Pictures from My Nephew's Birth

Okay well I need to play catch up & post new pics, so I'll do both.  Here are pictures that I promised long ago from my 2nd nephew's birth.  My sister did an awesome job, much better than me because I don't think I could have gone through with the natural thing in a hospital setting.  I wrote a little about the birth details here, and I left off promising pictures.  Jonathan Clint Harrell.  I don't have any recent pics, but you can see some here, and he is getting pretty good looking already!

When No One is Watching

When Isaiah & I got home tonight from his Nana & Papa's house, he was still very sleepy (after taking a nap during the long ride home).  So I put him down in his crib.  I patted his back and rubbed his head and sang to him.  Usually when I do this for awhile, he will relax, I can walk away, and he will go to sleep.  Tonight if I stopped touching him or singing, he wailed.  The tired tormented kind of wails.  I knew he would go to sleep eventually, but I didn't want to leave him.  So while his head was turned the other way, I stopped mommying him and ducked down onto the floor next to his crib.  I listened to his cries as they got lighter.  Then I pulled up a little portion of his bumper and peeked inside.  He was so cute.  He cried a little then sniffled then cried.  Every once in awhile he would open his eyes & then close them again.  What an amazing thing to be able to sneak a glimpse into his world without his knowing...  Everyone is different when no one is watching.  Even babies. 

I Don't Want to Forget

Lately I've been thinking about how different my little boy is now from a month ago.  And two months ago.  And I think of how cute everything he does & every part of him is now & how different he will be in two months.  I'm worried that I will forget about all of these little things I'm in love with now. 

Like this yawn he does after he's done eating.  He throws his hands up in the air, arms touching his ears, fists clenched.  He tucks his feet close to his body & closes his eyes tight & yawns.  It is just ridiculously adorable.  He used to do it all time.  Now he is more selective.  I've been trying to film it, but I can't seem to get him without my boob in the shot.  And I'm afraid I'll forget this amazing thing about him. 

I think it's because I read this story about a lovely blogger in Australia & her adorable little Theo & his 6 month milestone.  I've been following them since before I had Isaiah, and back then, Theo seemed sooo old to me.  But now, even though he's still the same distance in age obviously, 6 months doesn't seem so far away.   And that scares me a bit.

I've also been reading about development & feeling nostalgic (and thankful that some things are over) about  the early days & excited about things coming up.  Like laughing.   And more talking - I can't wait!

So I've decided that I will continue to take a bajillion pictures, and I will try to take even more. 

And also, I will start writing more letters to Isaiah, telling him about how he is developing as time passes.  I've seen other bloggers do this, and sorry, I have to copy them. 

I guess these are the same revelations I had when starting this blog.  The reasons for this blog.  So I would remember day after day that I need to write about my life & now my son's life so he & I would never forget.

Like this time of his life, where he was just starting to get chubby, and he just started liking this chair, & before he started squirming out of it so I didn't have to strap him in.  I don't want to forget these moments.

I can't decide which one is the cutest. 

Shots = Crack

I forgot to mention last time when discussing the doctor visit...  Isaiah is 11 pounds!  That just makes me really happy & proud.  My milk is allowing my baby to grow.  (He was 7.1 when he was born). 

The day he got his first round of shots, he slept a lot.  We thought that was a good sign.  The doctor joked that she wished she could give her girls shots just so they would sleep. 

However, the next day was quite a different picture.  Isaiah didn't sleep at all. 

He would eat & play & get his diaper changed here & there.  He was a happy baby...

Then he would get fussy like he was tired. 

Yes, he's definitely tired.  Don't know if you can tell, but he's got 2 fistfuls of my hair.

All normal. 

Then he would lay down to take a nap, and it would take forever to get him to sleep.  Still moderately normal. 

Then he would go to sleep.  Are those crossed legs not the most adorable thing ever?

But he would only sleep for maybe 2 minutes.  The longest nap was 10 minutes. 

Then he would wake up a completely new baby, like he had been sleeping for hours... 

Ready to conquer the world.

This went on & on & on all day & night until about 3 in the morning.  Then FINALLY, when I was contemplating drinking some coffee to study while staying up all night, he decided to stay asleep. 

That first day of sleeping was nice, but I would never wish for that day knowing what the next day would bring.

Just to Write Something...

It's been almost 2 weeks since I've written a post.  Who knows how long since I've written a post about the present day.  I haven't really been feeling it.  The motivation isn't the problem.  My growing little man is all the motivation in the world.  It's just that time, or the lack of it, has been kicking my ass.  Sorry, couldn't think of any other effective word.  So many things have happened.  I went to work.  Several times.  Isaiah has passed the 2 month mark.  He is going to his second doctor's appointment tomorrow.  He slept through a night.  He's getting chubby.

All this is happening, and writing about it is seeming like an assignment or something to mark off my to do list.  So when I have free time...  Oh wait, I don't have any of that.  When I get my priorities straight & start wanting to record the awesomeness of motherhood, I will begin again. 

Until then...  Photographic highlights of the last month.  More here.

Our first doctor's appointment.  One shot down.  More tomorrow!

He was loving it for a second.

In Arkansas for Marcus's family reunion.

This is how it was the whole trip.  Lots of babysitters!

The sling was a must have for his first church visit!

I didn't mean to make this his 4th of July outfit.

One of the first smiles caught on camera.

In the middle of errand day.  Stopped at Houlihans for lunch.

His first restaurant kitchen experience.

I can't even believe how cute this is.

He loves being a big brother.

He loves his daddy.

Bathtime!!!