I was nursing Scott so much there was just no point in moving.

I think about how depressed I was when I realized that I wasn't my own person anymore.
I had a hard time swallowing that someone relied on me completely and that I had to put their needs above my own.
I went through some post pardon depression after Scott.
He was a good baby but I wasn't prepared for how drastic life would change.
I think about how Scott grew.
He never stopped growing.
He was an average size for an infant but he quickly passed the majority of other babies in size, especially in the head.
I think about how Mark loved becoming a father.
How he dotted on Scott.
I remember multiple times having a hard time getting Scott to fall back to sleep and being at my wits end.
But there was Mark, ever patient and calm Mark.
He would take Scott and calm him down and within seconds he was fast asleep again.
I remember how adorable Scott was as a baby.
My mom would say how she used to take her babies to the park and feel sorry for the other moms who's babies weren't as cute as hers.
I remember feeling the same way, how I thought Scott was the picture perfect image of how a baby should look.
I remember stressing out about going out to stores and all the preparation it would take.
I would have to feed Scotty, then as quickly as I could get showered and dressing and ready and get Scott bathed and halfway ready then feed him again, then as quickly as I could get him dressed and go to the store for groceries.
He would often be crying the whole way home because I made him go past his normal feeding time.
Someone told me that I could just feed him while I was out so I wouldn't have to rush so much but that kid took and hour and half to feed and I wasn't about to spend that much time sitting in a public bathroom or in the car.
He eventually went faster and by the time I stopped breast feeding him (about 7 months) he only took about 20 minutes.
I remember how I loved kissing those chubby cheeks.
How I could be so incredibly tired but my lips would just ache to kiss those cheeks again.
It's amazing isn't it?!
That babies are so much work.
They test our limits in so many ways and try our patience to the point of breaking and yet...
...and yet they bring so much joy.
So much love grows from that hard work and patience.
That's why we wanted another.
That's why we had our baby Dean.
Scott may have been hard (all babies are) but he was worth it.
Dean, you bring with you a few challenges, but you need to know that more then that you bring so much joy.
We love you so much and I'm so excited to gain so many more memories with you in them.

Dean's One Month

I look back and I wish that I had taken more pictures of Scott.

I wish I had kept track of his month by month growth.

So I when I saw this idea on pinterest I decided I would do it for my next.

So here is the first of the 12 month montage of Dean's first year. 

Friends that Last

I am blessed.

I didn't used to think I was.

I had a hard time finding friends that I felt close to.

But when I went to Snow College my prayers were answered.

I got Jill and Brandi as room mates and as best friends.

Just the thought of these girls makes me happy.

Makes me feel young again.

Well Brandi came to town so we got together for lunch and a day on the farm.

Brandi has two kids that are completely adorable and who Scott instantly became friends with.

Which was good because it meant that while they ran around and played with one another the three of us could chat and laugh like no time had past.

Gosh, I love these girls.

They remind me, without even knowing it, that God hears prayers and gives us what we need.

We can't let it be so long before we get together.

Dean's 2 Weeks old

If you can't tell this boy does a lot of sleeping.

In fact all he seems to do is sleep and eat and poop, sometimes all at the same time.

It's amazing having this boy in our home.

I love snuggling him.

I love holding him while he sleeps.

I love watching him and wondering what he's dreaming about.

Mark thinks it's creepy when I watch him sleep but as him mother I don't think there's anything creepy about it.

Love my Bubba Dean.

Here's his stats from his appointment.

Weight..........8.8lbs..........69%

Height..........21.9"..........98%

Head..........14.25"..........72%

I can't help but compare his stats with Scott's from the same age so to make things easier on me I thought I'd post them here too instead of trying to find them in the past posts.

Weight..........7.6lbs..........22%

Height..........21"..........76%

Head..........14"..........50%

Dean is looking to be bigger then Scott.

But Scott was still thin and long at this stage.

He certainly bulked up from this point on.

It'll be interesting to see how Dean develops and grows.