Pictures:
Colin
Elias
Stats:
Colin was 13lbs 5 oz and 23 3/4" long
Elias is 14lbs 5oz and 24 1/4" long
-surprisingly both had Dr's appt 4 days after they turned 2 months-
Comparing the boys at 2 months
Pictures:
Colin
Elias
Stats:
Colin was 13lbs 5 oz and 23 3/4" long
Elias is 14lbs 5oz and 24 1/4" long
Pictures:
Colin
Elias
Stats:
Colin was 13lbs 5 oz and 23 3/4" long
Elias is 14lbs 5oz and 24 1/4" long
Last week's goals:
This week's menu plan: dinner at mom and dad's house, pizza, turkey meatball subs, hamburgers/hot dogs, chicken rice, two-timin-pasta bake, and restaurant(we will be out of town)Create two more freezer mealsResearch: deep freezersand carpet- Can corn and possibly peaches
Seriously this week find and try on (and maybe have to buy) work clothes- Tour house if still on the market. If it is and we like, email XXX for advice on what to do with our current house
Go to millennium park and to downtown RockfordOrder labels for daycare for Elias
I wasn't able to can corn or peaches since both went bad. Ooops! We also contacted the Realtor about the house but she never responded back. According to Trulia, it shows it off the market.
Onto this week's goals. I'm trying to keep it small since we will all be adjusting to me going back to work this week. You will see I'm also adding a new item titled "Big Household Project." Each week, I'm going to give us a big project. Two weeks ago, my dad repainted all of our windows while we worked outside. Last week, Mike torn down the fence.
- Menu Planner: Dinner at mom and dads, meal from mom, garlic ham and cheese sandwiches, chicken cordon bleu, spaghetti bake, pork chops, and ? (something quick because I work until 4pm, then we have to hurry to church, and Mike has to go straight to work after church)
- Create a new coupon binder
- Print online coupons and recipes
- Make and freeze Pear baby food
- Get groceries
- Go to bed by 10pm and by 11pm at least once
- Create photobook before coupon expires
- Daycare Stuff: Finish filling out Elias' papers, order from Scholastic, pack a new change of clothes for Colin, and start labeling Elias' stuff
- Big Household Project: Re-Paint side entry way
- Survive Week One of work
Elias:
Happy 2 month birthday. To celebrate, we took away our vacation.
Say what? Took away? Yup. We had intended on going to Chicago for the weekend but then Daddy had to work 3rd shift on Thursday, so we didn't want to leave on Friday. Then Mommy started freaking out about you riding the dirty germ infested train and Daddy was worried about your big brother, Colin, having to walk the entire time in Chicago since you pull rank and would get the stroller. Add in that Mommy starts work on Monday, which is a whole another paragraph in its self, and we didn't want to set Grandma up to fail with two cranky boys, so we cancelled the trip. We are bummed and was really looking forward to having some family time but we really felt this was the smartest decision for you. You'll realize as you get older that you have to put others first. I mean you don't have to but if not people will think you are a selfish jerk and it won't make Mommy very happy.
So yes, Mommy goes back to work next week. To say I'm dreading it would be putting it mildly. While I'd be lying to say that I haven't thoroughly enjoyed not having to go to work, it's so much more than just not having to go there. As I said before, I'm going to miss our time together. Now Colin if you read this someday don't take this personally because you know I love you (forever and forever and forever!) but Elias there is just something about leaving you that breaks my heart. Knowing that we won't be together all day is a tough pill to swallow. Maybe it's because my maternity leave with you is shorter than my time with Colin. Maybe it's because I haven't really left you longer than a few hours to go shopping. Maybe it's because you are a Momma's boy; whatever the reason I don't want to leave you in a few days. But life is what life is. Cue cheesy singing! You take the good. You take the bad. You take them both and there you have the facts of life, the facts of life. 
Speaking of singing and music. You love music. You love to dance to it, smile at it, even fall asleep to it. It soothes you just as much as it excites you. Perhaps you'll be a musician. You love to babble. You are already respectful and wait your turn to speak but when you "have the floor" it's hard to get you to stop talking. Perhaps you'll be a motivational speaker or a pastor. You love to smile. You have a most contagious smile and dare I say become thee cutest baby ever when you flash a big gummy smile. Perhaps you'll be a model. You love to observe your surroundings. You follow objects, lights, and sound. You are becoming very attentive. Perhaps you'll be a photographer or a police officer. You love the outdoors and enjoy stroller rides in the park. You aren't a big fan of the wind but love taking in the sights and sounds of the outdoors. Perhaps you'll be world traveler. 
Perhaps you will be something different all together. But for now, you are my sweet little 2 month old baby. My little sweet pea. Colin's "little punky" which he claims is Elias in Spanish. Daddy's little buddy. You are my Elias Graham. My sweet sweet chubby faced boy, whom I adore more than anything in this world.
Happy 2 month birthday. To celebrate, we took away our vacation.
Say what? Took away? Yup. We had intended on going to Chicago for the weekend but then Daddy had to work 3rd shift on Thursday, so we didn't want to leave on Friday. Then Mommy started freaking out about you riding the dirty germ infested train and Daddy was worried about your big brother, Colin, having to walk the entire time in Chicago since you pull rank and would get the stroller. Add in that Mommy starts work on Monday, which is a whole another paragraph in its self, and we didn't want to set Grandma up to fail with two cranky boys, so we cancelled the trip. We are bummed and was really looking forward to having some family time but we really felt this was the smartest decision for you. You'll realize as you get older that you have to put others first. I mean you don't have to but if not people will think you are a selfish jerk and it won't make Mommy very happy.
