One of my favorite faces in the whole world. And this is his, "No, you're trickin'" face. As in "Hey Blayne, how bout we don't go play outside, lets just go take a looooong nap." To which he replies, "Noooooo, you're trickin'..... Right?!?" I love it! I say crazy things all day long just to get him to make this face so I can smooch it. =)

Who's that rock star getting his teeth cleaned?? That would be Blayne (no autographs please) who already has loose teeth!! As in plural!! He's so excited. I'm a little bummed that my boy is big enough for all this. On the plus side, they still may not fall out for months. Whew!

How we spend our afternoons... Sawyer chilling in the yard while Blayne rides his bike. Talk about perfect! It's days like this that make me so grateful that I can stay home with my boys. =)

Laundry

It's stinky when it's dirty, a pain in the arse when it's clean...

But it occured to me today as I went through our 4 1/2 baskets of laundry over the weekend and cursed those stupid little onesies and sleeper thingies that never flip right side out the first time and I have to poke around the arm holes and leg holes making sure that everything lays flat and sorting Blayne's 14 outfit changes daily to put them up and un-velcroing Sawyer's bibs from every other item in said baskets that... There will come a day when I am only doing big boy laundry. When my boys are in high school or (gasp!) college or heaven help me when I am only doing grown up laundry, when it's just me and Sean again and we're down to like 1 load a week that I will long for this. I will miss those teeny tiny little outfits (that never fold right). I will miss Blayne wearing all those outfits in one day. I will miss searching for matching pairs of dirty, stinky socks all over the house just to wash and sort and fold and then do it all again the next day. I will miss being able to hold three days worth of clothes for Sawyer in one hand with room to spare. So while doing laundry is not my least favorite thing (that title would go to the dishes- I will never get sentimental about dishes... promise!) from here on out, I am going to try to enjoy it. I will breathe in that stinky little boy smell when I'm sorting and love it. I will (try to) not curse when folding baby stuff. I will enjoy every load so that when they are gone I won't look back and think that I let a little thing like laundry put me in a bad mood for even 5 minutes. I will find joy in the smallest things and seek joy in the annoying things. And I will soak up every minute with these amazing, beautiful, wonderful, joyous, fun-loving boys of mine. On the other hand, if Sean puts his dirty laundry on the floor NEXT to the basket one more time.... he's liable to find it all on the roof. ;)

The Good, The Bad and... The Cute

**I do realize that this is a little outdated. I wrote it weeks ago and thought that it published. It did not. I blame the sleep deprivation for not noticing.**

