These videos aren't super recent...I think they were from about a month ago.
But they are still funny.
I found them while I was cleaning out my camera role.
I forgot Henry had taken them.
Just ignore the part where Henry shows me...
I promise I haven't given up on life- even if it looks like I have....braless in a nightgown....
Bence was too funny to not post it.

P.S. (thanks for checking in. I haven't  had a whole lot of time to comment on other blogs, but I've been keeping up! Unbeknownst to you, you've probably kept me highly entertained in the wee hours of the morning while trying rock mr. Fusspot to sleep!)

For your viewing pleasure....

Motherhood is awesome. Best job ever.

'Nuff said.

Just a midweek post....

I just have some pictures to share.
Most of them taken in the wee hours of the morning.
For some reason, that's when I get the best ones!

Enjoy!

the reality of motherhood

this week has been eye-opening.

i wasn't ever naive enough to think that motherhood would always be sweet smelling babies cooing and smiling all the time...

but i wasn't quite prepared for my little man to have- (as my dad would say)-"a piss-poor attitude about life."

(a comment he made about me in a family video from yesteryear)

this was what Sunday night, Monday, Monday night, and part of Tuesday looked like:

....in other words--baby cuss words.

At first i thought it was just colic or purple crying, whatever you want to call it.

I think this is why people say first babies survive their parents and subsequent children survive their siblings...

sometime Tuesday morning I had the bright idea that Bence might just be hungry, even though he had just eaten.

Usually if he seems frantic after eating I try to give him a pacifier first since it's usually just gas (or burps) and eating more just makes things worse.

Not this time.

Turns out he was just hungry.

Really hungry.

In fact, you'd think he hadn't eaten in ages the way he was carrying on.

I had no idea that in one day he would go from eating 4 oz every  four hours to eating 6 oz every two to three hours. 

Poor little guy was just hungry!

Needless to say I feel like a terrible mother, but now little buddy is much happier.

The rest of the week he has looked like this....

....In other words...angelic.

Christmas Card Bloopers

Last night we took pictures of Little Buddy for our Christmas Cards.

We had some that turned out pretty good- and a lot that turned out...not so good.

After less than ten minutes of putting Bence in a cute little Christmas-y outfit 

(compliments of Nana)

 he had successfully spit up all over himself in three different places. 

Somehow his feet were included in the cheesy-ness.

 I also found a huge wet spot right on the appliqued Santa Face that happened to be on the butt of his pants. Turns out Mommy didn't poke certain parts down-so although his diaper was completely dry, his little pants were soaked. 

this was the reasoning behind the "nice" pictures being black and white- you can't see all the wet spots!

We thought we'd share some of the "blooper" pictures.

 This way sending Christmas cards isn't completely redundant.

He really doesn't like looking in the direction of the camera.

He also really likes to make his clothes a mess whenever we want him to look presentable. 

This was round two of trying to take pictures.

Round one followed lunchtime and a bath (both of which he made it through without disaster)

until i put his top on. 

i think there is a baby-jinx on clean clothes.

oh well!

we had fun, and Christmas cards are ordered and on their way.

(they may even be on time this year!)

Beautiful Baby!

Sorry if you've looked in on the old blog in the last day or so.

For some reason, all my pictures were deleted.

I'm not sure why.

So I spent the last few hours re-uploading every picture for every post that I have ever made.

It kind of made me hate blogger.

But in all actuality, it was probably something I did to mess it up.

oh well.

So now that everything is updated and spiffy again

I figured I might as well post some more pictures.

Because I can't get enough of my sweet baby I figured you couldn't either.

These are just a few that I took in the early hours of the morning.

He was making such cute little gas faces.

and his little eyes would roll back every few minutes as though he were really enjoying himself.

I just thought it was too cute. 

so here they are.

I just love this little man!

Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving was great this year.

Nana flew out all the way from Pennsylvania to see our favorite little buddy. 

Needless to say, she had a really hard time leaving...

Bence will be six weeks this upcoming Thursday, and he is getting bigger everyday.He is almost too big for some of his newborn clothes and has moved up to size 1 diapers. 

When we weighed him on Monday

(his actual due date)

he was about 8 lbs 2 oz. 

I'm thinking it was a good thing he came so early--

he would have been a big baby. 

Just like his Mommy and Daddy, he overate on Thanksgiving day--he put away 6 ounces in one sitting..

...and then spit up most of it an hour later. 

I guess he has plenty of time to learn about moderation.

 Mommy has finally figured out what ques to look for when Bence is actually hungry and when he just wants to suck on something for comfort. 

He has been less and less fussy now that his little tummy is settled and he is used to his formula. 

We've also discovered another miracle of modern science: gas drops! 

I'm not sure if they actually make him less gassy or if he just likes the taste. 

He stops screaming the minute he has the syringe in his mouth and furrows his little eyebrows

--like we've thrown him for a loop--

 It must taste quite different from milk, but judging from the smacking noises he makes with his little lips, I think he likes it.  

(We're making sure he's environmentally aware from a young age)

Nana also made a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner for us.

Uncle Cory came too.

We also got a visit from the Greats

(Grandparents that is)

Sadly...the one picture with all three together shows them with their eyes closed....

It must be genetic.

All around  it was pretty awesome.

The next morning I got to eat a Marie Calender's Chocolate Ribbon Pie for breakfast.

It doesn't get a whole lot better than that. 

Until you add this little guy to the mix...

then things are just even more perfect!

4 Weeks

Bence is five weeks old. (almost)

It's hard to believe that he should still (technically) be in utero, at least until Monday.

He has already grown so much and developed such a funny little personality.

At his last doctors appointment he tipped the scales at just over 7 lbs.

He went up two pounds in just over a week.

He makes Henry and I laugh everyday. 

He has the most extensive range of facial expressions I've ever witnessed and he is so vocal.

Henry and I have already decided that it's virtually impossible that he will be as quiet as Hirum; at least if carries on the way he has so far.

Here are some of the things he really likes at this point in his young life:

Being snuggled

eating

sleeping with a bright light

eating

being swaddled 

his binkie

eating

sleeping

and eating some more....

Some of the things he hasn't taken too kindly to are...

pooping/constipation

gas

wet burps

bad dreams

being wet

baths (at least when he gets water in his mouth--he's fine until his face is wet)

Life can be rough for an infant. When I watch Bence drag his little nails down his face (nearly gouging out his eyes in the process) as he *hemhem* does his business, I can't help but feel lucky that it's not such an ordeal when I go to the bathroom. 

There have also been a few times that he's had such explosive gas it wakes him out of a sound sleep--and then he cries because he's so startled. 

We've also noticed that when he gets really hungry, he gets a little frantic.

He'll open his mouth as wide as he can, and shake his head from side to side as fast as he can.

it makes me laugh because he's already impatient.

Overall he has been a happy baby. He has the sweetest little smile, and I swear he's even laughed in his sleep. (He is still doing his goat-man impression from time-to-time)

Sometimes I can't help but watch him while he naps; he's just such a cute little man. Now I understand why my Nana loved squeezing babies so much. It scares me that he's already growing up so fast. I wish I could slow it down a little.

....remember those facial expressions I mentioned before?...

He has stolen my heart! 

(life doesn't get better than this)