I am alive.  My kids are alive, too.  All three of them.  I'd call that success for week one.  Nevermind that my mom was here the whole time, and Erik has only been back to work for 2 days, and we've had dinner brought in two nights in a row.  I'm still counting it as score ONE for Al-dawg.

I can't decide who Emmett looks like.  When he was first born, all I saw was Owen.  But then I'll look at him and see nothing but Sam.  So I guess for now we'll just say he's a good little mix. 

Emmett is a sleeeeepy baby.  I have to wake him up regularly to feed him.  I have to poke, tickle, and pinch him to keep him awake while he eats. He will sleep in the swing, in his carseat, or in his bed.  He has had a few very awake periods, usually once or twice during the day.  Then he has a fussy period at night, anywhere between 10 and 2.  He pretty much wakes up every 3 hours at night to eat.  But really, right now there is no schedule and it's pretty much unpredictable.  But a sleepy baby is an easy baby, and makes the transition to being a mom of three kids fairly painless.  So far, anyway.

Life IS still very different around here, especially now that Erik is back to work and we are in between Grandma visits.  Samuel and Owen are used to doing something every day.  Sam has asked me so many times, "So what's today?  A pool day?  A park day?  A friend day?  A field trip day?"  Uhhh . . . how about a stay at home and watch TV and then a movie and then more TV day?  I have been so thankful for friends willing to borrow Sam for a bit, and also for a big backyard to toss the boys into when they need something new to do.  But I do feel pretty guilty about how boring our life has become.  My poor neglected bored unstimulated kids. Oh, and let's not forget over-tired.  Very very over-tired.  Their naps and night times have gone all wonky, too.  Sigh.  I'm sure we'll figure it out eventually.  There's always week two . . . or three . . . or . . . you know.

No one would have made it out alive this past week without Mormor.  She did way more than just hold my cute baby.  That just happens to be one of the perks of being a grandma.

Sleepy sleepy.

I love how interested both of the boys are in Emmett.

Owen has gotten a lot more Daddy time than he's maybe used to, but when Mom isn't an option, Dad isn't so bad.

"Om nom nom."

First bath at home.  No pics of the actual bath.  It was very fast.  He pooped.

"Yeah, I'm the easy one."

September 4, 2010

Erik got some tickets to a Real Salt Lake MLS Soccer game for the second time.  The first time, just the two of us went with another couple.  We got to sit in a box, have unlimited hot dogs, popcorn, soda, and dessert, and enjoy the good company and a view.  This time, with “regular” tickets, we figured it would be fun to bring Samuel.  He was very excited about the idea of a night out with just Mom and Dad while Owen stayed home with the babysitter.  We did make Samuel take a nap before we left since we knew it would be a late night.  When we woke him up to leave, Sam was grumpy and whined he didn’t want to go to a soccer game.  He got over that fast.  So we drove up to Sandy, waited for the bus, and then rode over to the stadium.  It was a really fun night with hot dogs, nachos, snow cones, and even a special ball just for Sam.  Samuel enjoyed turning around and watching the big screen.  He also thought it was cool to see the lion mascot do handspring flips and throw the ball.  Of course, Sam was a little nervous about the noise and covered his ears half the time, but he still really got into the cheering and waving and clapping. 

On the drive home, Samuel clutched his new soccer ball on his lap and talked the whole way back.  I think it was a good night.

Two weekends ago, my mom was in town and staying at my uncle’s ranch up the mountain from Heber City so she invited us up for a day.  The wind and (almost) rain made us a little nervous at first, but it didn’t stop anyone from having a super fun day.  The ranch is huge, and includes lots of gorgeous land to explore, a playground, a teepee, a pond with canoes, 2 huge barns, a few cowboy huts, 4 generations of an Australian cattle dog family, horses and deer, chickens and turkeys, a goat, a peacock, and endless amounts of dirt and rocks.  Could this be heaven for two little boys?!  You bet!  Especially when Mormor has a giant playground ball, a huge bottle of bubbles, a t-ball set, and a delicious dinner of bbq ribs, fresh corn on the cob, and yummy caesar salad.  We totally thought the boys would crash on the way home, but getting stuck in a parade, winding through the canyon, counting waterfalls, and blowing raspberries back and forth until they couldn’t control their laughter kept them awake the whole time.  Such a great day for all of us.

Dirt and rocks.

“What are you looking at, Mom?  I’m just climbing big dangerous rocks!”

Mister Pemberley likes to walk around with his chin tucked, belly poking out, and hands grasped behind his back. 

Shuckin’ carn.

“Ships ahoy!  Ay ay Captain Dad!!”

Surprisingly, it wasn’t Samuel, either.  So I’ll give you one guess who put this outfit together.  And if you guess Owen, you’re wrong.

Remember this from 2 years ago?

Erik still has it.  His magical sleepy touch.  And I still don’t know how he does it.

It’s been a long 4 days without 2 of my favorites around.  They’ll be home in about 2 hours.  Can’t wait.  This house is just not the same without them.

{Watching Wipeoutafter an evening in the backyard.  Goodnight and big balls.}

Sam’s a tooter.  Last night I told Erik how Sam was whining and whining at me while I changed his diaper, then with his legs up in the air Sam let one loose, and laughed so hysterically, “Heh heh heh, I tooted.”  This morning Samuel totally let one rip and without missing a beat laughed again, “Sound like Daddy!”

This afternoon Samuel wanted a peek at the baby.  He lifted up my shirt and started his regular investigating routine: a little pat, a kiss, a good listen, a “Hi Baby,” a finger in my belly button . . . Then he looked at me and said, “Let’s pop it!”  Oh I wish, my darling, how I wish.

They go a little something like this.

And Sunday afternoons are for blogging . . . at least THIS one was.  Lots of posts to follow.

They make my heart sing.  {And apparently they also make me do my really ugly cackle laugh.  It’s truly horrendous.  Sorry.}

I absolutely adore my 2 boys.  I cannot even tell you how excited I am to add another goobster to the mix.  I’m going to have the coolest little family ever.  Makes me so happy.