moving on up

So Max has officially graduated to size 3 diapers.  I don't know why this is such a big deal to me, but I feel like he isn't a little baby anymore.  For the past couple of days whenever you sit him on your lap, he has been lifting his head up and trying to sit up.  Although he is really far from being able to do it on his own, it's so cute to watch him try.  He also has been talking a lot more, and blowing raspberries, and he is enjoying tummy time now instead of it being something that he hates.  I can't believe how much he has changed in just a week.   It makes me sad to think that I have to go back to work next week and possibly start missing some of his firsts.  I hope he saves them for when I am home.  I'm only working three days a week, but I still feel like I'm going to miss so much.  When I went back to work when Wyatt was three months old, he was already rolling over.  So I guess in that way, Max is a little behind his brother.  Max hasn't even tried to roll over yet, but that doesn't bother me.   I know now that as soon as they get mobile and can roll around and start crawling, then they start getting into trouble.  So I'm fine with him being my little stationary baby for now.

riding bikes....what the mckenzie boys do best

Since it was 93 degrees outside today, we went outside at night when it was a little cooler.  Wyatt loves to ride his bikes out in front of our driveway, and usually Shane hangs out with him while he is riding, but we all joined in the fun tonight.  Max loves being outside too, and I don't want to jinx myself or anything, but he had a really good night tonight, so (cross my fingers) I'm hoping he is starting to get over the colic.  He was really happy all night and talking and cooing at everybody.

We set him on Wyatt's big wheel, just to give him a feel for it.  Since he is a Mckenzie boy, he is bound to end up riding a bike.  And he better start now, so he can keep up with his older brother and his daddy.

Wyatt loves riding all of his bikes, although he still hasn't learned how to pedal yet.  Which is why he likes his motorcycle so much, because its more of a balance bike and there aren't any pedals, he just pushes himself around on it.

And, as usual, Shane spent most of the time that we were all outside talking on his phone.  VERY ANNOYING! But hey, I can't complain, because at least he was home with us, right?

live, laugh, love....and drool

wisdom teeth, and their many ways to cause pain

So I got my wisdom teeth pulled yesterday, and the whole experience was extremely painful, and even today I'm still in a lot of pain.  I was lucky enough to have my sister and Shane to help me out yesterday, but I'm all alone today.  We will see how it goes.

Double fisting it

Max has recently discovered his fists and how much fun it is to try to shove both of them in his mouth.  Its actually really funny to watch, because he looks like he is concentrating so hard.  

well-baby checks always turn into baby not so well

Well-baby checks....who invented them?  And while we are on that subject, who invented giving more tiny little helpless babies shots?  It's the most horrible thing in the world to watch, and I stood there, utterly useless, nothing in my mommy powers could make the shots not hurt my poor little chunkers.  He was just lying there, happy as can be, until the nurse shoved not one, not two, but three large needles into his tiny little thighs.  The first thing he did was to look at me completely shocked, like "why are you letting them do this to me, mommy?"  And then burst into tears.   I felt horrible.  But it was over just as fast as it started, and I'm sure by now the only reminder he has of the horrific event is a sore muscle in his leg from the tetanus shot. My poor, little pumpkin :(

The good news from the appointment is that he is now 24 inches long and weighs 13 pounds.  He is in the 75th percentile for his height, weight, and head circumference.  And I did manage to remember all the questions I had for the doctor,  and I left there feeling reassured.  I just hope that my colicky little guy doesn't have a rough night tonight.

spending time with my little one

As much as I love having two kids, I also love the moments when I get to have one-on-one time with my boys.  When Wyatt is taking his nap, I love just holding Max and staring into his beautiful big blue eyes.  I know I need to cherish these moments because before I know it, he is going to be a little terror just like his brother.  It's sad to think he will never be this small again, just like Wyatt will never be two again (I think I am less sad about that).  What's even sadder to me is the fact that I will never have a newborn of my own to take care of again.  Shane and I have both decided that as of right now, we are more than happy with our two little boys.  Maybe someday, ten years down the line, we might decide to adopt a little girl, but as for our own biological children, this is it.   But I couldn't be happier right now.  I love the new addition to our family, he already fits right in.  Now I just have to figure out some way to stop time so he doesn't get any bigger.