Our baby boy is getting big! Complete with his mid-arm fat lines, some hard-to-clean thigh rolls, and a nice pudge tummy, he is such a squeezable little cherub. We love every ounce of him, especially that pudge tummy. We estimate he’s rockin 13 pounds at this point, and we are looking forward to his 2 month visit on Friday where we’ll get the official score.
He’s definitely growing and definitely changing. He is an active baby – always wanting to be bounced, to be talked to, to look at your face, to look around the room, to hear dad’s fake laugh, to hear mom fake sing, to ride in the stroller, to ride in the car, to kick in the bath… basically, he likes attention (no surprise). And he’s had a lot of it!
The Gothmans, our expert babysitters, watched him again while Joshua and I thankfully got a date night to see The Help (the book is SO much better). Dallas had an unexpected downpour that night (we had forgotten what rain looked like in Texas) just as we were parking which left us soaked as we tried to dry off with napkins from the dine-in theatre. But date nights are treasured regardless! Tressan had his first trip to Celina, TX to see Deion Sanders’ new paint job on his Aladdin-ish mansion and Grandma and Grandpa Briones and the Reimanns, and we got a look at the swingset Grandpa got for the kids as they grow. I see many forts and obstacle courses in the grandkids’ future. We truly enjoyed dinner with the Tripletts, Theresa, and Justin here at the house… something we have been planning since July! Tressan made his rounds at Ursuline. I’ve learned a few things in my years teaching at an all-girls’ high school: you can’t sneak in babies, boys, or cake. It’s like the girls have a sixth sense for these things when they come through the door. Last week T got a playdate invite to the Arboretum. Beth and I drove with Kennedy and Tressan in the backseat (a vision into their dating years?). We got to “play” with the Blackwells, the Thompsons, the Bradys, the Dodges. The kiddos were so cute getting their pictures taken in the piles of pumpkins. Tressan was so tired on the way home and cried when the car stopped. Beth would approach red lights going 2 miles an hour from 40 feet back so as to not stop the car completely (I love the common things parents do to keep baby happy). We also feasted on Omaha Steak cuisine with the Everetts, treats provided by Joshua’s work when baby T was born. We appreciate having our friends as neighbors more and more each day. Finally, Tressan earned his wings as he flew to St. Louis this past weekend.
Some of you know I have an irrational fear of planes since a Honduras flight a few years back and I mentally keep record of every news report of a plane going down. In a way, I actually prefer a 10-hour car ride to the 1.5 hour flight. It’s a control thing, I’m sure. So while the other passengers were busy cramming luggage and gearing up ipods, I gave Tressan a temporary 5-second baptism with my Dasani bottle. You think I’m kidding, but I’m not. Maybe it’s a sign that I studied too much theology to know that can be legit. It’s probably more of a sign that I’m a flying phobic mess. Well, we survived and there wasn’t a minute of turbulence either way. Tressan flew like a champ. You feed him and he is happy. Just like a boy. He also pulls hair. Just like a boy.
It had been almost six weeks since Grandma and Grandpa Hahn had seen him. We wanted to surprise my Dad and couldn’t believe that my Mom actually managed to keep it from him a whole week. He walked in the house and was told that a birthday gift arrived for him – turns out that birthday gift was our 2-month bundle propped up on the couch. Mom said she has never seen him more surprised. The trip seemed like a marathon of visiting beginning with the Brauners who are expecting their little one in February, and also including St. Trinity, Great Aunt Barb, and Grandpa Hahn’s work. I asked Great Aunt Barb if it was weird being a Great Aunt. She said, no she’s always been great! We agree. We have to give special thanks to the Talbott cousins (and Tina) for the lucky Cardinals socks. We call them his happy feet. Our lucky baby has them on again today for the fourth day in a row. Whatever it takes for this Wild Card! (Note lucky socks in picture.)
Other things on the homefront… I got through the fear of starting over and took up running again. It really is a “happy place” for me. Running with the jogging stroller, well the concept is a happy thing but holy guacamole it’s more tough then I would have guessed (this is coming from a girl who finds it difficult to run with keys or a water bottle in my hands). We will get there, one mile at a time. Joshua and I love the new show Up All Night. We also love that our baby is no longer up all night (hitting about 6 hours regularly). The Briones family is celebrating the arrival of Tressan’s 2nd cousin, baby Royceton Llanas, born this afternoon! And lastly, Tressan’s real baptism will be October 29 around 3:30pm at St. Ann Catholic Church in Coppell. We prefer the priest/deacon kind.
I close with four recent thoughts on motherhood…
1. Why do they not tell you how to put a carseat in shopping cart? (Had to call husband for this, thank you internet)
2. I’ve never heard Tressan cry like he did the day the batteries in the swing died. Personal goal: Never let the swing batteries die again.
