Happy Easter

Yes, I am very behind. I am well aware that Easter was about 4 days ago. But Easter came early this year, and there has been a lot going on here so I'm just now getting around to sending you our best, so deal with it.

I would really like to be creative. I have been trying for a really long time. Most of the time whatever I am attempting to do fails miserably. This little bunny cake I do consider a moderate success. There are a few things I would do different though if I choose to ever make it again. Layla and Olivia really liked it anyway.

And now for my greatest creation yet - Unfortunately taking pictures is not my forte either, and this one is a bit blurred like the ones I took the day of Will's blessing. My camera and I don't always get along. Sometimes it takes great pictures and other times are like this. Usually when I don't have much time to fool with it, like Sunday mornings, I get blurry pictures. So frustrating. I'm trying to figure out how it functions (after almost 3 years). Anyway the camera and I are at odds right now. But we will work it out. My camera doesn't hold grudges.

Anyway, Happy Easter!

Weight check

No, not my weight check (although that might be a good idea), Will's...

Will went in for his weight check yesterday. Guess what. No change. He weighed 12lbs 6oz. Again. I was a bit distraught by this. Seeing as how I had fed him every time he even acted like he might be hungry. He was putting on weight too. His cheeks were bigger and his clothes were fitting snugger. But he is just now getting over an upset stomach. That started on Easter. So, now we have to return next Wednesday to find out more.

It's not all that surprising seeing how he only was able to drink pedialyte for about 24 hours and most of the time he hardly could tolerate that. When Patrick dressed him on Wednesday for his appointment, he looked smaller. His little onesie was falling off of him. It made me sad.

But today is a new day. Will's appetite is back now and going on strong. He keeps down most everything, so I think the worst is over. I'm hopeful anyway...

If only...

I have often wished life was a little more like musicals (Mo, you know what I'm talkin' about).

4 months already?

Will had is 4 month well check-up today. Everything looks pretty good except he is measuring a little small. He is only in the 10th percentile for height and weight. So now we have to go back in 2 weeks to measure his progress.

At 2 months he weighed 10lbs 10oz. This month he weighs 12lbs 6oz. He spits up a lot. Anyone who has been around him for very long (e.g. 20 minutes) will know what I'm talking about. So I kinda think he has done really well to gain that much. However, I do believe the spitting up is getting a little better, at least it was today anyway. So maybe he will finally be able to put on some weight. Looking at him you wouldn't think he is small. Well, I don't, but what do I know?

He was a little fussy after getting the shots--I would be too. But some Tylenol and a good long nap fixed him right up. I took these pictures a little later when we were playing and exercising (Will exercising-not me. Unless you count reaching for the toys he would throw away from his little play mat). He was just so dang cute playing there. I couldn't resist...

Tired of Tummy Time

Will has most definitely learned to soothe himself by sucking on his thumb

Momnesia

Sunday evening on our way home from Grandma's, I was sitting in the back seat with Will trying to keep him from fussing. I had left his hand toys at home so I was doing the best with what I had: keys, cell phone, and my face and hands. None of those really captivated him much, but I was trying. Patrick was sick so we had left him at home and rode with my mom. It was dark so I thought I would call Patrick to remind him to turn the lights on for us outside. As I was rummaging through the black hole that is my diaper bag, I suddenly panicked and new I had left it at Grandma's. She lives about 30 minutes away so this was quite inconvenient. I told Mom what I had done and she just looked at me like I was crazy and said, "Weren't you just keeping Will entertained with it?" I then realized it was in my lap.

A little later that evening my brother who lives out of state called. I asked if he had gotten the package I had sent to his daughter for her birthday at the beginning of Feb. He said they had received it along with another package from me--the one I had sent to Janel for her baby. So that helped clear up why she hadn't received it yet. Wow. I have completely lost it, and I bet this is just the beginning of the madness.

Chicken Experience

So today I had a new experience. I had done some grocery shopping a little earlier in the week. They were having a sale on their meats, and since I am not able to get out much with the baby, I went ahead and bought several different cuts and kinds. One of those I bought was some chicken breast. Well, these particular breasts were different than any I had purchased before. These had bones in them. Since they were on sale, I thought I would try my hand at it.

They sat in my refrigerator for about a day and I decided I would have to do something with them. While searching for a recipe online I found a website that showed you how to "debone" them. Looked easy enough. Little did I know what I was in for...

As I removed the plastic I noticed the ribs. I was totally grossed out. I began washing and removing the skin and tried really hard to touch it as little as possible . I had never seen all those little ribs before (pathetic, I know) and they were bloody on the tips. It was gross!

Once I washed everything I just laid it on the cutting board thinking, "I can't do this. I'm gonna call Mom and she can have these things." I know I was being silly but I didn't care. When I tried calling and couldn't get an answer, I went back to the website to review the course of action I had to take. As I took that first breast in my hand to remove the bones and held the knife in the other, I gave myself a little pep talk "Come on, you can do it! It's really not that bad." Who am I kidding? I heard my knife scrape against those bones and about lost it. Meanwhile Will started crying, I had chicken slime all over my hands, and I am trying to not throw-up and remain calm all at the same time. For the love! What did I get myself into?

Well, believe it or not, I did finally get all those bones out. I fear I wasted quite a bit of the chicken amid the process, but I really don't care. I was just trying to get the job over with as quickly as possible. I made sure to discard the "remains" before Patrick got home so he wouldn't see the massacre that had occurred in our happy home and plus it was just really a disgusting sight.

Believe it or not, I did finally get dinner done and the chicken cooked. Patrick really liked it...I wish I had just had leftover soup.

So cute!

We went out to eat for Julee's birthday last week, and Will was definitely the center of attention--Sorry, Julee. I love this picture.

New Beginnings

Ok, so I'm pretty new to the whole blogging thing. I am excited but kind of dreading it because I think it's one of those many things I start and never keep up with (kinda like exercising). But we shall see. Plus, I can't imagine that too many people would be interested in what I have to say (Blake, no comments there). So more than likely this will just mainly be pictures with a few updates here and there. Here we go...