Two, 2, Too

Well our little Smush is two months old! He is still a total Jackpot baby and as you have read here before we just adore every little thing about him.



Some of the fun things he has been doing this month are giving us easy smiles. Just talking to him brings on sweet coos and grins. My favorite is when he smiles at G. The first time I thought my heart was going to stop right then and there. But thankfully it kept ticking and I have now witnessed it dozens of times.

He is still a big, big boy! Weighing in at 13 pounds 13 ounces and already 24 1/4 inches long. That is in between the 90th and 100th percentile in both areas. The only down side is that he is so much bigger than G was so the hand-me-down situation isn't working very well. The seasons just aren't right. I just can't bring myself to put him in fleece PJ's or long sleeves and pants. He is already fitting comfortably in 9 month onesies!



We get our tummy time in when we can. Usually G and I are cheering him on with fun chants like "GO, Nolan, Go" or G's favorite "Nolan Strong".



Hi Buddy, yes I see you have your momma's chin. It looks cute on you!



He has also gotten his pout worked out. I caught the very beginning of it in this shot. So sweet and pitiful!

Nolan is 2 months and in just 2 weeks my little G will be 2 years old. It all happens too fast! Time please slow down. I want to drink in every moment with these two. They bring me joy that is beyond what I could have ever expected. These two are just too much!

More on that {Father's Day}

After celebrating only two Father's Day's it has already become one of my favorite celebrations of the year. There is hardly a thing in the world that is more tender to my heart than seeing the man I love with the babies we share. As G grows so does his obviously adoration of his Daddy. And as he grows the number of things that the two of them can share in grows as well.

This past Father's Day, Matt wanted to start the morning at the driving range trying out his new driver. So after breakfast we all loaded up and headed out with a few extra plastic clubs in the bag.



I am not sure how Matt envisioned the trip going, but he hardly got to hit a ball. Most of the morning looked like this...



The sweet thing is, whether he envisioned it or not, I don't think he would have had it any other way. G was in heaven getting to hit the ball a few feet and learning to use the tee. He would come back and sit with Nolan and I and count as Daddy hit five balls and then it was "my turn" again.

I think it was a perfect picture of Father's Day. The selflessness that being a Father brings and the joy that being selfless miraculously gives you in return.

See before kids I imagine there were a million things that Matt never imagined that he could do, would want to do or would even love doing
Like sharing his last bite of pudding or even his cherished lick of the lid,
Singing the ABC's softly on repeat to calm a fussy baby,
Reading the same book 5 times (or more) in a row because that sweet "again daddy" is just so irresistible,
kissing boo-boo's,
wiping snot,
making diaper changes a count down game to distract a squirmy toddler,
sitting in the little chairs at the library watching a production of the Tortoise and the Hare,



driving to the call of every bus, plane, horse, or cow, buying knee pads just so he could give G horsey rides on the wood floors
or spending your morning at the driving range like this...



Our boys are so blessed to call him Daddy and the sweet thing is I know at such young ages they already feel it.



Matt, you are the boy's hero and my rock and we love you always!

See last Father's Day here.

Everything

I adore everything about him. Everything! Really, every single thing.



How could I not?



I especially adore his sweet baby smell and the way my lips have a magnetic attraction to his cheek. It is powerful. I can't pick him up with out my lips immediately finding that sweet spot. You know that one where his skin is perfectly soft and my nose nuzzles right into that smushie spot.



Every bit of him is sweet smushie goodness!

In Celebration

Sunday, as we celebrate our Father's, I gave much thanks.

Thanks for this man. My Father.


And this man. My Father-In-Law.


And this man. My husband and the Father of our boys.


What an amazing, difficult and unique task it is to be a father.

To my Dad, Spud and Matt,
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for being men that my boys can look up to and learn from.
Thank you for loving them so profoundly.
On Father's Day and every day I am thankful you are a part of our story.
So Much Love to you ALL.




**I noticed while browsing through pictures of the grandfathers and our boys there is not one picture where Pepaw or Papa is looking at the camera. Just another sign of their deep and incredibly endearing love for our boys. Heart Melt!

"Again, Mommy"

Oh! Those sweet words I hear so often. Especially when it comes to his long list of favorite books to read.

How many times do you think we have read this one?



Ahhh! I was caught video taping! Luckily, he let me pick it up again...



He calls this book "Me!".

Love, Love, Love HIM!

This Week

I stared while my Smushers napped



and delighted in his new and ever present social smiles.



I laughed as G amused me by trying on everything as a hat,



continued his love of salsa,


and as he got ready while I did.


Cousin's played


and daddy mowed.


And when the week was over, we rested.

Watch Nolan Grow

Hard to believe that our little Smush is already a month old. It's hard for me to believe that he has been here that long and it is hard for me to believe that we ever lived with out him.

He is still a little Jackpot baby, sleeping and eating great! G is still loving being a big brother and smothering him with kisses everyday.

At one month he is 11 pounds 2 ounces and 23 inches. He is a big boy in the 90-100% for height and weight. This smushy baby is gaining about 2 ounces every day! He just gets smushier and smushier!


For Nolan's year in pictures we are going to watch him grow into (and probably out of) his 12 month onesie!



A few more fun shots for reference

This is BIG!

I wasn't ready for it to happen. I didn't want it to happen at all. I actually thought about throwing a fit. A full on fit, you know, where I would throw my fists at the ground, scream "No!" over and over again, while my legs spasmed out of control. But, you would be proud, I held it together mostly and just let this happen.



That's right! He's in a Big Boy Bed! Why? Oh! Because after hearing him scream, then running to his room only to find him stuck straddling the crib rail stuck in utter fear we decided this was the better option.

As I should have known, when this guy is ready for something he handles it with ease. I was afraid of sleepless nights and a rough transition. I had nothing to fear. G loves his bed, whether it has a front or not and he has been handling naps and bedtime like a pro. The first time he saw his crib with out the front he was so excited and ran to it to climb in. And after that first nap he was so proud of himsself. It was darling!

Now we are only a week in and things could go horribly downhill, but I am not counting on it.



The next big thing will be getting rid of that night time pacifier. Another thing that will probably be harder for Momma than it is for him.