One Month!

It's hard to believe Easton is already a month old (as of last Sunday). He's a pretty easy going baby; he doesn't cry very much. One of the nurses said he just protests. He does spit up a lot though. I had to change my shirt 5 times today.

He doesn't like to be swaddled and prefers to sleep on his belly. Last night he slept 5.5 hours straight, so we are getting there!
When I hold him on my chest, he usually holds my shirt sleeve with one hand and my collar with the other hand. He's so stinkin precious.

(This was his first bath two weeks ago-not too thrilled about it. He likes them now)

Arden absolutely loves him. She calls him baby brudder and Heaton.


She wants to hold him all the time and she races me upstairs when he wakes up saying, "no Mommy! Auden get him!" "I change his biper" "I carry him, mommy!"
The first couple of weeks, when Derek or I would hold Easton and kiss his head, Arden thought we were smelling his hair and would always say, "me too! I smell baby's hair too!" Now she knows and always asks to "kiss head mommy?"

When she talks to him, she uses an extremely high pitched voice and says things like, "awww cute baby!" "tiny feet!" "Hi baby! so little!"
I'm still scared to venture out in public alone, but yesterday we went to my dad's. That counts for something, right? I've been craving a BLT, so I just might have to go out today.


I never made it out today...bit of a crazy day in this place.

Life Goes On

Remember that show? Anyway...

*Derek's parents were here to help out when Easton was born and when they left, that first day I had to wake up alone with two kids, I was quite scared(just because I was so tired- and still am!!) but we made it! I strapped Easton onto me in my Mei Tai (which he absolutely loves) and we made it....and still are. While they were here and helping with Arden, I slept as much as possible, but for some reason the extra sleep I saved up, didn't really last. hmm...
*My feet are still swollen and I still have pain in my pelvis and can't lay on my sides, but that's OK.
*One week after Easton was born my Grandma (Mom's mom) died. Very unexpectedly, very tragically, very shocking. It's actually hard for me to believe. What really got to me was when my mom called me and told me that she had an 'it's a boy!' card on her counter. You know, that she had been thinking of us recently. She was pretty young, definitely young acting and very spunky and funny. I think I'm still in shock. I have only told two of my best friends about it.

(Thanksgiving 2006)
*I wish my bestest friend didn't live so far so we could hang out every day. I hate that I don't see her often, but I love that I can talk to her about anything. Oh, and I got her to start a blog. Yay!
*Just today, my Grandmother (Dad's mom) had to be moved to an assisted living center for rehab after spending the week in the hospital. We are hoping she gets better and gets to go home.
*Hanson. I loved them when I was younger and I still do. I love their new single, "Give A Little" (It's on my little music player so go listen). Back when they were the stuff...I was maybe 13 or 14....and a local radio station was giving away tickets for a free concert Hanson was going to be doing. My mom took my neighbor and me downtown at 3AM so we could wait in line {or actually sleep on the side walk} with a thousand others to get tickets. I think they started to give them away at 8AM. It was fun and I'll never forget it. Do you remember how Zac, the drummer wore his hair in the tiny dreadlocks? Well Ashley spent something like EIGHT hours doing that to my hair. It felt really cool.
*Arden is apparently bored and needs play dates.

The Name Game

A long long time ago....like back in November....we were at a hockey game with some friends and during the game, I turned to Derek and said, "If this is a boy, his name is going to be Easton Warner." He looked a little confused and asked me where I got the name Warner from. Ha!
When the name Easton came to mind, I remember going downstairs and asking Derek what he thought. He said that he had just thought of that name too. I was trying to get a name that had to do with hockey, and my favorite players names just weren't doing it for me, then it hit me that my hockey stick brand was Easton (all of my other gear is Reebok and that just wasn't going to work) and that with our love of hockey, it would be perfect. (It's also nice that there are plenty of clothing items with the name on them so I don't have to worry about paying for monogramming or personalizing clothes =). Actually the rink I play at has some pretty cool Easton shirts and jackets.
We went round and round with the middle name....Derek liked William and I did too, but I didn't think it flowed well with Easton and liked Warner much better. My mom finally told me that I should just let Derek choose the middle name (not that he really let me choose the first name-he hates my top choices). So I said OK fine I'll let him pick it. My guess is that after all the pain I went through, he felt bad, or he felt bad for laughing at me in labor and chose Warner as an 'I'm sorry' =).
Warner is my Great Uncle's middle name. He was one of the greatest men I know. He was creative, funny, witty and smart. He was a pilot and in the Marines.
Everyone in his town seemed to know him. When we went somewhere, it never failed; there was always at least one person who knew him.
When I was 11 or 12, I got to spend two weeks over the summer with him and my Aunt Jewel and I was in heaven. We made a lot of fun stuff from junk, Aunt Jewel taught me how to make apple pie and Uncle George taught me how to eat it =), did a lot of four wheeling up the mountain (and of course my first time driving the four wheeler up, I almost died. Luckily my cousin Josh was riding with me and stretched his leg to reach the brake JUST before we went off the side of the cliff- yes, one wheel was off the ground and over the edge. Uncle George made me get off and ride with him while Josh took over the driving!)

One of my only pictures of me with Uncle George (and unfortunately it's blurry):


He passed away when I was 13.
Here's to you Uncle George!