Update on Tiny & Uncle Jake's Birthday- First bowling experience

The results at the end of game 2--X and Tiny's score of 100- not too shabby

Xavier really got the hang of it after awhile"Okay mom, I'm ready"

The result of Tiny's ball- yes there are only five left

Waiting for mom to give him the ball

Tiny sitting on a bowling ball

For all those who are interested-- I took Tiny to the pediatrician for his four months shots--he now weighs 11.9 pounds! He is doing great- a great relief to all the family!

On Mar. 24th was Uncle Jake's birthday, so we all got together the following Saturday and went bowling and to lunch after... I can't tell you how fun it was to take the little ones bowling with us...Tiny and Xman did great--in the end the result was pretty good... they are only four and eight months old...

Here are some pictures...

Mommy's photo shoot

love my little guy in hoodies
Is that a sweet face or what?

love "Mommy's little guy"

Tiny is doing much better now, yay! Can't say much for the rest of the family, the only one who isn't sick is Uncle Bigdog(aka Jake). During the last week I played more with my camera, I'm sure if Tiny could talk he'd say, "not again mama". He's just changed so much that I can't help getting out the camera.

Valentine's day is never my favorite holiday, but this year I have alot to love!

When does it stop?

It's amazing how fine can go to crappy in a matter of weeks/ days... We were all set to bless this little man this coming Sunday the 6th, but in the time it took us to send out the invites both Tiny mite and Corby have gotten sick. I noticed last Sunday the 30th that it was hard for tiny to breathe and that I was sucking out his nose frequently. I turned to Corby and said that his fear had come true he had given his cold to Tiny. The next morning I took his temperature and it read 99.2, so I gave him some baby Tylenol and checked it again an hour later, the thermometer read 100.2!
I called the doctor and asked if I ought to bring him in and they immediately made us an appointment. Grandpa Mike came to take us to the doctor(since mama can't drive after having some grandmal seizures) and found out that his labored breathing and snotty nose was diagnosed as bronchitis, otherwise known as RSV. He's at home and not in the hospital because his oxygen level is good. If it drops than we'll most likely wind up there. This poor boy has been through so much since his birth. Hopefully giving Tiny time to recoup as well as Daddy means that by next month at 4 months old we will get to bless our sweet boy!
Luckily I get to stay home another month to take care of my boys!

Update on our crazy life

Here are a few new pictures for your enjoyment...

Couldn't resist capturing this moment

"baby's first christmas" outfit grandma Char bought

random naptime in his new crib

Picture that should've gotten put in the previous entry

On the 10th, Tiny turned 2 months old... and now weighs a whopping 8 lbs 4 ounces. That may sound small to much of the world but the family and I are thrilled that he's gaining and not loosing weight. The holidays were mellow, but I really didn't mind. Who else thinks that the holidays are always a time to run,run,run from one party to the next? It makes it hard I think to even enjoy them sometimes.

What a month!

(the first two in his diaper are moments after bringing him home from Primary's, the blue bandage was where they inserted the IV and the circular disks are from where the heart monitor was connected, it was a hard getting those off. the third is tiny laying on the tissue paper I was using to wrap gifts with, so sorry if you were the recipient of the smashed tissue.) Stay tuned for more.

If you've followed the last few blogs, you'll know that my little boy has gone through alot! For the past few weeks since taking him to Primary's he has not gotten any better and to top it all off we've made weekly visits to his pediatrician. I like her I do, but seeing her on a weekly basis is more than I'd like.

In the weeks that have followed his hospital stay he's lost weight and we were told that our traditions of going to family parties and even celebrating christmas with family were put on hold, what a different christmas this was for me.

Here are a few pictures of what the weeks leading up to the end of the month looked like...

Scary Experience

For the past week or so Tiny has been throwing up and having yucky diapers, I took him to see his pediatrician on Friday(12-10), he's one month old now! She sent us to have an xray of his abdomen, trust me it was tramatic for the both of us. Then when the x ray came back she sent us to the primary children's outpatient building in the riverton hospital campus to have an ultrasound done, she thought he had plorus stenosous, where the muscle connecting the small intestine to the stomach is too thick, causing nothing to get through, which would account for all the throwing up- the ultrasound found no indication of that, sigh of relief!
We then trecked back to the doctor's office and she wrote him a script for prevacid to reduce the acid reflux caused from the throwing up. Uncle Jake and I took Tiny home, where daddy was waiting.
Then we went over to my mom's so she could help me while daddy went to his mom's... after he had thrown up the pedialyte and the small amount of formula we had given him my mom suggested I call the doctor. The on call doc told us to go to Primary Children's ER. We made our way there where they pumped him full of IV fluids and admitted him. Watching them insert the IV line and taking what seemed like an overly excessive amounts of blood for a month old baby I wanted to take his place he cried so hard... I suppose I would too if they stuck big needles in such small veins.
Finally at 3 in the morning we went to the room where he would be staying the night and my mom and dad left. What a long day it was, I hope he doesn't have to go back.

What I wasn't doing

On December 2nd my mom called and asked, "So how are ya feeling?" I replied "tired but otherwise fine, why?" She then said, " Today is your original due date so I thought I'd call and see how you were feeling." I laughed and replied, "Well it sure beats the 17 hours I was in labor three weeks ago. No instead tiny mite and I are sitting in a chair watching a dvd, it's quiet for the moment."
What silly things grandmas think to say, it was the most humorous thing that had happened all week. I love being a mom and getting this time with my son, but somedays I wish it didn't seem so overwhelming!