Sunday, September 22, 2013

A Very Cute Story

First things first.  James can suck on his own toes.  Yup. 

Aaaannnnd when we are in the car he has figured out where mommy and daddy sit.  So, he plays peek-a-boo with himself by looking forward and then back at us.  All we have to do is smile and he giggles his head off.  

"The Cute Story" (as promised)

We decided to take the boat out on the lake Saturday.  Our picnic was packed, everything was loaded, and we were off on our adventure when Austin noticed the boat seemed to be rocking a little.  So, we stopped and he checked it out.  The boat trailer thingamabob was all gurgerated so we had to head home and figure it out.  Boating adventure cancelled.  

We decided to go to the splash pad instead.  (Here is the cute part) Austin explained that he had promised James we would go boating so we needed to go to the splash pad at the very least so that James wouldn't be too disappointed.  

He was dead serious. 

...and I fell in love with him all over again. 

Well James was either highly disapointed anyway or not in a splash pad mood because about three seconds after this picture was taken he started to bawl.  

So we watched a little league game instead.  

The End

Dinner Time!

While the rest of the country is awaiting brisk autumn months,  Arizona is starting to get bearable.  When Austin came home the other day James and I hadn't been out of the house all day and I informed him we were eating outside whether he liked it or not. :)  

It turned out to be very pleasant.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

So Where Are We Anyway?

I'll tell you.

James was born in Utah, then we piled our lives into the truck said goodbye to our apartment and the sweet family I babysat for and drove to Colorado.  Stayed there for the summer while Austin sold pest control and managed the team.  Then we did some more of this:

while dragging this behind us:

and arrived to Arizona, slightly soggy.

We are staying with my Aunt Cheryl who has been kind enough to take in our homeless family until we can get ourselves into a house.

This cute little ducky seems to like Arizona just fine.

We made a short pit stop in Cedar City and my super amazing photographer mom took some family pictures of us.

It just figures that in the picture we like the best of us, James is looking like I total goob.

James went swimming here in AZ for the first time.

At first he was VERY chill about the whole experience, but then he accidentally splashed himself in the face and burst into the biggest laughs we've heard yet.  

Oh yeah, and he is a BYU fan.  Kind of a squished BYU fan, but a little cougar none the less. :)

Reflecting: Almost Four Months of Motherhood

Highest of highs and lowest of lows.  That's what motherhood is.

There is nothing in the world more frustrating, mind numbing, and heartbreaking than unconsolable James.  Nothing more perfect, thrilling, and adorable than his laughter.

I knew being a mom would be fun, but I didn't know how bounce off the wall fantastic.  I knew it would be hard, but I didn't know how ouchy, cry your eyes out tough.

It's kind of hard to believe that four months ago James wasn't even born!  It seems like he has always been our little boy.  I guess in a way he always has been.

James is learning and growing right before my eyes.  I love squishing his tiny chubby hands.  He is grabbing at things now.  The other day I gave him a crumpled piece of paper and he ripped it in half!  :)  Austin's reaction: "now give him a phone book."

His fingernails grow so fast!  I can't keep up.  The only time to trim them is when he is sleeping because he is so wiggly, but I always forget and then he scratches up his sweet cubby legs or face or mouth.  When I finally do get those tiny paper thin scratchers clipped I feel like I just successfully performed a surgery.

Teething has begun.  yikes.  and if drooling were a sport, James would be the MVP.

He is becoming increasingly aware of my presence and he's not a huge fan of being alone.  He still isn't rolling over without help, but he manages to move his little body places anyway.  I set him on a blanket while I was working on a sewing project and somehow he scooted around and surprised me with his grabby little hands on my foot.

 The "hand snacking" continues.  

Aw yes.  Ladies and Gentlemen, James Luther Fife has officially discovered his feet.   

I sure love my bright eyed boy.  By the end of the day it's a relief to watch his droopy eyes settle down and his body relax, but by the time I get into my covers I already miss him and can't wait for another day.