Fathers Day

Well, this is us. Our little family. 

I made Colin and Jack shirts for Fathers Day.

(Colins work buddies joke about the "hashtag" sign. His shirt is an inside joke.)

Colin is a great Dad. Always wanting to hold our little man when he comes home from work, helping mom when shes really tired. I love you, Colin. Happy Fathers Day.

Phone home

I love these boys. The Roscoes were a big part of my High School experience. Most of the stories I recall from HS include one of these boys in one way or another.

I got on Facebook this morning and saw that it was Mathews birthday. I went to his profile to write happy birthday on his wall. I stopped. When was the last time I actually talked with Mathew? Or Michael for that matter? What is so hard about picking up the phone and calling him, hearing his voice, catching up a bit and telling him happy birthday? Nothing. So I did. It was a great conversation. I am pretty sure I woke up him even though it was after 10am but I thought he wouldn't mind.

There are so many friends I have had over the years. School growing up, HSU, the singles ward in Humboldt, and BYU-Idaho. These people are so special to me and have contributed to my happiness in little and big ways. I keep up with them by looking at their Facebook pages but we dont communicate in the way enough to really keep in touch.

Why is picking up the phone so hard? I shouldn't be so afraid of that line of communication. I want to keep in touch with people. Through Email and phone calls- actual conversations instead of one sentence every few months on Facebook. Who knows if I will be able to keep up with people forever but I want to make a better effort. 

And Happy Birthday again Mathew :)

First four weeks

One week

Two weeks

Three weeks

Four weeks

The past month has gone by way too fast. Looking at these four pictures, I can already see how much hes grown! Our newborn is turning into a baby.

You make new noises everyday.
You're getting better at sleeping at night.
You look at faces and follow movements with your eyes.
Sometimes you love your bath, sometimes you hate it.
Daddy likes grabbing your little toes when they stick out of your blanket.
You made it through all three hours of your first Sunday at church.
You love walks outside.
You snuggle. And that's mommys favorite thing.

poop. literally.

My lovely second mother, Sister Messerly, came over a few weeks ago. It was wonderful to sit down and talk just me and her about Jacks birth. While she was holding him, he let go of a big loud poo. Jack and Sister Messerly are now very close friends.

The other day, Colin was hold Jack and I thought how funny it would be if Jack did the same thing to Colin. I knew he would freak out. So I told Colin, "I would find it so funny it Jack pooped right now while you were holding him." Not 30 seconds later and boom! Colin instantly picked him up so his diaper was nowhere near his clothes in case of any leakage. The look of surprise, horror and laughter on Colin's face was hilarious! Way to go Jack! We got Dad!

We have yet to experience a poo that the diaper cant contain.... I have a feeling its going to be one for the books!

I cant believe that this was already four weeks ago. My life has completely changed. This little bundle has brought us so much joy and smiles as well as tears and frustration. I haven't slept for more than three and a half hours at one time. He has a good night, then a bad one but we nap during the day together. We make it work.

Colin has been the most wonderful husband I could have ever asked for. Since I have been feeling so much better and recovered, I have had a hankering to get outside. I want to do yardwork! I can do bits here and there during the day while carrying the baby monitor with Jack inside sleeping but I have to be ready to drop what I'm doing when he wakes up. Yesterday, Colin stayed inside with Jack for two hours while I was in the nethermost part of the yard building a compost box. What a guy! I am exhausted and sore today but feel renewed from my outside time!

What a beautiful blessing it is to be a mom. I dont think it has fully hit me yet that this is MY kid but I get a glimpse when he arches his back to look up at my face while hes resting on my chest. This little kid is going to call me mom. The person who has that title deserves major points. I am starting to realize just how much a mom does to care for her child. It takes ALL of your time. You make time here and there for yourself but even during "my time," I cant stop thinking about whether or not Jack is doing ok- is he happy? is he comfortable?? A child takes your time but your entire being revolved around him. I am in love with this little guy. The poopy diapers, puke on my shirt, 2am tummy trouble screams aside, I love him.