Blush here, blush there, I just blush everywhere.

Yesterday I decided that I would take Bridger to church so Jeremy wouldn't have to go by himself again. I was only a TINY (ha ha) bit paranoid about it being RSV season and since our ward has the biggest primary in the entire church I decided I would wait until after conference when that yucky season is supposed to end, but nope, I changed my mind, I needed to get out of the house. So, I put Bridger in his adorable little Easter outfit (I couldn't wait until Easter for him to wear it) and we headed off to church.

He slept for the first two hours! I was so surprised, really. He doesn't usually sleep like that at home. Anyway, I headed off to relief society but he woke up right when I got there so then I went searching for the mother's lounge (it's like a party room for mom's at my ward). I had already missed half of the meeting because Bridger likes to snack...then sleep...then snack...then sleep....when he finally finished I headed back in and not TWO minutes after I sat down he totally filled his pants and wasn't quiet about it either, he likes to just get it done and be loud about it. And thanks to my darn blushing and my cute (smelly) little baby everyone was looking at us and laughing. awesome. So, after things settled down and I was sure he was done (sometimes he saves some for later, I think he just likes to get his diaper off) I went back to the mother's lounge and changed him. I then headed back to relief society for the third time that day, found my seat and right as I was sitting down guess what happens. He lets out this gigantic BURP! Oh. my. heavens. *everyone laughs again* So I thought there probably wasn't another sound that he could make within the last ten minutes that we were in the meeting, but sure enough, there was. Ten minutes after the huge belch guess what. He sneezes, not just once, FOUR times. Yes, four. He's just like his daddy who doesn't sneeze less than three times when he sneezes (I guess it's hereditary?) *everyone looks again and smiles/chuckles* Ok. At this point I thought I was going to get kicked out of relief society because my little baby was distracting all the ladies. You might think that that was the end of the sounds right? guess again. A couple minutes later he sneezed two more times. Then it was the closing prayer. By the end of the meeting I was just laughing to myself, he is so darn cute and I just looovvvee baby sounds, even pooping sounds. Maybe he likes to make sound effects like Jeremy, I don't know, but I do know that he makes church a lot of fun. :)

Here's a picture of my cute boy in his Easter outfit...

And here's a picture of all of us after church...

Handsome boys. :)

Can I get a makeover...or two?

I had always heard about how after ladies have babies they need a haircut, new makeup, new clothes and a tan among other things but I didn't really think about it that much...now I know it's true. It's definitely true. I feel so NOT sexy lately. I wake up when Bridger wakes up and feed him right away...then he needs a really bad diaper change so I get out of bed, give him a bath, put nice, cute, clean little baby outfits on him and start homework...but wait. What about MY clean clothes and cute hair? nope. Sometimes I can hardly get a shower in and if I do, usually my hair air drys (which is really cute and extra frizzy) and goes straight into a messy ponytail. I'm sure Jeremy just feels really great when he walks in the door after work and sees Fruity Pebbles spilled all over the table (because I have to pour one handed since Bridger HAS to sit in one hand, the cereal get's kinda out of control) dirty diapers everywhere and a wife stuck to the couch holding her baby with her pj's still on trying to finish her homework. So to solve this problem I went shopping and bought a few fantastic new shirts that are great for nursing and got a haircut. :) A cute shirt and a pair of jeans that really make you look good can make all the difference sometimes (even if I only get to wear them to wal mart). Anyway, my hair really looks no different so I'm kinda dissapointed with it although it probably doesn't look as crazy, and I still end up wearing pj's most of the day. What does a mom do to feel sexy again??!! I need a nice long vacation to the beach, a great fitness program to get back my rock hard abs (ok, almost rock hard abs ;) ha) and great hair that doesn't take TIME to do. Ha ha ha ha ha....ha in my dreams, right? If I figure anything out I will let you know, in the mean time, I will continue my search for how to achieve sexy motherhood.  

Shots. :'(

I'm just having a small meltdown because Bridger turned nine weeks old today and is much much bigger than he was in this picture...he's so cute and tiny. :)

Don't get me wrong he's still cute and tiny...but I can only imagine how I will react when my baby is leaving on his mission...!

