Week 11- First Mothers Day

Little man is growing big. He weighs 13 pounds, now listen to how we figured this out. I had the great idea of getting on the scale alone, then getting on the scale with Nolen. Simple enough. Tim went first. He stepped on the scale alone. "What the hell, that can't be right, I was just 10 pounds lighter last week, wait a minute, lets try this again, Oh my, this is not good." Nolen weighing = FAIL. Next I gave it a try. I stepped on the scale without Nolen. "Whooaaa, I've never seen those numbers before, I have been eating a lot of girl scout cookies, when's the next gym class, yikes!" Back and forth we stepped on the scale insistent that those numbers were somehow going to magically change in 5 minutes. They didn't. Sigh. Well after a few hours of this we finally did get little ones weight. 13 pounds. At least one of us is pleased with their weight.

Growing babies, thats what every parent wants for their baby right? We want them to grow big and strong. Oh course I want him to grow but can't he stay small just a little longer? I'm trying my hardest to keep my little man little. (no I'm not starving the boy.) I'm just still trying to squeeze him into his itsy, bitsy, teeny, tiny size 0-3 clothes. Most of which he's already outgrowing, but thats impossible because he's only 11 weeks old. I blame the dryer, it's the high heat that's shrinking his clothes. It's making all these onesies extra tight around that round little budda belly. That darn dryer is also shrinking his swing, bouncer seat, and diapers. I guess we'll just need to get a new dryer