We are beginning to breathe a sigh (or maybe gasping for air).... I will offer a piece of insight to those of you with one (or no) children: two definitely becomes more intense. It's not like we didn't expect this, but until you've experienced it, you really have no idea!! I don't understand how single parents do it (or those relationships where one spouse is never around). "Spare time" is a relative phrase these days...when will it be normal again!
Shepard is quite the "talker". When he doesn't like something in his environment, he let's you know...loudly! Both Shana and I don't remember Samara expressing her discomfort as much...or as intense. Maybe the new "Whiskey Plan" will alleviate that...
We had a semi-rough 1st month or so (as evident by this posting 2 months after birth) with Shep's sleeping habits. You see, Shep would get his day and night mixed up for some reason and would be awake from 1:30 AM to 5:30 AM (approximately). One day, we made sure he was awake for 6+ hours during the day...futile effort. But now, he seems to be getting on track.
Speaking of sleeping, our children are belly sleepers. One of the nurses at the doctor's office about gave birth when Shana explained to her that Shep sleeps on his belly. "Oh! We really don't recommend that." Fine, give us your number and we'll call you at 3 AM when he's not sleeping. Come on, we're not robots here...at least we're not feeding him crack! Jeez.
Big sister loves her little brother. She tries to sing to him when he's crying; she is constantly hugging and kissing him. As a matter of fact, she gave him his first cold several weeks ago! She also was infected by a virus when Shep was a couple of weeks old...took her to the doctor...and the doctor said "stay away from little brother". For the next week or so, she ran around saying "the doctor told me to stay away from Shep" and resorted to blowing kisses...
And just to keep notes, the little guy has a case of thrush that we haven't been able to get rid of...here comes the purple stuff!
Shep had his 2 week checkup on May 4th:
Height: 20 1/2 inches
Weight: 8 lbs. 12 oz.
Now, don't ask me how the child can lose 1 1/2 inches from birth! Maybe he's a mutant...
Funny stories:
Shep was sitting in his "bouncy chair" crying, Shana was cooking, and I was paying bills. Samara decided that she was going to try to calm Shep down and began singing to him and rubbing his head, etc. After several futile minutes, Samara became frustrated and yelled "STOP IT!!!" Take it easy Samara....She now has a tendency to cover his mouth up with her hand...or she tries to stuff his burp rag into his mouth...
We went to the annual Red Earth festival on June 5th, which is a showcase for Native American dancers and artists. We had set down to eat lunch...corn dogs, roasted corn, indian tacos...and Shana got up to go to the bathroom. Well, Samara and Shana don't exactly have the same skin color...and when Samara got up screaming and ran after mommy, who had already migrated through crowded area, all of the bystanders became worried when Samara caught up with Shana and grabbed her hand (thinking Samara was lost). Shana heard "I think she came from over there"...and "Where are you going to take her". About 5 or 10 people were willing to help Shana find the parents of this lost child. Finally, through all of the advice, Shana was able to say "She's my child!"...or something like that. I wasn't there, so I'm not sure if Shana used explicits or not...
Finally, he shut up...here's some pictures:
Shepard is quite the "talker". When he doesn't like something in his environment, he let's you know...loudly! Both Shana and I don't remember Samara expressing her discomfort as much...or as intense. Maybe the new "Whiskey Plan" will alleviate that...
We had a semi-rough 1st month or so (as evident by this posting 2 months after birth) with Shep's sleeping habits. You see, Shep would get his day and night mixed up for some reason and would be awake from 1:30 AM to 5:30 AM (approximately). One day, we made sure he was awake for 6+ hours during the day...futile effort. But now, he seems to be getting on track.
Speaking of sleeping, our children are belly sleepers. One of the nurses at the doctor's office about gave birth when Shana explained to her that Shep sleeps on his belly. "Oh! We really don't recommend that." Fine, give us your number and we'll call you at 3 AM when he's not sleeping. Come on, we're not robots here...at least we're not feeding him crack! Jeez.
Big sister loves her little brother. She tries to sing to him when he's crying; she is constantly hugging and kissing him. As a matter of fact, she gave him his first cold several weeks ago! She also was infected by a virus when Shep was a couple of weeks old...took her to the doctor...and the doctor said "stay away from little brother". For the next week or so, she ran around saying "the doctor told me to stay away from Shep" and resorted to blowing kisses...
And just to keep notes, the little guy has a case of thrush that we haven't been able to get rid of...here comes the purple stuff!
Shep had his 2 week checkup on May 4th:
Height: 20 1/2 inches
Weight: 8 lbs. 12 oz.
Now, don't ask me how the child can lose 1 1/2 inches from birth! Maybe he's a mutant...
Funny stories:
Shep was sitting in his "bouncy chair" crying, Shana was cooking, and I was paying bills. Samara decided that she was going to try to calm Shep down and began singing to him and rubbing his head, etc. After several futile minutes, Samara became frustrated and yelled "STOP IT!!!" Take it easy Samara....She now has a tendency to cover his mouth up with her hand...or she tries to stuff his burp rag into his mouth...
We went to the annual Red Earth festival on June 5th, which is a showcase for Native American dancers and artists. We had set down to eat lunch...corn dogs, roasted corn, indian tacos...and Shana got up to go to the bathroom. Well, Samara and Shana don't exactly have the same skin color...and when Samara got up screaming and ran after mommy, who had already migrated through crowded area, all of the bystanders became worried when Samara caught up with Shana and grabbed her hand (thinking Samara was lost). Shana heard "I think she came from over there"...and "Where are you going to take her". About 5 or 10 people were willing to help Shana find the parents of this lost child. Finally, through all of the advice, Shana was able to say "She's my child!"...or something like that. I wasn't there, so I'm not sure if Shana used explicits or not...
Finally, he shut up...here's some pictures:
Samara at a birthday party...
Shepard and great-Grandpa Adams...
Samara at the park...with that cheesy smile...
Samara and cousin Tori. Tori was just a little agrevated that I was including Samara in the picture...
Oma and Shep...She hasn't sit on this one yet...
Our boy...
Our girl being a Big Sister...
Grandma and Shep...
Snoozin'...
Big sis helping out after a diaper change...
I'm not sure you can see in this photo, but Shepard has my forehead...more specifically, the wrinkles...I shot the rest of these at home with a black and a white bed sheet:
Take care!
