Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Mason, David's Bday, Fathers Day

Happy Fathers Day to all our wonderful fathers, fathers-in-law, uncles, and grandfathers! We love you! I made David german pancakes for breakfast, but I didn't follow up on a few thoughtful gifts I had planned to give him--his best gift was probably Disney's Hercules that I had ordered a month earlier from online. I didn't even write him a note or give him a card. :( BUT the primary kids at church that I lead in singing time sang during sacrament meeting and it was really cute, we had a great lunch/dinner of steak, garlic bread, and asparagus.

Next sunday was David's 27th birthday--Hip Hip Hooray! David was a good sport that morning fixing french toast for breakfast while I tried to get Mason and myself ready for church. Other good meals included homemade pizza with pepperoni and shrimp, and I made him homemade chocolate chip cookies (his favorite dessert). I also picked him up donuts (also a favorite). Thank you for all the texts/notes/gifts/phone calls! He had a great birthday. I gave him two more Disney movies, Tarzan and The Kid. Manly movies to watch with Mason. I felt like I've done more for his bdays and Father's Days in the past, but we still had fun.


Reason why I have felt so helter-scelter: Mason hasn't been doing so hot on gaining weight. At his 4 month appointment, he had lost a pound from 2 months (closing in at 10.9 lbs) and was in the 0.5% for weight. We thought of Everything why he wasn't gaining weight--nipple confusion? diabetes? allergies? acid reflux disease? lactose intolerance? Anyway we were just beside ourselves for quite a few days and read and tried a Lot of different things, went in for a lot of weight checks, blood work, visits with several doctors, and he is finally starting to improve. This is what we have temporarily settled on: milk and soy protein are booted from Mason's and my diet (woof), he takes medication for acid reflux disease, and he gets about a third of his meals from high-calorie-mixed formula. The last time we went in for a weight check (Friday) he had gained almost a whole pound (11.8 lbs). It's been a lot of work (and I have felt terrible--I keep asking myself WHY didn't I notice/act sooner??) but he is looking so much better!

Mason a few days before 4 mo. appt.
Mason this past Sunday, checking out the way-cool bday card David's family sent him!
Don't his cheeks look a little fuller? Maybe? Yes?
PS David has been absolutely WONDERFUL throughout the whole crisis. It was a big comfort knowing that in the end, he would do everything he could to take care of us. He was positive, but really engaged in everything, going with me to doctors appointments, reading up on diseases/symptoms, making suggestions, helping me with feedings and more. Not the funnest thing to go through during Fathers Day/Bday, but he really is an amazing father and husband. Love you babe.

On a happier note: We got a bike trailer!

Might take a while for Mason to get used to it.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Mason's new roomie: King Kong

I put a spider trap in our basement and I like to check it every once in a while and this morning came across this big guy:

My heart stopped right there. EW ew ew ew ew ew EW!!

I showed it to Dave and he wouldn't even touch the box. We think it's a brown recluse.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Baby Mason


















In eight days, Mason will be 4 months old.

He loves his music and dancing-lights toy.

He is drooling a lot and starting to put things in his mouth.

He likes David to walk him around.

Aaaand while I'm waiting for pics to load, I'll just say I have been doing some spring cleaning lately. I don't know why I thought that things that got swept/bumped/dropped-and-rolled under the refrigerator disappear. Out of sight, out of mind. However, they indeed live on, preserved like items in a time capsule. I cleaned under the fridge and and oven yesterday and found little treasures of the past. Ex = Lemon heads: either culprits from the first-trimester-sickness days when trying to get the metallic taste out of my mouth, or from our Christmas gingerbread house.