3. I’m a believer when it comes to Oxyclean.
4. These are the best days of my life. Thanks, Joshua and Tressan!
He’s definitely growing and definitely changing. He is an active baby – always wanting to be bounced, to be talked to, to look at your face, to look around the room, to hear dad’s fake laugh, to hear mom fake sing, to ride in the stroller, to ride in the car, to kick in the bath… basically, he likes attention (no surprise). And he’s had a lot of it!
The Gothmans, our expert babysitters, watched him again while Joshua and I thankfully got a date night to see The Help (the book is SO much better). Dallas had an unexpected downpour that night (we had forgotten what rain looked like in Texas) just as we were parking which left us soaked as we tried to dry off with napkins from the dine-in theatre. But date nights are treasured regardless! Tressan had his first trip to Celina, TX to see Deion Sanders’ new paint job on his Aladdin-ish mansion and Grandma and Grandpa Briones and the Reimanns, and we got a look at the swingset Grandpa got for the kids as they grow. I see many forts and obstacle courses in the grandkids’ future. We truly enjoyed dinner with the Tripletts, Theresa, and Justin here at the house… something we have been planning since July! Tressan made his rounds at Ursuline. I’ve learned a few things in my years teaching at an all-girls’ high school: you can’t sneak in babies, boys, or cake. It’s like the girls have a sixth sense for these things when they come through the door. Last week T got a playdate invite to the Arboretum. Beth and I drove with Kennedy and Tressan in the backseat (a vision into their dating years?). We got to “play” with the Blackwells, the Thompsons, the Bradys, the Dodges. The kiddos were so cute getting their pictures taken in the piles of pumpkins. Tressan was so tired on the way home and cried when the car stopped. Beth would approach red lights going 2 miles an hour from 40 feet back so as to not stop the car completely (I love the common things parents do to keep baby happy). We also feasted on Omaha Steak cuisine with the Everetts, treats provided by Joshua’s work when baby T was born. We appreciate having our friends as neighbors more and more each day. Finally, Tressan earned his wings as he flew to St. Louis this past weekend.
Some of you know I have an irrational fear of planes since a Honduras flight a few years back and I mentally keep record of every news report of a plane going down. In a way, I actually prefer a 10-hour car ride to the 1.5 hour flight. It’s a control thing, I’m sure. So while the other passengers were busy cramming luggage and gearing up ipods, I gave Tressan a temporary 5-second baptism with my Dasani bottle. You think I’m kidding, but I’m not. Maybe it’s a sign that I studied too much theology to know that can be legit. It’s probably more of a sign that I’m a flying phobic mess. Well, we survived and there wasn’t a minute of turbulence either way. Tressan flew like a champ. You feed him and he is happy. Just like a boy. He also pulls hair. Just like a boy.
It had been almost six weeks since Grandma and Grandpa Hahn had seen him. We wanted to surprise my Dad and couldn’t believe that my Mom actually managed to keep it from him a whole week. He walked in the house and was told that a birthday gift arrived for him – turns out that birthday gift was our 2-month bundle propped up on the couch. Mom said she has never seen him more surprised. The trip seemed like a marathon of visiting beginning with the Brauners who are expecting their little one in February, and also including St. Trinity, Great Aunt Barb, and Grandpa Hahn’s work. I asked Great Aunt Barb if it was weird being a Great Aunt. She said, no she’s always been great! We agree. We have to give special thanks to the Talbott cousins (and Tina) for the lucky Cardinals socks. We call them his happy feet. Our lucky baby has them on again today for the fourth day in a row. Whatever it takes for this Wild Card! (Note lucky socks in picture.)
Other things on the homefront… I got through the fear of starting over and took up running again. It really is a “happy place” for me. Running with the jogging stroller, well the concept is a happy thing but holy guacamole it’s more tough then I would have guessed (this is coming from a girl who finds it difficult to run with keys or a water bottle in my hands). We will get there, one mile at a time. Joshua and I love the new show Up All Night. We also love that our baby is no longer up all night (hitting about 6 hours regularly). The Briones family is celebrating the arrival of Tressan’s 2nd cousin, baby Royceton Llanas, born this afternoon! And lastly, Tressan’s real baptism will be October 29 around 3:30pm at St. Ann Catholic Church in Coppell. We prefer the priest/deacon kind.
I close with four recent thoughts on motherhood…
1. Why do they not tell you how to put a carseat in shopping cart? (Had to call husband for this, thank you internet)
2. I’ve never heard Tressan cry like he did the day the batteries in the swing died. Personal goal: Never let the swing batteries die again.
3. I’m a believer when it comes to Oxyclean.
4. These are the best days of my life. Thanks, Joshua and Tressan!
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