Feelings

Today something hit me in stake conference.
A story where a man did not think fondly of another man and went to tell others about this other man's faults.
When brought to attention of the other man he said, "Well my salvation does not depend on whether or not this man loves me, but it does depend on if I love him."

I thought to myself...who are my enemies?
Who do I know does not like me?

Then I thought....do I love them?
Do I love my enemies?
What if your salvation depended on if you loved your enemies?
I think it might. And I never thought of it that way. But my goodness, now I need to make sure I really love those who I think may not love me.

And perhaps they will someday love me.

Brad has converted to stripes.....it took me awhile to get him there, but I knew I had succeeded when he picked this shirt out himself. Miles.....I still have yet to convert him, he just mainly likes the nude then I convince him to at LEAST wear a diaper. He just gets so grumpy even about that. We are a compromising pair though. 

I have yet to share Miles' newborn pics, because I want you to get yours in the mail before I SPOIL IT!

But...this one is to die for precious and NOT on his baby announcement.

Happy Sunday, and if I am super nice to you now....you will think that I think you don't like me....

JK. 

Happy Sunday from Lubbock, TX. 

Church and AZ

Now that I have a baby, I've gone all soft. I have this bigger heart. It's weird/good I think.
Things make me way sad/feel bad. I saw this heavier set worker at Sam's Club crying two days ago. And it broke my heart to see a random stranger sad. I am so weird I know.

But it also is good I think. I think it is put in place to make you protect your little babies. And love and nurture them.

Miles had his first time at church, he was four weeks old (this was 2 church times ago), and he wore a little outfit his aunt Tiera made him. (Landon's wife)

Brad looks great here, and we took some with me, but I'm still a little camera shy.

You know its like....I should be lookin spic and span after just having a baby.

But the truth is....I don't.

At least not to my level of spic and span.

Well these pictures aren't spic and span but I guess you can see me post baby.

Oh I mean Miles post baby!!!! This shirt made me want to squeeze his cheeks 300x. 

We went to Brad's softball game last night. Which they got a gift and won. I thought it was going to be a blow out because up the bat the other team's first two hitters both hit home runs over the fence.

But we won! So on he goes to his next playoff game.

I tried to start a volleyball team but apparently here I can only play if Brad is on my team. So Brad is joining a team and they get his wife as a package deal. (I hope)

I just seriously need something athletic to make myself look forward to something. I mean, the doctor said I can work out (lightly) so even if its not 6 weeks yet, I am going to do something by golly.

Oh I did go to Arizona to visit my sister Hannah.

You see she was going to come here, but she has 4 girls so....that wasn't gonna work out so great.

So she flew me there, and we had a jolly old time!

Here we are in the airport.

Am I sitting in a wheelchair?? Yes yes I am, I was walking like this, through SO much airport.

And this lady said, Don't carry all of that! So she got me a wheelchair to wheel everything around (that's Miles' car seat in my right hand, and my 70 pound diaper bag on the other side/shoulder). 

So when there was no seats when I got to my terminal, I sat in the wheelchair. Problem solved. 

Miles is a great flyer.

He just knows how to fly. Sleep.

You see, on the way there I had a flight from lubbock to dallas. Then Dallas to Mesa.

Not bad.

On the way back. Hell.

We got on a plane at 3 Am in Mesa. Arrived in Dallas at 5 Am.

Then I had an hour layover in Dallas. Then we had to fly to Austin. Hour layover there and a 45 minute walk through the HUGE airport. Almost missed my flight. Thought it was going to be right around the corner. And it wasn't! So my flight boarded in Dallas at 7 AM. Then I arrived in Austin at 8:30 or something, then we flew to Lubbock. Got there at 10:20 AM.

3Am-10:20 AM. Flying. With a baby. And a car seat, 70 pound diaper bag, boppy, and my sleep pillow. You see I didn't take ANY luggage to AZ. The airline I flew on doesn't let you take any carryons or it is 20bucks. But my flight from Dallas to Mesa was 70 dollars round trip, so I'm not complaining.

Next time I'm bringing Brad.

The GIRLS LOVED HIM!

Sometimes too much.

Hazel would be patting him and kissing him then the pats turned to hits.

So we nicknamed her-baby zilla.

Miles got SO much attention.

We all were just SO wore out from the whole experience.

They were all so helpful, whenever I would ask them to go get me a diaper/blanket/wipes they would fight over who did it. One time I asked them to go get a blanket and Maddie and Halle went, Maddie got the blanket, and Halle was so mad and she was screaming!!!! Hannah ran in to break up the fight and Halle passed out in Hannah's arms from screaming and not breathing.

That would freak me out as a mom.

How can you not love her though. So cute and so touchy lovey.

Halle has to be touching somebody when she falls asleep, so Miles was her closest touch.

We went to the post office and Halle wore a sleeveless purple velvet shorts dance jumper one piece thing. We got some looks.

Molly and Halle constantly traded off holding him.

Halle one time when Miles was crying, "I think he misses Brad." 

She's 3 and so cute.

