We got ourselves...

a 16.4 pounder!! Eli went to the doctor yesterday and he tipped the scale at 16.4 pounds and 27 inches long. That's a 4.4 lb gain and a 4 inch gain in just 2 months. He's getting SO big. We were thinking closer to 18 pounds but guess he just feels heavier. He also got his shots and that did not please him at all. We got him home and I was able to get him smiling and to sleep. With a pillow tucked next to him I went in to talk to Randy when we heard a *crash* and yep...you guessed it the little man had rolled off the bed. I was horrified, he had shifted the pillow and rolled over part of it. Fortunately the little man didn't hurt anything but mommy's heart broke just a little bit. Oh the guilt of it all.

We got him to bed around 10 (ok Randy got him to bed, I was in bed by 9:30 LOL) and he slept til 6am! Then he knocked back out around 8am....played with mamma for an hour or 2 and now he's back out. Thank GOD for baby tylenol. He's so warm and seems achy...I wish I could take it all away. But it seems as though he is a mutant like daddy and heals quick. :o)

On my front the bug bite seems to have decided not to kill me. I bought a draw out salve and it drew out all the *yech* I got my shot yesterday and there will be no new Vegas Winsetts for at least 3 months. I'd love to repeat Eli sooner than later but dangit they still want us to pay for him. They can't take him back or sell him to Gerber for white slavery right? hehe Sooner rather than later....

We promise new pics soon. Eli got a new present from MaMere and it's...well it's too cute to try and describe. We'll post pictures, lets just say all my jokes about his driving don't seem so funny...

Love and Spit Bubbles
Dawn and Eli

A postcard would have been fine..

So since we are skipping the Burn this year when I heard that a few of Randy's friends were heading out to the event held on the 4th of July in the same location by most of the same people I (not so gently) encouraged him to go. After all, for the last 2 years his life has been focused on me and the baby, the man NEEDED a vacation. So after (well...) telling him to go and getting another wife in on the action and getting her to tell her husband to go...We happily packed our husbands off for a weekend of debauchary sans wife and kids. (We decided to have an estrogen fest at her house...fun was had by all, more on that later)

The men were supposed to be gone til Monday but due to an unexpected plumbing problem at camper #3's house they came home Sunday. So we crashed out at our friends house Sunday night and returned to normal business at home Monday. All was well until Wednesday when I was attempting to clean and noticed I sat on something sharp and painful while trying to gather up Randy's camping clothing. I didn't think much of it until the next morning when the benadryl I was taking wore off. My right butt cheek was swollen to Jennifer Lopez proportions, bright red and hot enough to fry an egg on (temp...not looks trust me.) Turns out where the men had camped was infested with flying stinging pests and my love had brought home one of their stingers. Have I mentioned I stop breathing when things bite or sting me? If this little bastard hadn't already gotten Randy (or died trying ) or I hadn't been taking benadryl that night I probably would not be here to blog. I got all the symptoms of anaphalaxsis except the death part. I didn't use my EpiPen but probably should have....

Now a week later the swelling has started to abate and I can almost sit on my butt without screaming. This is why I don't camp....or clean for that matter! lol *bleh*

love and spit bubbles
Dawn and Eli

A natural high..

I always wondered what that was...until today.
I had the little man on the bed with me and he was eating his "post-lunch-pre-dinner snack" and for no apparent reason (at least to mommy) he started to cry. Not knowing *exactly* what to do...he was dry, full and not in any physical pain I could see, I did all I could instinctually. I gathered him into my arms and snuggled him under my blanket (yes mommy has her lovie too) as he calmed down he tucked his little head onto my shoulder and met my eyes. Those little blue eyes where so full of trust and love. He looked at me like "How do you do it? You always seem to know what I want and need." And as I stared at my snuggly infant son he smiled at me and I knew that he KNEW mommy would always be there. Thats what that whole "natural high" thing is. So I got the great joy of cuddling my boy as he fell asleep, listening to him sigh and coo as he got more comfy in my arms, safe and secure knowing his mommy was there. I think I spent his entire nap staring at him, kissing his head and whispering to him that he was right in believeing....right in knowing that his mommy would always love him, always cuddle him and ALWAYS be there. How as a woman, as a wife, as a human did I get so darn lucky?

Love and spit bubbles
Dawn and Eli

Life lessons from a shortish baldish man with big ears...

No not Ross Perot...my kiddo. Today in a rush after my shower I skipped his normal 20-30 minute wake up routine of cuddles, tickles, kisses and songs. I picked him up, stripped him of his diaper jumped in the tub with him, washed his stinky butt, jumped out, dried, lotioned and dressed him. It was my "introduction to grown-up's 101" if you will. He was NOT impressed. He looked at me like I was an alien. Then I realized that perhaps that is why we as grown-ups are so darn grumpy. If we had someone to gently snuggle us awake, sing us silly songs, tell us they loved us, kiss our tummies, and lull us gently into our day PERHAPS we wouldn't want to kill the 1st (or 2nd-100th) person we see in the morning. Perhaps Starbucks would fall into ruin! Dear Gods....perhaps people would SMILE!!!! EEK! Anything but that.....

Realizing my error, and that I had the potential for a grumpy/teething baby I quickly resumed snuggle-cuddle-sing-feed-play-kiss-love time and I am happy to say, the Eli is happy. And when Eli is happy, even a grumpy mommy is happy. Isn't it great when you learn from someone who is only 116 days old and has only recently discovered he has feet?!?!

Love you all and happy 4th
Dawn and Eli