Thursday, July 26, 2007
...lift his head and lay it in the other direction
...spit up lots of milk
...smile (on accident)(when asleep)
...unravel himself from his blanket burrito
...sleep for five straight hours at night (it's happened a couple times)
...hold our fingers tightly
...enjoy a warm bath
...cry upstairs loud enough for us to hear him downstairs
...cross his eyes
...scratch my back when eating
...handle a walk around the almost four mile loop in his Bjorn
...discern good music from bad -- last night in the car he screamed when a country song came on the radio, so I switched the station to a Prince song and he immediately calmed down. True story.
...sport the blinged out pacifier Aunt Megan made for him. We LOVE it!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
...however, there is still something about him that looks just like Tod.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Later that day, Grandma Karen was rocking Lennon and singing to him. As soon as she started singing, he lifted his head, folded his arms under his chin and listened. We did NOT pose him for this picture! I couldn't get a good face shot, but look at his hands! We thought that was so funny.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Daddy and son -- Tod has a hard time leaving the house now because he always wants one more hug...
Monday, July 9, 2007
Saturday, July 7, 2007
He is here. His name is Lennon. He didn't have a name for his first 24 hours. Then it was suggested and it stuck. Tod wrote it, rewrote it, said it a million times and we both saw Lennon when we looked at him.
My water broke at 4:30 am on Thursday morning. So we headed to the hospital and took this picture. Obviously the contractions had not started to hurt yet...16 hours later Tod told me I'd delivered a baby boy. He weighed 8 lbs. and 5 ounces. HUGE! His hair looked reddish at first but once they washed him off we saw light brown hair with blonde tips. He definitely has his dad's nose so far...
He was extremely quiet the entire first night. I kept waking up because he was too quiet. The nurses told me to enjoy it but unfortunately I was so nervous I didn't. He isn't quiet anymore.
He looks just like Tod. Each day I've noticed more and more how his different faces look like his dad's.
After he was delivered, I felt pretty good. The next day I was okay but sort of felt like I'd been hit by a truck. I think I'm recovering well and we were blessed with a really smooth delivery.
Today we brought him home. It was a little scary to leave the hospital, put him in a car, and just wait for other cars to hit us and hurt him somehow. Then I kept thinking of all the scary things that could happen -- what if we dropped him? What if he stopped breathing? What if his car seat didn't work? Being a parent is already such a huge change.
We are so excited to have him home. Tod is putting him down for his first nap in his new house right now! Thanks for all your phone calls, emails, text messages, etc...we'll keep posting pictures as they come.