Today was a great day. Let me start off by saying that Peyton was an AMAZING napper. When he was tired, he'd start to fuss a little, so I would take him and put him in his crib, give him his pacifier and he went to sleep without a single cry!
Mind you, this isn't usually the case, but oh, it is SO wonderful when it is.
I gave Peyton a little bubble bath before his Aunt Nicole and Uncle David came over to babysit ... because today, Daniel and I got a nice night out. Nicole and David were so kind to watch the little man while Dan and I went to a nice dinner at Utah Valley Regional Medical Center for students who had been accepted to medical school.
It was a lot of fun. It was a dinner to recruit people to come back and practice in Utah County. Annnnnnd they gave us gift cards to Chili's/Macaroni Grill and Barnes & Noble. So you know what that means? Date night and super-cute baby books!! Yay =)
And now, because I just can't get enough of Peyton Daniel Condie, here are some pictures from bath time today =)
Peyton LOVES bath time. Though it's hard to tell because he HATES the camera, he really enjoys splashing around.
Today he was such a wiggle-worm! He was splashing everywhere!
He really loves the taste of his hands. Seriously. He can almost fit his entire fist in his mouth.
Though he loves bath time, he does not like the end of bath time. Today he didn't scream at me when I took him out, but he did pee on the towel.
On Tuesday, Peyton had his two-month appointment. I always like to hear the bad news first, so we'll start with the shots.
Poor little man got poked three times in his chub-a-licious thighs. The first vaccine was given orally, and he did great. Then the nurse asked me to hold his arms still and my happy, smiley, cooing baby looked right at me. I watched as his happy face turned into a scrunched up scream of betrayal and pain. I felt so bad!
He calmed down pretty quick though, and was only cranky Tuesday night. By the time he woke up for his first feeding, he was smiling and happy again ... though he did have trouble going back to sleep (probably because he slept so much after I gave him some Tylenol earlier in the day).
A funny side story to this: when my husband was a young toddler, his mom took him to get some of his shots. He didn't cry at all when the nurse poked him with the needle ... instead, he looked right at his mom and punched her! Oh, am I ever looking forward to when this child can control his limbs better.
Now for the good news -- Peyton is getting so big! Here are his stats:
Birth:
Weight: 8 lbs 9 oz
Length: 20 inches
Two weeks:
Weight: 8 lbs 14 oz
Length: 21.5 inches
Two months:
Weight: 12 lbs 12 oz (75th percentile)
Length: 24 inches (90th percentile)
Head: 41.2 cm (90th percentile)
He's so big! And today, he is nine weeks old! I can't believe how quickly time flies. I seriously am so lucky. I have the best hubby and baby in the WORLD.
Daniel is amazing. Whenever he is home, he changes Peyton's diapers for me and helps out so much. I seriously don't know what I would do without him. He's wonderful.
Peyton is a great sleeper (at least, I think so)! He goes to sleep somewhere between 8:30 and 10 each night and sleeps for 6-7 hours straight. Amazing. He wakes up somewhere between 2:30 and 4 a.m., eats for a half-hour and goes back to sleep for another three hours! He's also a great napper (although, now that he loves to play and be around people, he puts up a fight when I put him down. I used to be able to put him in his crib when he started fussing, stick a pacifier in his mouth, and he would put himself to sleep. Now he wants to be held until he's completely or almost entirely out before he'll let me lay him down for naps).
Here are a couple recent pictures. My father-in-law has some great ones on his camera (that include actual smiles because his camera is much nicer than ours and doesn't blind the kid ... and we had four people distracting Peyton as we tried to take the pictures so that he wouldn't see the camera). I'll post some of those when I get them. For now, here is a sweet, smiley video and a couple pictures from when mine and Dan's families were in town for Peyton's blessing (which I totally miss them all!!).
My sister, Tonya, trying to get Peyton to smile for the camera. She got some great footage on her iPhone though!
Peyton, examining the photo-capturing device.