So yes, Mommy goes back to work next week. To say I'm dreading it would be putting it mildly. While I'd be lying to say that I haven't thoroughly enjoyed not having to go to work, it's so much more than just not having to go there. As I said before, I'm going to miss our time together. Now Colin if you read this someday don't take this personally because you know I love you (forever and forever and forever!) but Elias there is just something about leaving you that breaks my heart. Knowing that we won't be together all day is a tough pill to swallow. Maybe it's because my maternity leave with you is shorter than my time with Colin. Maybe it's because I haven't really left you longer than a few hours to go shopping. Maybe it's because you are a Momma's boy; whatever the reason I don't want to leave you in a few days. But life is what life is. Cue cheesy singing! You take the good. You take the bad. You take them both and there you have the facts of life, the facts of life. 
Speaking of singing and music. You love music. You love to dance to it, smile at it, even fall asleep to it. It soothes you just as much as it excites you. Perhaps you'll be a musician. You love to babble. You are already respectful and wait your turn to speak but when you "have the floor" it's hard to get you to stop talking. Perhaps you'll be a motivational speaker or a pastor. You love to smile. You have a most contagious smile and dare I say become thee cutest baby ever when you flash a big gummy smile. Perhaps you'll be a model. You love to observe your surroundings. You follow objects, lights, and sound. You are becoming very attentive. Perhaps you'll be a photographer or a police officer. You love the outdoors and enjoy stroller rides in the park. You aren't a big fan of the wind but love taking in the sights and sounds of the outdoors. Perhaps you'll be world traveler. 
Perhaps you will be something different all together. But for now, you are my sweet little 2 month old baby. My little sweet pea. Colin's "little punky" which he claims is Elias in Spanish. Daddy's little buddy. You are my Elias Graham. My sweet sweet chubby faced boy, whom I adore more than anything in this world. Love Always,
Mommy
The whole family went to a Whitecaps game on Sunday. It was a perfect day for a game and we had fantastic in the shade seats. Thanks Jason and Janna for putting this together!
It's late and I have a lot on my mind. I've had a lot on my mind period lately. You know those big life altering ideas, questions, problems. Mix in my last week of maternity leave and you may or may not get a big emotional basket case.
I don't even know how it happened. I don't remember how my thoughts transitioned anymore. But somehow as I was holding my Graham, my thoughts turned to my other Gram; my Grandma. I could see her perfectly. Sitting in her green chair at Sunset. The radio blaring as she listened to one of Uncle Bob's church services. I could hear her voice.
Then cue the tears.
I wanted to hear her voice talk about him. I could hear the conversation. She'd asked if he was a good baby as her wrinkly old manicured hands rubbed his round bald head. I'd tell that he's a great baby; he's calm, sweet, incredibly smiley, and a great sleeper. She asked how many times he wakes up during the night. When I tell her once, sometimes not at all, she'd call me "giiiiiiiiiiiirl" and tell me how lucky I am while Elias squeezed her finger. And somewhere between talking about the new love of my life and her talking about how she didn't like the newborn stage with her kids, she'd remind Colin that there is a red car somewhere in the cabinet drawer that he could play with. I could envision the whole visit. Where's she'd insist we take home the extra cookie she took from dinner or soft orange she had lying around and somehow we always seem to 'forget' to grab on our way out. The visit where she'd say her oxygen tubes were scaring the boys and want to take them out. The visit that would end with her cold wrinkly hands on my face giving me a kiss and her telling me that she loved me and that she prays for not only me but all her kids, grandkids, great grandkids, great great grandkids including now Elias. She'd hug and kiss all 4 of us and we'd walk out into the significantly cooler hallway.
But that visit isn't going to happen anywhere other than in my head and in this blog. As we are nearly the one year mark, I am grateful that I can still see her face and hear her voice but can't help but be a little sad that my Graham won't know my Gram.
Least not here on this earth and knowing that they will one day meet each other in heaven makes it all just a little bit easier.
I don't even know how it happened. I don't remember how my thoughts transitioned anymore. But somehow as I was holding my Graham, my thoughts turned to my other Gram; my Grandma. I could see her perfectly. Sitting in her green chair at Sunset. The radio blaring as she listened to one of Uncle Bob's church services. I could hear her voice.
Then cue the tears.
I wanted to hear her voice talk about him. I could hear the conversation. She'd asked if he was a good baby as her wrinkly old manicured hands rubbed his round bald head. I'd tell that he's a great baby; he's calm, sweet, incredibly smiley, and a great sleeper. She asked how many times he wakes up during the night. When I tell her once, sometimes not at all, she'd call me "giiiiiiiiiiiirl" and tell me how lucky I am while Elias squeezed her finger. And somewhere between talking about the new love of my life and her talking about how she didn't like the newborn stage with her kids, she'd remind Colin that there is a red car somewhere in the cabinet drawer that he could play with. I could envision the whole visit. Where's she'd insist we take home the extra cookie she took from dinner or soft orange she had lying around and somehow we always seem to 'forget' to grab on our way out. The visit where she'd say her oxygen tubes were scaring the boys and want to take them out. The visit that would end with her cold wrinkly hands on my face giving me a kiss and her telling me that she loved me and that she prays for not only me but all her kids, grandkids, great grandkids, great great grandkids including now Elias. She'd hug and kiss all 4 of us and we'd walk out into the significantly cooler hallway.
But that visit isn't going to happen anywhere other than in my head and in this blog. As we are nearly the one year mark, I am grateful that I can still see her face and hear her voice but can't help but be a little sad that my Graham won't know my Gram.
Least not here on this earth and knowing that they will one day meet each other in heaven makes it all just a little bit easier.
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