So I only took my cell phone, so I just have cell phone pics, but this is Halle and another time she said, "Miles has Brad's boobs."

Clearly she meant, he inherited Brad's nipples.

You see they only know girl things...

So a boy clearly has boobs, and he must have gotten them from his dad.

They were all very motherly.

Time for Hannah to have a boy.

Miles would never hold still for pictures.

He did a lot of sleeping.

We visited Maddie at her school for lunch.

We were ALWAYS taking turns.

The ways Miles will fall asleep. 

We went to a petting zoo.

This cow was beyond creepy.

Maddie is the dog Toby.

These goats loved the food we fed them. I don't think they cared what it was, they tried to eat the plastic cup.

Here is another weird position Miles fell asleep in, at Hannah's yard sale she did while I was there.

Here Miles looks well oiled and big lipped.

Halle and Hazel were asleep but this is right before I left.

We had a blast and can't wait to come back!

We had a fun trip, but even though Miles was a gem.....remind me to travel on planes and walk through airports with my husband next time.

Here Miles was soakin up church his 2nd Sunday at church in his life!!!

OVER!

There are a few things that are over.
One, Brad's anatomy class.
Thank you.
Now he came home today at noon. Awesome.
My baby's first month is over.
That means my postpardum is almost over. 6 weeks almost.
I went to the doc today because my hands swell excessively (more than when I was pregnant) and I'm starting to have a lot of pain in my hands. So its determined I have carpal tunnel. Which is normal and caused from swelling and hopefully will go away with time.

I love my doctor. Gosh. He is just a gem.
Here is a pic I just snapped of my baby just seconds ago.
I'm scared he is growing up too fast.

Brad thinks this sleeper is girly.

Well...he didn't say that he said, "Were you trying to make him gay?"

Which is totally inappropriate, but...whatever. I'm inappropriate sometimes. 

Brad also saw a random guy walking in the parking lot today. He had his t-shirt tucked into his shorts.

Brad said, "Is it tuck your shirt in day?" 

Brad then said, "Cuz you're nailin it."

Like the guy heard him.

But I laughed so hard.

Back to my baby.

These are pictures I took when he was 1 month old.

You see I went to visit my sis in arizona, that's another blog post.

So everybody does stats....every month right? That's the mom protocol? 

Well good thing I freaked out the night before he was one month old, because he had a high temp and was acting funny for 12+ hours.

And I took him to insta-care. 

He weighed 10.2 pounds, and was still at 21 1/2 inches. (And he was perfectly fine, just had some unknown problem, but no fever)

He was 7.15 pounds and 21 inches at birth.

He is mostly bald.  With some hair on the back and sides.

He still has trouble pooping....(is that stat worthy?)

He smiles at us, not just gas smiles, and it seriously is the cutest ever.

Everyone says he looks just like Brad but has my eyes.....

But I swear they are Brad's shape of eyes....

We lay Miles on his belly and he puts his arms under him and pushes up and kinda rolls/tips over onto his back. That has to be something cool right? Mr. Strong Man.

He has a few nicknames from us..

Bud, buddy, sweet cheeks, stinker (used when he poops up his back, or de-binks himself), love, lover, lover boy, cutie patootie. 

Not sure which ones will stick.

He loves being held, and is a good sleeper. He takes about 3 naps in the day each over 2 hours. Then he sleeps from 11-5AM, I feed him and he falls back to sleep till about 8 AM. Usually when I get him out of his little bed that is next to our bed, I feed him on one side (BREAST MILK) and then he is just out cold. Sound asleep. I try to burp him and he just hangs his little head over so asleep.

Mom, I was just hungry for a minute, now I need to go back to sleep.-Miles at 5 AM.

He has a little bit of baby acne. It comes and goes.

He poops and when he poops it is yellow and up his back. Constantly changing diapers. Constantly scrubbing clothes out. I have this vow to myself that I will not let any of his clothes get stained. That means I scrub stuff till my hands hurt..maybe that's why I have carpal tunnel. Goodness.

He is constantly moving. My goodness he is like a motor. Brad says he is trying to find the gas and clutch with his feet, because it is crazy. Even when I am holding him. He doesn't just veg out. He is active! Except when tired, he will just lay on me till he is asleep.

He stares at Brad and I, and when we put him down he just watches us wherever we go in the room.

He gets grumpo when he is hungry or tired, or just plain spoiled and wants to be held.

How can I not spoil him? He is my sweet little baby.

I was a judger of people who spoiled their kids.

But now I get it.

You love them too much to not spoil them.

Plus how do you spoil a 4 week old? He's brand new, and doesn't know much about this new world yet. So all he knows is mom's uterus. So mom's breasts are the next best thing. I know that's creepy weirdo, but sometimes he can only sleep if he is nestled on my chest. 

Again and again we are so blessed to have this sweet baby in our lives. We know (Brad knows better than I because of his deep knowledge of embryo development) that it is a complete miracle that I was able to get pregnant, and that I had no problems, and that this doll came into our lives. And we thank God every single night in our prayers.