Bridger had his two month appointment yesterday and he was so brave! (more brave than me). He had to get THREE shots and an oral vaccine. I had been dreading that appointment for like three weeks, literally. All day long my heart was beating double time and I kept telling him "we have to go to the doctor today and you are going to get some shots, it's going to hurt a little bit, but mommy is going to hold you and it's going to be okay." He was sooo good. :) He weighed in at 12 pounds 14 ounces and is 23 inches long, after the doctor left, the nurse came in and asked Jeremy to lay him on the table as she got her little tray of shots ready. She saw that I was ready to breastfeed with my cover over me and commented that "it looks like you are ready to nurse him after this." It took me a second to realize that she said "after.." and that my baby was laying on the table. um. I don't think so. So I was like "Actually I would like to nurse him while he gets his shots, I think he will do better being close to me." She told me that she needed him to be really still and that I could sit next to him...but that wasn't good enough for me so I told her again, "I really just want to nurse him, so Jeremy can hold his legs really still ok?" I was NOT going to let my little baby lay on that cold, crinkly paper having his legs held down without any comfort, so I kept telling her how I wanted it, and I finally got my way. It was so sad. He started to nurse then she started the shots and he just cried and cried. I was like clutching his little diaper because I was so sad, and I felt like a big meanie. I watched the shots and I shouldn't have because it just made it that much worse...his cute little baby thighs. :'( I just held him close and tried to talk to him to help him feel better. After she was done he cried a few more seconds then started to nurse again, I'm so so glad I was able to hold him because I think it helped him, even though he didn't nurse through the shots, his nursing spot is like his comfort place. I almost cried, but held it together, all I can say is that I'm glad Jeremy was there with me! :) I love him and he keeps me down to earth when I start to worry too much. 

I really need to stop fretting about things so much. :p

TWO MONTHS! AH!

Ok everyone, my baby is two months old! Oh my heck. Where did the time go? I can't think about it too hard or else I want to cry a little. It's all a blur of nursing, fussing, smiles, and middle of the night diaper changes...oh yeah...and school. :p

I've decided on a plan to track Bridgers growth, I'm pretty happy about it. I bought different colors of fabric for him to lay on for his pictures every month, then I'm going to take that fabric after twelve months and make it into a quilt to celebrate his first year. :) Hopefully this little plan works and his quilt turns out cute. Anyway, here are his one month and two month pictures...

Look at that big adorable grin. :)

Last night we went over to my friend Joslyn's house for dinner, it was amazing...she's such a great cook. But I just have to write about how the day went before dinner. Jeremy woke up and felt gross so he called in sick to work, he had a sore throat, so I thought we could just relax at home. nope. Being my reasonable self (ha) I decided I wanted to make a homemade peach pie to bring for dessert that night, but I didn't have lard, I only had crisco so I tried it anyway. Let's just say it didn't turn out all that great, and my kitchen was a complete disaster, and to polish it off, Bridger didn't want to sleep AT ALL. So I was mad and threw that crust away. I was so upset and we were gettin down to the wire (this was at 2 and dinner was at 7:30), so Jeremy said he would run to the store to get lard so I could make it right to try and make me happy. I tried to clean up the kitchen to get ready for the next pie, but the only recipe I had for pie crust was for a batch of 20 crusts! and guess what. Me being my reasonable self (not) again decided we could do it. So Jeremy get's back with three pounds of lard and I add the five pounds of flour and we start on our crusts. I couldn't even knead it all together because there was so so much, Jeremy had to do it and it took him an hour! Holy moly. I was starting to freak out because we had only an hour until we were supposed to be at dinner and I didn't even have the pie in the oven, Jeremy was covered in flour from his knees to his face, I had crazy air-dryed shower hair (I looked way cute), and neither of us were dressed for dinner. And then guess what, Bridger started the "crazy cry." We call it that because it's super loud and he won't stop until he's ready, so as I finished putting the pie together, Jeremy took him upstairs to our bathroom and turned the hairdryer on...Bridger passed out almost immediately. As I was putting the pie in the oven, I realized that I didn't have tinfoil to cover the crust and then I was even more frustrated! There was nothing I could do about it so I went and got ready. We were like twenty minutes late to dinner but it was a blast and a very nice stress reliever...plus, my pie turned out delicious even though the crust was a little on the dark side. :) I should've taken a picture of it but all that's left now is a dirty pie pan. :) If anyone wants the recipe for pie crusts let me know, I got this from my mom and it's impossible to handle the dough too much, seriously, so it doesn't get tough or fall apart. It's because it's made with lard instead of crisco, plus, you can freeze it for later (that's why I had a recipe for 20 crusts btw, I'm not just crazy).   

p.s. lard is such a gross word. I can't believe it makes such awesome pie crusts.