One month! No way!

 I can't believe this second kid of ours has already been around for one month. Time flies when you're having...complete and utter chaos. Actually, I feel like we're adjusting pretty well. Scotty is a good baby, and so far he has avoided a traumatic brain injury inflicted by a 30 pound two year old wearing high heels (aka "princess shoes"). If there is another definition of motherly success, I don't know what it is.

Isn't he handsome? Especially the drool.

Oh, we love them!

Scotty has been a smiler since day one. I was so excited to get this picture until I realized that it's blurry and there's a  giant booger in his nose. Oh well. He still looks cute.

Scotty has definitely gotten fatter since this picture was taken on his 4th day of life. 

We spent Mother's Day up in Idaho. We had a lovely, relaxing time, and the weather was great...sometimes that's unusual for Idaho in May.

Mother's Day photo.

Scotty in his fancy church duds.

 Of course Annie got some quality playing time in with her cousin Klara. And she loved the sprinkler/trampoline combination. She managed to have a fabulous time, even though her too small Dora swimsuit was giving her a wedgie.

Why wear one dress when you can wear two?
Pink Dora guitar=instant coolness

Now here's a short story to illustrate the craziness that often accompanies having a newborn in the house. Last night Scotty slept for four hours--from 11:30-3:30. That was awesome, and he's usually a gem of a sleeper at the beginning of the night. But when I laid him back down at 4:00, he started up his grunting routine. It goes a little like this--"Grunt," shuffle, "grunt," kick legs, "grunt"...and so on. He went into grunt mode about every 20 minutes. I tried to pick him up and burp him or get him to poo, but all to no avail. This went on until 7:30 in the morning. In all this time, he only actually cried 2 times. So he didn't need anything that we could give him. Sometimes babies just need to grunt. It's some weird primal instinct.

Anyway...this morning I was explaining to Aaron that in the wee hours of the morning, my brain does not function too well. For instance, why didn't I move Scotty into the living room so his baby grunts stopped disturbing us? The thought didn't even occur to me. I just kept being woken out of a semi-deep sleep at which point my thought process went something like this--"Baby!" comfort, pacifier, lay down. Aaron confessed to me this morning that he did think of moving the baby to the other room. Why didn't he mention this during one of the times I was awake at 4:20 and 4:40 and 5:00 and 5:20? Because he felt too tired to move Scotty himself and too guilty to tell me to move Scotty into the other room. So I agreed with Aaron that I will happily provide the physical capacity if he will provide the mental capacity. This could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.