3rd Annual Bluebonnet Pictures

Birds, Cookies, Cake and Toast

Emma just gave me the bird and asked me what it was. I didn't want to tell her what it was so I asked her what it was. I was curious as to what she thought she was doing. I should clarify that she wasn't angry while giving me the bird, just curious. She said that it was a cookie. So there you have it, I can give a rude driver a cookie and feel much more charitable about my actions because everyone likes cookies.

We were at a New Years party and Emma noticed some kids eating chocolate cake. She saw it and asked for some toast and pointed to the cake. She didn't know what cake was and toast was the closest she could think of. We let her have cake. I related this story to my dad and he asked if I felt guilty about it. I was shocked. Of course not - I was proud that my 2.5 year old had no idea what cake was. I am that cruel.. but I will probably refrain from giving her cookies as well, so I can't be that cruel.

One Month

This is late, but that seems to be the theme around here of late. Sunday will be my first Sunday back to church with John and with church starting at 8:30am, and 2 kids to get ready without Aaron, lets be honest, this whole late thing is going to continue. I will be proud of myself if I get the sacrament 50% of the weeks this year.

I was taking John's picture and asked Emma to smile to take her picture. This is what I got:

When Emma is whining and asking for something we ask her to say it in a "happy" voice. Usually that means that she makes the same request but with a "please" attached to the end, but still whining. So Aaron was trying to get her to say it with a smile and he would put his fingers at the corners of his mouth. So now Emma associates the word "smile" with putting her fingers at the corners of her mouth.

This is actually a 3 week old picture:

This is a picture with the boots that my mom bought for Emma. For a while she would wear them everywhere, including just sitting in the foyer with them on just so she could wear them.

Here are the actual one month pictures (not too different from 3 weeks, I know):

Grandma Marsha came to help out during this time. It was wonderful - I got to have naps again and what more could you want out of life than to feel normal again because you are well rested. Not crazy is a good feeling. It was also nice because during the time that Marsha was here John started the symptoms of reflux so it was pretty stressful to try and feed a screaming, crying baby. Fortunately we were able to get him so medication and now he is moving toward going back to be a normal baby again. I took him to the doctor and they weighed him - at one month he came in at 10 pounds 9 ounces. This is a big kid.

Two Weeks

My Aunt Rosie made Emma a beautiful quilt, pillows, and a bear. Emma named the bear Rosie. She puts Rosie in the bouncy chair, the swing, and the carseat.

Emma has become more and more interested in her clothes. Here she dressed herself with her underwear on backwards and inside out. They were at least clean. Kind of a super napper outfit except for the super napper part.

Emma going to town on her trampoline with Puppy.

Grandma Lindy and John. We were all sad to see Grandma go. Emma has since asked were Grandma is every day since she left.

One Week

I am determined to take lots of pictures of John so he can't say that he was left undocumented. We'll see how this goes. Here he is at one week. I am feeling pretty good that we collectively made it to one week in the Russell household.

Battles

Here is a battle I have decided not to fight. I just want it to be known that I am aware that Emma's cloths don't match. I just decided I didn't have the energy for that fight. One day she went to story time in a sweater and a skort and the skort was on backwards. Another day she wore a pink sock and a white sock to Target. Another day, she looked like this:

Her pants are probably size 12-18 months and her shirt 18-24 months. She had floods and a belly shirt - it was awesome. She found the cloths the next morning and asked to wear them again. Fortunately I could show her that they were dirty and needed to be washed.

John Richard Russell

John Richard Russell was born on January 26th 2012 at 11:43am weighing 7 pounds 6 ounces with what appears to be blue eyes, and brownish, blondish, reddish hair. Really it is any color but black depending on the light. Labor lasted about 4.5 hours and a good portion of that was waiting for the doctor to come to actually deliver him.

This is a sign that epidurals are wonderful.

Here is John with half of his name sake - Grandpa Rich.

After 2 days in the hospital, you can see the tired has already set in.