I've been attempting to keep this thing more updated that I have in the past but every time I sat down to write lately it felt like I was being too negative.... But then I realized that I want to remember all of this - the good and the bad. Not that there's all this bad but, I guess it's just that life with Sawyer is a little different (so far) than I thought it would be and it's been a bit frustrating at times. It's also been amazing and wonderful and full of adorable moments but when I started to write about it, and write about life and how it is having two adorable boys, and how things are different and how we are all doing I just couldn't figure out how to say the good without saying the bad. And then I realized I didn't want to. Because no matter how hard things are now, or how frustrating, they will not be this way forever. One day, I will miss these days. And I want to have a place to remember all of it. Sawyer is definitely not a bad kid either! He's so stinking CUTE! I don't know how me and Sean keep making these cute babies. He is, as of today, 7 1/2 weeks old. And he started smiling at about 6 weeks. Mother's Day weekend actually! My new favorite thing to do is to make him smile. He has sort of a crooked little grin where his mouth only goes up on one side that will melt your heart. I have yet to capture this on film because he won't cooperate with me. Or more amusingly, I try to take a picture but the flash makes him scrunch up his face and close his eyes so he ends up looking like he's crying. But I am determined! I will get a pic one day. He is however a little more needy, more high maintenance than Blayne was. Blayne was not colicky when he was a baby. I never really even knew what that meant. But I know now.... Personally I imagine that God knew about how much we could handle with Blayne and decided that him having Hirschsprung's was enough. Haha! So Sawyer, at around two weeks of age, started acting fussy in the evenings. (This was amazing timing since at 2 weeks of age, Sean went back to work and my mom was super busy at work so I was all alone for the first time with two boys!) At first I thought it was just a little upset stomach or whatever. Maybe something that I was eating or drinking. I tried cutting out coffee, milk and soymilk (which actually did seem to make a slight difference). But nothing really helped. It normally happened in the afternoons or evenings, he would just get fussy and fidgety and irritable. He would wake up to eat and then couldn't settle back down. He would sleep for a min or two then start wiggling all around - Blayne says he wobbles - and wake himself up. Or he would be good and asleep and then wake up crying. And he would look so tired but he just couldn't fall asleep and stay asleep. All he wanted was for me to be holding him or wearing him in the wrap or Baby Bjorn, he liked to be sitting up, and I needed to be walking or moving. I got some Gripe Water which helped a little. I guess. I mean, it didn't make it stop or anything. I remember having dinner at a friends house when he was maybe 4 weeks old and everyone was sort of teasing me about the fact that I couldn't stop moving! I just put Sawyer in the Bjorn and kept walking. The reason this was so frustrating to me though was because of Blayne - it was hard enough that I couldn't do all the things we used to do together but add in a crying baby who won't lay down in the evenings for more than 10 min and it made it impossible for me to play with Blayne, read to Blayne, or tuck him in or really do much of anything besides stand and watch him play. I was having a hard time dealing with that shift anyways and having a fussy baby just made it harder. Oh and because of Sean's schedule - he doesn't get home till 9:30 at night so I was on my own trying to keep Sawyer happy and not ignore Blayne and even more than that, I wanted to play with Blayne! But it took me a while to realize this was more than just being a little cry-y in the evenings. I finally got out my trusty Dr. Sears Baby Book and realized that Sawyer fit the classic definition of a colicky baby. And then there were all these suggestions for how to help settle him down, most of which I was doing anyways (babywearing is big with Dr. Sears) but what I really wanted was for Sawyer to just be able to sleep when he was tired! I mean, as frustrated as I was getting, just imagine him! He's hurting or uncomfortable and can't figure out why, can't tell me why, doesn't know how to fix it and it's so bad that he can't even sleep. And I thought I was irritated! So life has been.... different than I thought it would be. I don't know how many times I said or thought, "Having a new baby won't be that hard, I mean they sleep all the time!" Haha. Not this kid! Today for example, he was up from 10:30am to 5pm with maybe an hour of napping (15 min her and there) in between. Definitely NOT NORMAL for a newborn. And not what I was expecting either! And unfortunately, when he's awake like that, he's not happy about it. He's tired and cranky and just wants to be held or laid with or nursed to sleep. Which would be fine, if I didn't have a rambunctious 4 year old who wants to play and loves to be outside all the time. It just makes things difficult sometimes. So there you have it. That's the bad. And it's not really all that bad. I mean we are certainly not the first to have a fussy baby in the evenings (now I know why it's the witching hour!) and he will grow out of it (someday... I hope....) and I know we'll look back and think it was all so quick (even if it doesn't seem that way now). Here's the good, what I like about this. When Sawyer is upset, he wants me. He can't really settle himself down in a bed and I like to think it's because I AM his bed. I'm his home. As soon as I stick him right up next to me, he quiets down (normally). So I put him in the Bjorn and start walking. And then he just looks at me. Just sorta stares like he's memorizing me or something! And I hold his little hands or his little feet and walk. And eventually he drifts off. And that's how he's happy! He doesn't like to be laid down, he just wants to be with me. I love seeing Blayne with him. Blayne will tell me if Sawyer is crying and I don't go get him right away. Today, he went and got some of his sleepy music to play in the living room to try and settle Sawyer down. He never gets angry or upset when I can't play with him because Sawyer is strapped to me. He's much more understanding (even than I am) and just loves on Sawyer. He wants to kiss him and play with him all the time. When Sawyer is crying, he'll say 'I think he just wants to hang out with me, right Mom?' And I tell him he's right of course, I mean who wouldn't want to hang out with Blayne?!? He is awesome. Most people say that colic only lasts the first three months or so. And while right now, that seems like forever away, now that I'm thinking about all the things I love about it, I'm sorta hoping it stays that far away. A little. I mean... let's not get crazy. =)
Me lately. Wearing Sawyer (can you see his face?!? awesome..), walking and reading my Kindle (the best gift ever btw). I take that back. These two are the best gifts ever. Thank you Lord for giving them to me!!

Introducing.... Sawyer John!!

The newest Hump has made his big arrival. Has it really been a month?!? Geez. Time flies the second time around. Sawyer John Humphrey was born on March 25th a little after 8am. He weighed in at 6lbs 14oz and was 19 inches long. Apart from the greyish color that all newborns have, he looks a LOT like Blayne. Oh and except for the dark hair too. He is beautiful and perfect and adorable and, well, see for yourself.
Us headed to the hospital (at a ridiculous hour I might add - we had to be there at 5am!!!).
First picture of the little monkey!
Me meeting my boy

Oh my gosh, did we make that?? Look at that face! It's still pretty amazing to me how much he looks like Blayne... all except for the lips. Sawyer has these big ol poochy lips and I have no idea who he got them from. Our hospital stay was pretty unremarkable. I was able to recover in my room so I was back there holding Sawyer about an hour after he was born. Other than that, not much to report - and that's just what we were hoping for! (One of the nurses did comment on our obsession with Sawyer's first poo. Haha.)

