Caught

Because Crystal had such a great idea for a blog...I had to copy it!

Guess who I caught on camera?

Hint #1 This person likes babies.

(Pretty cute pic, huh? I confess, I knew about these picture.)

Hint #2 This person takes pride in their artwork.

(Music notes people...where are your minds?!)

Hint #3 This person likes to take pictures of random household knick-knacks.

(If only this person got along with their siblings this nicely...)

Hint #4 This person enjoys school and school related paraphernalia.

Hint #5 For those that need a hint number 5, this person wears glasses. That narrows it down, right? (Don't worry the picture will help.)

Compare for yourself

I guess I should have figured that with cheeks like these at 34 weeks...


...that Kaysen would look like this come arrival. Notice any similarities?

Kaysen

Kaysen has been smiling a lot over the past few days. I thought I would share the happiness. Consider it Thoughtful Thursday.

Smiley Face

Serious Face

I lost 3 pounds instantly...and so can you...

if you step on my bathroom scale...which according to my child's doctor's office runs three pounds heavier than normal. Don't ask me how an electric scale can be off my three pounds. I don't question it. It just means I am three pounds lighter than I thought I was! How is that for weight loss?!

So step right up, step right up, and loss three pounds instantaneously. Bring a pair of pants a size smaller than what you come in, don't want those pants sagging.

Oh, and for the record, since this post was going to be about my gargantuan son, here are the one month stats:

Weight: 11 lbs 10 oz. (90th to 95th percentile)
Height: 23.5 inches (above the 95th percentile)

Here are Owen's two year stats:

Weight: 24 lbs (5th to 10th percentile)
Height: 32.8 inches (5th to 10th percentile)

These stats don't worry me...at least he in on the charts...which is right were we want him to be given he has 3 more months to be adjusted to two years. Once they hit two years they don't adjust anymore, although my doctor never did. He just said he had to be caught up by two (being caught up being a good sign).

No worries...Owen will have a playmate his size in a few months (if he keeps growing at this rate!)

Owen goes in for his eye appointment next month and we will see if the prematurity will necessitate glass right now. I know he will end up with them...they all do...but unless it is severe enough to warrant them, they usually wait until 3-4 years. One can hope...either way...he will look cute with glasses!

I love Target

Although...my kids are awfully darn cute, so any photo center would be lucky to photograph them.

It's Quiet

Okay, not really, but it is quieter.

Shaunton went into work later today so that he could go with me to take the kids to their first day of school. I felt bad because we promised them plenty of playground time and then on the way to school I remembered that I forgot the camera...and we had to turn around. I have to have pictures!

So, tomorrow.

The kids were really excited. I am a little worried about Ember, but I just kissed her and said goodbye at the door. Trying not to make a big deal out of the fact that my baby girl is in kindergarten and I won't see her all day. I am sure she will be fine. I tried to talk her out of going to school. I told her she could stay home with me all day and I would teach her...she didn't fall for it.

Hard Questions

As we were traveling to a family gathering the other night, we decided to do our scripture study in the van on the way. Usually we do it during dinner, which is when I have the most attention and content children shoveling food in their mouths. I know, not the most ideal, but at least we do it, right?

Anyway, back to the story.

Our lesson that night was on what people view as important. You know, money, houses, careers, things of that nature. We then talked about what was really important (scriptures, etc.).

I asked Ember and Jaxen if we could take our house and our money and things like that with us when we die. "No, we can't" (smart kids). I explained that what we could take with us was what we learn and study.

After the lesson Jaxen asks from the backseat, "Mom, if we can't take our house with us, will we have a house when we get there?"

I know the answer to this one..."Of course, Heavenly Father has prepared a mansion for us." I feel quite proud of myself.

"Mom, will we have beds in our house?"

Okay, wasn't expecting that question..."I think so..."

Which got me thinking...do we sleep? eat? swim? play?

So, what do you think?

Turning Two

Two years ago today I was sitting in a hospital bed preparing to go home on bed rest. Little did I know that is a few hours time, I would start bleeding heavily once again (not that it ever stopped, but it had lessened) and our son would be born via emergency c-section at 6:25 PM. Owen came into this world quietly, but with his eyes wide open. He had a head full of hair and was so tiny. Tipping the scales at 2 pounds .3 oz.

Owen holding mom's finger

It is hard to believe that my little boy was ever that small or was even in such a precarious position in life. I look at him now and would be none the wiser that he was a preemie. He is strong, healthy, loud, clumsy and so darn cute.

Owen in the kangaroo hold with mom

Owen and his gear

He likes to pinch his sister and brothers, pull his sister's hair, and yell at the top of his lungs. He likes to play outside, stack knock down blocks, use cell phones, and ipods, and get into whatever he can reach. He loves balls, and any toy that any other child is playing with at the moment. Pretty much your typical two year old.

He loves to love on his little brother. He gives kisses and tries his best not to pinch, scratch or poke eyes, but "accidents" happen. He loves to hold the baby and gets upset if he doesn't get to hold him long enough.Owen and Kaysen

He does not love to love on his sister or big brother. Probably because they stopped giving him lots of love and attention when he outgrew the baby stage and started getting into their stuff. It sucks being the smallest. No one wants to play with you...and then they get mad when they do want to play with you and you don't want to play with them because you are so used to them picking on you or leaving you out that this has to be a trick, them wanting to play with you, so you scream at them to leave you alone. Try saying that in one breath.

Owen with his Harry Potter scratch courtesy of Jaxen and a lightsaber accident.

Happy Birthday Owen!!!