Once upon a time on Zach’s two month old birthday, he
decided to make it an epic and memorable experience. Or rather, he decided to pay back his parents
for making him get not one but two shots that day. So here’s what he did.
Around 4 in the afternoon, Tommy went running for an hour and I
laid down with Zach in our bed for a nap. Tommy
came home and like most men after exercising, needed a shower.
Zach was still sleeping and like any mom of a two month old, I still
hadn’t showered so I decided to hop in with him. I know this may seem graphic, but trust me
this is all part of the story. When we
were done I asked Tommy to check on Zach.
Not ten seconds later I heard Zach screaming as though he was getting
his shots again. So I ran in to see what
was wrong. As I was headed toward our
bedroom, I heard the door knock. So
there we are both in nothing but our towels, Zach screaming, and someone’s at
the door. Tommy shouts over the cries of
our child to send whoever’s there away as he proceeds to change Zach’s diaper.
So I go to the door and ask, “Who is it?”
“It’s Gary and Donna May!”
Great, of all the people to knock,
it’s the only people we can’t send away since they are Tommy’s parents and they
live about 35 minutes away.
“One moment!” I say and hope that the
sound of Zach’s cries are enough of an explanation. So back into the bedroom I run and tell Tommy
his parents are there and so I take Zach to feed him while Tommy gets dressed
and lets his parents in. In my panic
to sooth my screaming child, I neglect to put any clothes on because again, he
is screaming bloody murder that I’ve only heard when he’s been in true pain. Tommy didn't waste any time putting Zach’s pants
back on and just passed him onto me. Okay
good, I'm on the bed, Zach’s eating in nothing but his onsie, Tommy’s taking
care of his parents and I’m still naked, no problem.
So I’m feeding Zach and listening
to the conversation going on in the living room.
Tommy’s parents just bought a new car and wanted to stop by to show it
to us and get a pizza to celebrate. Then
Zach starts wiggling a little bit, but I know he’s not done. Then I hear it before I see it. Zach poops his pants but remember he doesn’t
have pants on so out of the diaper it comes from the leg part and into the air!
No kidding, I saw the poop fly! Sadly,
some lands on my leg and worse, my body pillow (any one who knows me
appreciates the tragedy that this is).
But I have no time to mourn because poop is still oozing fast and I have
to catch it before it gets on any more pillows or our sheets. That’s right ladies and gentlemen, I caught
the poop in my hand!
“Tommy!!!” I yell. He comes running in and of course freezes
because that’s a sight to walk in on. I
grab a diaper to mop up some of the mess off of Zach’s leg while Tommy looks
for the wipes in our room. He panics
because he has no idea where they are, even though they are always in the same
place. Except for today, of course. At this very important moment they are instead
sitting in the bathroom because Zach had a shower earlier that day. Tommy grabs Zach to clean him off out in the
living room and leaves me to clean up myself in our bedroom.
I look for something to wipe my
hand off with but all I see is my white towel – yeah, fat chance I’m going to
use that. So my thought process turns
to, “Okay, what to do? What to do? Nursing pads? No, not big enough. Another diaper? No, we’ve already used one,
let’s not waste precious resources (Seriously Chelsea?) Yes, seriously.” So I wrap a towel around me and announce, “Tommy,
I’m coming out!” And run into the bathroom for my second shower in an hour. So there you have it. I hope you enjoyed the story and I should tell you that I was laughing the whole time and our sheets were saved. Although I still shudder to think what I would have done had Tommy not been there. He is my hero.
Moving on, Zach has completely changed as a baby! From the videos on the post right before this one you can see he has begun to talk and coo. Last Saturday he really started enjoying being put down in his bouncer. He just looks around and coos and kicks his legs and punches his fists in the air a lot. It makes life so much more manageable when you're not constantly having to carry him around. Plus, he's smiling and babbling which is so fun and adorable! He has also grown a whole 2 lbs this last month which is amazing! But at 9 lbs 13 oz, he's still only in the 11% for his weight which means he's just a little guy. He's 23 inches long though and that puts him in the 54% for height. This makes Zach a thinner baby but I'm seeing the rolls start to turn up which I am excited for.
I love chubby babies, which makes my niece Delainie that much cuter to me. Below you'll find more pictures of Zach and I thought I'd share a picture or two of Delainie since she's grown so much already! And I'd like to give a shout out to my other sister Shellie who is 37 weeks preggers and has a tummy way t0o big for her to be having to carry around for much longer - You're almost there!!!! Sorry my posts often end up being a novel, but I love to talk and with no one to interrupt me, I end up going for a long time. Hope you all enjoy the pictures and video!
I just love what he does after I say "sausage and eggs?" I apologize for my silly conversation and also that it's not a good angle, Zach get's distracted by looking at the phone and forgets to perform.
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| I love her hip pop! |
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| She's standing?! So crazy! |
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| She loves her grandpa! |
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| Zach taking a moment between crying for a picture to send to mommy who was at work |
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| He's big enough for the baby bjorn and loves to look around! |
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| Rockin' the tie. Probably our favorite picture of him to date |
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| We contemplated leaving him in this for his pajamas because we couldn't bear the thought of taking him out of this outfit |
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| What a smile! I LOVE MY LITTLE MAN! |
