Our Little Cudger Muffin Curmudgeon

Realistically, this blog is pretty much gonna revolve around that baby man pictured above. Lil Baldy McGurglePants. And before you go assuming that I call my baby derogatory names all the time, let me assure you that he's very proud of both his hairline and especially of the copious messes he can make in his pants. He'll be 2 months in just under a week and I guess I should go over some of the highlights thus far. He was born in the Mt Timpanogus hospital at 8:30 pm 4/13/2010 and was 7 pounds 13 ounces and 20 inches long. He was jaundiced and as a result was too tired to eat much...and eating a whole bunch in the best way to get rid of jaundice so that was a bit of a problem. Another thing that helps is sun exposure so we focused on that route.




I kept worrying that he'd get sunburned because I foolishly assumed that his skin was similarly susceptible to the sun like mine is. Luckily, Ryan's genetics came through like a champ and although Locke's only 1/4 hispanic, he could pass for full blown. It turns out I was the only person getting burned while we were out sunning him. All that laying out in the sun sure tuckered him out though...here he is all conked out after a 30 min session.

Oh and it turns out that nursing is no breeze. Well...not for some people anyways. We went through over a month of him not really wanting or not being able to nurse and having to pump every time I nursed then give it to him in the bottle (luckily my friend Alexis loaned me her super fancy electric pump. it was a total lifesaver), cracked/bleeding boobs, getting mastitis at least once a week -- my mom's an expert on it though and I was always able to fix it early with her help before it became a problem -- clogged ducts...the list goes on. But finally. Finally it seems to have paid off. We're both getting a handle on it and I'm starting to see first hand how nice nursing can be. Phew. So far I'd say it was totally worth it.

Hmm...let's see. The little man is usually pretty furious unless he's out on walks, as is illustrated here with his grandpa:


lol I just realized that he doesn't look super pumped in that picture but trust me, he was.

When he's inside, he's usually got this perpetually traumatized look on his face, it's pretty hilarious.


So basically, we go for lots of walks. Which is totally fine by me. While I was pregnant with him, I researched all the baby carriers online till I found the one that would work best, hoping that I'd be out and about walking or hiking with him every day. So I'm pretty excited that he seems to love the outdoors so far.


Both of his grandmas and grandpas love spoiling him and are always making sure he has EVERYTHING that a baby's supposed to have or could ever maybe possibly want. This boy is certainly not gonna go without, that's for sure. I took some cute pictures of Ryan's parents cuddling the little tyke but I can't seem to find them...maybe they're on their camera? I'll have to investigate but in the meantime, here he is with grandma Anderson.



And with Daddy
And here he's modeling the shirt that grandma and grandpa Elkins got him.



...and here's him just looking like a stud...


Oh and the latest news is that he's started smiling pretty regularly. His first smile was around 5 weeks but they've been pretty sparse up until a little over a week ago. He's a very particular young man and it can be tricky to figure out just what it is that he wants, but when you can make him happy, it's totally worth it.