Sawyer and his DaddySawyer and my Daddy (I don't have one of Sawyer and mom because she was taking all the pictures - oops.)
It's official. Blayne is Sawyer's big brother.
Bout to head home!!
Home at last and snuggled up in his little bed....

It's crazy how you can love someone so much, so quickly and how they can become an indispensable part of your lives so fast. It's only been 6 weeks since we brought him home and he just fits like he was always there.

A Turtle named Diego

Way back when I first found out I was pregnant and we told Blayne, he had sort of a funny reaction. Anytime we would pray about the baby or talk about the baby or anything he would then remind us about the baby in HIS belly. A baby turtle to be exact. And because he is so stinking cute and him praying for his baby was so stinking cute, we went along with it. So for most of the nine months that I was pregnant with Sawyer, we were also praying for this non-existent baby turtle. When I listened to the baby's heartbeat, we would also listen for the turtle's heartbeat (which was located suspiciously close to Blayne's heart). And when I got big enough to feel Sawyer moving around, Blayne could feel his turtle moving around too. It was adorable!! However, we had one rather large problem. There was no turtle. I sorta joked all along that we would have to come home from the hospital with a baby and a baby turtle and then explain to Blayne that we got his there too. Anyhoo, the Tuesday before Sawyer was born, we let Tolkie out one morning and she was acting kinda funny in the backyard.... so I told Blayne to go check on her and see what she found. And, you'll never believe this, but it was... A BABY TURTLE!! Tolkie was attempting to eat it and we saved it. But it was the cutest little baby turtle!! Isn't God cool?!?!? I mean, really. He didn't have to give us a baby turtle, but he did. And he didn't do it for me but for Blayne. We figured that the baby turtle probably came out of Blayne's belly (through his belly button) sometime in the night and then got outside. And Tolkie found it the next morning. Makes sense, right?? =) Here he is, with his little turtle named Diego.

People scoffed when he would tell them he had a turtle in his belly (and rightly so) but here is the proof!!
I dunno why he looks so scared....
This shot is just because I love his outfit. Shorts and cowboy boots - a little boys uniform.
Teaching Diego to swim
Aren't they just so cute!?!? And isn't God so good, to give us a baby turtle the SAME STINKING WEEK that he gave us a wonderful baby boy. Man he must love us.

Train Day!!

How embarrassing. It's been almost ONE WHOLE YEAR since I posted anything. Dang. Part of me feels like I should go back and play catch up before I put anything new on here but since I know myself pretty well I know that won't happen anytime soon. So I'm just gonna soldier on like there was never any delay! And then if I get the time and inclination, I just may go back and fill in some of the gaps (haha, yeah right...).

So, moving on! Yesterday me and Blayne had Train Day. We rode up to Lakeland with Mom (at an ungodly hour of the morning I might add) and then spent the day hanging out in downtown Lakeland. We went to the Children's Museum, walked down to the Pizza Palace for some lunch and then walked around a lake on our way to the train station. It was such an awesome day! We had seen a train coming through Sebring a few weeks ago and that started Blayne talking about how he had never been on a train and how he wanted to go on a train ride. So I figured out that trains ran between here and Lakeland and decided that the next time Mom went up there we would tag along and then ride the train home. I told him about "Train Day" at the end of last week and the countdown was on. Every day he would ask if train day was here yet and then we would count on our fingers the number of days left until train day. He also probably said a million times leading up to the big event, "I never been on a train fa-fore (before)!!" He was so excited! The ticket man gave him a little paper conductors hat, he sat right next to the window - jumping up and down practically the whole time - we walked back to the dining car and got a little snicky-snack... we definitely had the whole experience! At one point I thought the man in front of us just might turn around and ask Blayne to please stop messing with the tray table. When he discovered it, he felt the need to open and close it approximately 5 times in the span of about 90 seconds. Whoops. As excited as HE was to be on the train, most of the other passengers were not so thrilled, ya know? But he didn't turn around, thank goodness! My punk camera died after only a few pics but I did get some on the video camera as well as some cute vids of him waiting on the train and then the jumping up and down part. Here they are:

In the space shuttle at Children's Museum
Arts and Crafts! He painted a picture of a rainbow.
Lunch at the Pizza Palace.
My sweet boy. =)
What a beautiful day! This was on our walk around the lake to the train station.
Me and my boy(s). =)
So I guess swans are kind of a big deal in Lakeland. The Queen of England apparently gave the city a pair of swans forever ago and now they have tons. This was one of the weirdest swans I've ever seen though! Pretty, but weird.
The awesome conductors hat.
Waiting ever so patiently for the train (which was almost AN HOUR LATE!).
Finally on board.
In the dining car, having our snack.
We had such a great time!!

***I will have to come back and add the videos at a later date/time because we got a new camera and it would seem that I don't know how to convert/upload/store the files in a way that blogger recognizes. How annoying.***