Me and Peyton. My mom made the ADORABLE sweater he's wearing. Unfortunately, Peyton was not in the mood to model that morning. (Also, notice his inverted-monk hair. Haha). This was before church last Sunday.
(I know this video is super long. You really don't have to watch all of it. I just wanted to prove that my baby really DOES smile. The next one proves his hatred for cameras.)
It was taken with my cell phone (1.3 mega pixels just doesn't do Peyton justice).
I was trying to hide the phone behind my head so that he would stop scowling at it. Every time I bring out the phone or camera, he scowls at it as if he's trying to analyze it or something. Silly boy.
Now, this picture IS great because:
I finally caught a little smile from my oh-so-handsome little boy.
It has Peyton in it ... what more could you ask for?
My son is simply adorable.
Love this kid.
In other news, I think Peyton is showing signs of early mobility. It wouldn't surprise me. It seems like he has started doing a lot of things at least a week earlier than "average" (Yeah, I know, like a week is SUCH a big deal. I'm his mommy though, so a week can make me proud anyway). I chalk it up to him being a week late. He's been giving me social smiles since about 4.5 weeks. Now, every time I go in to get him from a nap/sleep, he looks like this:
He must scoot around in his sleep. I don't even hear a peep out of him, yet somehow, even though I put him right in the middle of the crib, he ends up with his head against the bars. I'm pretty sure that's actually what wakes him up! Not sure how he's doing it, but I'm thinking it could be signs of an early crawler.
Or maybe he'll be like my littlest brother, who pretty much never crawled. He just did the "combat crawl" until he walked.
Anyways, we'll now be rearranging Peyton's room so that there is nothing even remotely close to the crib, since earlier today I found him with his arm hanging out the side. We really didn't have anything within grabbing distance to begin with, but now I'm paranoid.
One more super-cute picture ... since I just can't resist! =)
Things have been going great lately. Peyton is sleeping more, which leads me to a confession about my neurotic-ism. I've been keeping a detailed spreadsheet that chronicles Peyton's eating, sleeping and awake hours. I've even created various graphs that depict trends (yeah, I'm that much of a nerd).
But before you go and judge me too much, I do have a reason. I'm craving some sort of predictability. I crave the ability to form some sort of schedule. I want to have a general idea of when Peyton will sleep/nap/etc. so that I can plan when I can run errands, clean, work out, eat ... you know ... all the things I need to be doing.
So I guess I haven't proved myself un-nerdy. I guess I just proved the opposite!
Despite my inability to schedule anything, I am LOVING my role as a mommy. Peyton is such a sweet little boy and I just love him so much! Dan and I have been having a lot of fun with our little boy's sweet smiles, giggles and coos (though you'll never see them, because he HATES the camera! Doesn't cry, just scowls at it the whole time)!
I'm also getting really excited to move. I'm definitely going to miss Provo (can't believe I just wrote that), BYU, Wymount and everyone and everything here, but I'm ready for an adventure. And if med-school, moving with an infant, and an entirely new state isn't an adventure ... I don't know what is!
Well, I know this really isn't a substantive post ... honestly I don't do much outside the apartment, so there isn't much to say. I exercised today. And showered. Double-double (take it as a basketball or In-N-Out reference, though in truth it was basketball. We've been watching a lot lately).
Yeah, I guess that's why I haven't been blogging much. If I could catch some of Peyton's dang smiles I'm sure this would be updated much more frequently.
I want a cheeseburger. Mmm.
Ah! I nearly forgot the one crazy event this last week. I witnessed projected pooping. Yes, my son projected his poop and I was traumatized. I thought he was done. He had stopped squirming and grunting and turning red in the face. Nope. He wasn't. And poop shot across the changing table. I instantly pulled his diaper back up but I was too late. The diaper filled. It overflowed. I grabbed the new one I had ready. It filled and overflowed. Yes, it was my most traumatic experience as a mother thus far (other than the actual birthing of the child, that is).
