Shootin, Jumpin, and Sittin

What's the up side of not having posted in TWO WEEKS? I have tons of pictures to share!

I guess it's not so much "shootin" as it is "shots", as in first round of vaccinations: aka...one of the worst days ever! Xan was great for the shots; a real man about about the needles. He cried for a few seconds and then got over it pretty quickly: thank you little dropper of medicine! We even went grocery shopping after his Dr.'s visit and he was great. When we got home he was still sleeping so I let him hang out in his car seat until he woke up and then fed him. Still no problems. He had the biggest poo of his life (Mommy was so very proud!). It went all the "up the back" as you often hear people say, and I had to take all of his clothes off and give him a bath. Alex thinks that maybe he squeezed the spot on his leg where the needle went in because when we were taking him out of the bath he started SCREAMING; not fussing or even crying, this was blood curdling, fingers down a chalkboard, cover your ears from the fire alarm going off kind of screaming. NOT at all like what he normally sounds like when he cries. We put him on his change table to get him dressed and were about to give him more Baby Tylenol when Alex told me to go and call the Dr. Call the Dr? He's just crying, he'll stop eventually. Until I looked down at him and saw what Alex was talking about. Xan had gone completely white. ALL the color pigment was drained out of him. His lips were the same color as his skin, like glue, pasty and white. He was absolutely screeching at this point. I felt sick to my stomach and weak in my knees. "Oh, God, please don't let anything happen to him" was all I could think. I ran and got the phone and called the Dr.'s office. Luckily they were still there as it was late on a Friday afternoon!!! I think he was going into shock. They said to just give him more Tylenol and "watch him to make sure nothing else happens" Thanks! yeah, I think I'll definitely be keeping my eye on him....he's pure white! Alex held him skin to skin with some blankets on him and about 20 minutes later (it felt like an eternity) his color started to come back. I still have no idea what happened, and I"m not looking forward to his next round in a couple of months. I've heard that vaccines can even lead to seizures and I'm now terrified of that happening. He's been fine since, but those moments were scary enough to make me not mind when he's fussy or up in the middle of the night. The thought of something happening to my little angel was heartbreaking.



Ahh, the wonderfully drowsy feeling of Tylenol...




Not a jumping bean yet, but I know it's coming. He kicks like crazy on his change table and in his crib. We even put some tin foil in his crib for him to kick and he seems to love it. A cheap toy! So we tried him in his Jolly Jumper on Saturday for the first time, but we got nada interest. He liked being in the contraption but just stood there chilled out kind of leaning to one side.



The Bumbo chair may very well be my new best friend. He still isn't crazy about being on his own, but he seemed to like sitting in this nifty little chair. He's still being snuggled by the chair, but can look around and be upright. Hopefully he continues to like the independence as my biceps need to heal!

The Trip

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Well we made it back in one piece and relatively unscathed although a 12 hour car ride with an 8 week old is not for the faint of heart. We decided to drive at night to try and keep Xan on as much of a normal schedule as possible and it worked as well as we could have hoped. He was such a trooper! We left at 7:30 on last Saturday night and arrived at my parent's front door the next morning at 7:00. I fed Xan at his normal times and he pretty much slept most of the trip. He would wake up and cry for like 30 seconds or so and then go back to sleep. The most nerve racking thing being the unknown. You never knew how long he was going to cry for and I had a constant pit in my stomach wondering if the big melt down was coming, but luckily it never did, not in the car anyway.

Once we got to my parent's house we thought the coast was clear and were bragging about what a wonderful trip he had (as all good parent's do!). Xan got passed around from my Mom, who grabbed his car seat out of Alex's hands as soon as we got out of the car without so much as a Hello to her daughter, to my Dad, to my sister, to my Grandpa. We were all laughing and talking and squeezing him when he decided it was all to much. HE LOST IT. He must have had some majorly pent up energy from sitting in a car seat all night because he went absolutely ballistic. It was the kind of screaming that hurts your heart more than your ears because he was so frustrated and over tired and couldn't express himself any other way and would not have any comforting or soothing. He was completely out of control and would not be consoled for over an hour. I was so tired from being awake pretty much all night that I was feeling a melt down coming on myself and started to wonder if he had dislocated something being taken in or out of his seat or of he was having major digestion problems or anything physical. That's how bad it was. But luckily his Zsa Zsa was there and took my pitiful little baby boy from me and was able to console him in a way that only a Grandma can. After those first few hours were over he was pretty much his normal self, and I'm so proud of him for how well he did in the car ride both ways. He was so cute when we'd stop for gas and to feed him, it was heartbreaking to put him back into his seat, but we all survived and had a great week with my family.

Gettin some lovin from Zsa Zsa and sporting his puppy hat..I mean, really, how cute is that? And we know he won't be having that on his head as soon as he knows what it is, so I'm embracing his naivety and he's going to sport that "puppy" as long as possible.


The most absolutley kissable lips!



Man to Man with Uncle Josh



We went to Alex's Mom's Saturday night for Mother's Day.Xan had 8 short weeks of being the baby in the family. Now he's the older cousin to sweet little Claire. I decided he needed to dress the part of a big boy, so he's wearing some farming clothes in honor of the family biz.



No child was actually poked in this picture, just pointed at.




He sucks and chews on anything that is close to his mouth including his thumb when he can find it.



Me and my sunshine.




Admiring the newest addition to the Torrie Clan. How did he get so big? Oh yeah, he eats a trillion times a day!

Here Goes Nothin'

We are packing up to head to my parent's for the week. I'm excited to see them again and for Xan to meet my Grandpa, brother and uncle. But I'm also pretty nervous about the 12 hour drive with an eight week old. I can't believe he's two months already! We're going to drive through the night; Alex is resting up as we speak. By driving at night we're hoping that Xan will sleep most of the trip and doesn't get thrown off his schedule to much. He's just waking up once during the night now to feed, and Ive heard horror stories of people going on vacation, leaving the familiarity of home and their routine, and their babies totally freaking out and behaving very badly. We'll see! I can't believe how much stuff one 11 pound person needs. I hope there's warmer weather than this to greet us. Have a great week everyone!