Oy. It's been like a month since I did a post. I guess having a newborn is time-consuming. :) I was going to post last week, but decided I should process the newborn photos of Harrison that I took weeks ago and that took up all of my free time.
I really doubt I'm going to remember many details from 4 weeks ago. So I'll just explain the pictures this week. :)
Megan and her family came the week after Harrison was born. They came here for a couple of the days and went to my mom's for a couple of the days. We hosted the Sunday family dinner so we wouldn't have to haul all the stuff somewhere else. Babies require a lot of baggage!
Ben and Haylee's baby, Owen is about 6 months old and a bit of a chubby guy. It was funny to see him and Harrison next to each other.
We got a cousins picture since we hadn't gotten one in a couple of years. The oldest is holding the youngest here. Fourteen in total.
I took this picture to show my writing group how little Harrison was. He's grown a ton since then. From his 2 week appointment to when I took him in for the doctor to look at a rash 2 weeks later, he gained over 2 pounds.
I think part of the rapid weight gain was due to his tummy troubles. He would just fuss and fuss and fuss all day, sleeping only 30 minutes every couple of hours. He was gassy and spitting up and gagging and wheezing and arching his back every time he ate. But he wanted to eat every 1-2 hours, I think because it temporarily made his stomach feel better. It was exhausting. He also got a rash and all the hair on the top of his head fell out. Hence the trip to the doctor's office--which was totally unhelpful. They said it was cradle cap and baby acne. Since when does baby acne travel down the torso and onto the arm, legs, hands and feet? *sigh*
I stopped eating milk and chocolate and completely cut out wheat (I was already mostly gluten-free, but would cheat once a week or so). We also put him on a different, anti-colic formula. His rash is getting better and he's sleeping a lot more. But his hair is only barely starting to grow back. You can see how much he lost in this picture. *sad face*
Harrison's Nana and aunts and cousins were only too happy to help him sleep.
My mom helped the girls make sock bunnies. They all turned out cute and it was so interesting to see how they each put their own flair on the idea.
This was Mira's birthday list she made for her Nana. I thought it was cute. (Sorry it's upside down).
Jules found the dress up necklaces and decided to put them all on at once the other day. When she tried to take them off, she was pulling different necklaces in opposite directions, so of course they wouldn't go over her head. With a very concerned voice/face, she exclaimed, "Oh dear! I stuck!"
Not as skinny as when he was first born.
She likes crawling into our collapsible laundry baskets.
One Saturday morning, Mira buried Cecily in the sand box in our yard that hasn't been used since we moved in. Except maybe by the cat. So gross. They got showers as soon as they came inside.
I thought it was funny that he fell asleep like this. Sitting up in my lap with his elbow up by his ear.
One day it was ridiculously windy--like 25 mile-an-hour winds. The line of houses across the street to the north backs up to open fields and our house backs up to the community greenway. Since the mountains around here are covered in sage, it dries up, rolls into the fields, and on this particular day, got blown through the houses across the street and through the greenway in our back yard. It was like a tumbleweed stampede. But there was one house that the winds kind of whipped around instead of whipping through. It took the tumble weeds and piled them up on their front porch. They were like six feet high all along the front of their house. Steve and Mira and Emilia were good neighbors and went to help them unbury themselves.
I caught a rare picture of the solitary creature called Emilia. She's reading and petting her cat.
This was from the doctor's office. Cecily and Jules and now Harrison all made/make this face when attempting to poop. We call it the "poop face" and it cracks me up.
The kids had Spring Break two weeks ago and we decided to spend the first part of it in St. George with Grandma and Grandpa. Cindy and Joe and their kids decided to join us and we all slept in the same house! It was quite a party.
General Conference was that weekend, so we watched that on Saturday and the kids swam during the second session. That night Wilda sponsored an Easter egg hunt for the kids, since the next day was also Easter. Emilia and Haley decided to opt out of hunting and instead hid the eggs. There was only one that was never found. :) Jules thought it was all great fun and there was LOTS of candy eaten by all.
Sunday we watched Conference again. The Coombs' went to the other side of the family's Easter festivities, and swimming was not allowed, so it was a much quieter day. Cecily got Grandpa to play a ton of games with her and she was in heaven.
I had to laugh. Grandpa taught Cecily how to play foosball because he has a table in his family room. She played one game with him and "won." She then asked her daddy if he would come play. Steve said, "Oh, you want me to come be on your team?" and she replied, "No, Grandpa needs you on his team." Haha. I love kids.
Wilda went all out and made homemade spaghetti noodles for our dinner one night. We even got gluten free ones to work.
It was a wonderful weekend all around. I'm glad we got to go, because the next week, they found out that they officially get to go to their mission at the beginning of May. (They had been serving their mission as best they could remotely until they were able to get vaccines.) Jules skipped her nap on Tuesday to get a little more swimming in and I had to make a head sling for her out of one of her blankies on our drive home so she didn't have a 3-hour crick in her neck.
I wanted to record some Jules-isms before I forget them as well.
She is just as stubborn as always. Now she's taken to saying, "No, GO WAY!" and then running the other direction when she doesn't want to listen to us. It's not always the logical response either which makes it funnier. For example, she may say it after we say, "It's time to shut off your show now." But she's also just as likely to say it when we ask, "Do you want grapes or a banana with your lunch?"
She tells people regularly that it was "20 minutes ago." Like she'll ask to call Nana and as soon as Nana answers, Jules will say, "Nana! Twenty minutes ago!" She can never tell us what happened 20 minutes ago though. She just likes saying it.
She says "mine" instead of "my." So, "That's mine blankie." Or, "Mom, look at mine hat!" She says it so often that we often respond with "yourn" because our brains have started translating it as normal speech. "It is yourn hat!"
She makes this noise whenever she exerts any minimal amount of physical effort. Like when she jumps or climbs onto a chair or puts something on the table. So like 100 times a day. It sounds kind of like, "Huh!" if you're saying it with a karate chop.
Harrison is "Baby Bruddah." She thinks he's great, which I'm surprised about. She tries to take care of him and shares her blankie with him when he's crying. If he's sleeping in the other room and then starts crying, she often jumps up from what she's doing and cries, "Oh no! Baby bruddah!" and runs to give him his binkie (which she calls a pinkie).
That's all I can think of for now.
I will leave you with a link to the newborn photos of Harrison. Grandmas, they should be high quality enough to print if you want to download any of them. For the record, my favorite are teh squishy-faced ones. He makes that face a lot. :)
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/17ywloCUJknzNFHi33uKH1iU7kMV5nh4D
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