Some New Pictures of Weston

I didn't have any new pictures of Weston up, so I thought I'd post some.  Look at what a little chunk he has become!  He is now only 8 weeks old, and weighs over 13 pounds.  I think he stores all those pounds in his cheeks.  What do you think?

He is getting so big and strong.  He now can hold up his head like a pro. 

Snugging with Daddy.
He has started smiling during the past 2 weeks, however, I can never get him to smile when I try to take a picture.  This was as close as I could get.  

The Joys of Having a Two-Year-Old

It is such a wonderful thing to have a two-year-old in the house.  Not only have the tantrums increased and Kallen's use of the word "no" and "bye bye", but our little toddler has also increased the amount of messes he makes around the house.  For instance.  Check out the pictures below.

Can you tell what this picture is of?  No?  Well, it is a picture of our laundry closet's door. Kallen has so craftily put his own mark on the doors with a blue coloring crayon.  

Here he is with a big cheesy smile on his face.  He was so proud of his artwork.

I thought it was pretty cute too, until I tried washing the stuff off and realized that crayons don't come off walls or doors very easily.  Hmmm, now I understand why this a bad thing. Well...I guess we won't be getting back our deposit when we move.  Let's hope they don't notice.  :)

Here is another example of the messes Kallen has been making lately.  I should have known the little guy was up to something when I couldn't hear him for a few minutes.  That always means he's up to something he shouldn't be. 

At least all that toilet paper didn't go to waste.  We've all had colds for a few weeks now, so Kallen decided to use the extra toilet paper to blow his nose. Silly squirt.

Tyson's Officially A Lawyer

I was looking through some of our old pictures today, and realized that I never posted these from Tyson's swearing in.  He is now officially a lawyer in the state of Washington.  He was sworn in on November 6th, 2008.

I'm so proud of him.  He has done so much to get to where he is today.  He worked hard to get into law school at UW and did great these past three years.  He then studied super hard to pass the Washington State Bar.  Now he is a clerk at the Washington State Supreme Court and loves who he works with and what he does.  

It was a very special day when Kallen and I got to attend his swearing in at the Washington State Supreme Court.  It was nice because the swearing in was just for the law clerks at the court and a few other special people related to some of the Justices.  It was also very nice to hear his Judge, Justice Johnson, say a few words about him and all that he has accomplished.  

Here he is getting sworn in by the Chief Justice.  He's in the middle in the back row.  Sorry the pictures are blurry and a bit dark.  I was stuck way in the back row of the courtroom and my camera doesn't have a great zoom.  

This is Justice Johnson introducing Tyson to everyone.

I wanted to include a picture of our State's Capital and the Temple of Justice, so you all know where this took place and where Tyson works.  I think that they are both pretty cool looking buildings.  Don't you think?

Here is Tyson with his Judge, Justice Jim Johnson, after the ceremony.

Here we are...Me, Kallen and Tyson. 

And here is Kallen hanging out at the court.  He was such a good little trooper through the whole thing and stayed very quiet.  I think he was the only little squirt there...so you can imagine how quiet it was.

Christmas and Snow

These are kind of old, but I wanted to make our Christmas post and snow post anyway.

Since I was due with Weston around Christmas, we decided not to go too far, but still went up to my parents for Christmas since it is only an hour away.  It was a good thing too, because as you all know, that is where we ended up having Weston.  

This December was filled with snow too, so Christmas was even more special because of it.  We got two feet down in Olympia and Kallen loved every moment of it.  Every day, he would say "snow, snow" over and over until we would bundle him all up and take him out.  He wouldn't

 actually play in the snow, but he loved taking walks out in it.

This picture makes me laugh, because he looks so miserable...but he actually wasn't.  He locd being out there the whole time...even when he got soaked through and got cold from being out in the snow, he never wanted to come in and he would cry anytime we made him come inside. He just loves the white stuff.  In fact, even though the snow is all gone now, he still mentions it to me.These are from Christmas.  The pictures aren't great, but they do show the snow outside and all the presents we got.  I loved that it was snowing on Christmas.  We don't get that a lot up here in Washington and it made it so much fun.

Kallen got a rocking chair from Grandma and Grandpa and he loved finding it on Christmas morning.  It was pretty much the only gift he paid any attention to that morning.  I was hoping that this year Kallen would enjoy getting his presents more...however, that still was a bust. His favorite thing to do was play with the ribbons from all the gifts.  What a silly kid.  I'm hoping next year he will enjoy what is in the ribbons and paper and not just the packaging.

Weston James is here!

Sorry that it has taken me so long to post any pictures of our new little boy.  However, I've been tired...as you all can imagine, and I just haven't gotten around to it.  Well, here is baby Weston's story:

Tyson and I were originally planning on having Weston induced on Dec. 29th here in Olympia...that is, if Weston hadn't come by then.  (I technically wasn't due until the 31st.) But due to the big pile of snow we got about a week ago, my doctor's office cancelled my last appointment, which in turn made them unable to schedule the inducement we had all planned on.  They also had no idea when I might be able to get into their office to see anyone because the weather was so bad...we got almost 2 feet of snow...which is a lot for Washington.  Since it was only 3 days before Christmas, and since we had already planned on going up to spend Christmas with my parents, we decided to just have the baby up there in Bellevue.  (That is where I had Kallen anyway.)  I called my previous doctor in Bellevue, and he was happy to see me the next day and also deliver the baby that week. Hurray!  So off we went to Bellevue.  

The appointment went good and my doctor thought Weston could come any day, however, he said we could schedule an inducement on Sunday, just in case.  Well, Saturday night came around and still no Weston.  So I thought, "hey this kid is going to make his inducement date". You might wonder why this shocked me, well its because everyone kept saying Weston would come any day and he didn't.  Also, Kallen was almost 2 weeks early and so I thought Weston would be too.  And lastly, Kallen was scheduled to be induced on a Friday and then decided to come the day before.  I just figured that both of my boys would find it funny to come earlier than they were suppose to.  Well, as I said, I thought Weston was actually going to wait and be induced since he hadn't come yet.  But...he didn't.  I was suppose to call the hospital on Sunday morning around 6:00 am.  At 5:00 am my water broke.  Silly kid.  I think it is so funny that both of my boys would not wait for their inducements.  Kallen was a day early and Weston was an hour early.  Anyway, It turns out that it was a good thing he came on his own time, because the hospital was filling up and they were going to postpone my inducement.  

We got to the hospital around 7:30 am, by 8:00 am I was all changed and bunked up in my hospital room.  By 8:30 am I was starting to ask about an epidural because the pain was getting more intense...and I'm a total wimp.  Turns out that they had 4 C-sections planned at the same time that day, so my nurse didn't know when I would be able to get my epidural.  Bad news!  I did not want to hear that. My nurse, Mary,  turned out to be wonderful though, she made sure that I was next in line after the first C-section finished and even wouldn't budge my place in line when another nurse tried to bump me for her patient.  Yes!  Way to be tough nurse Mary. Anyway, I was definitely ready for my epidural when the Anesthesiologist came around just after 9:00 am.  I felt a rush of relief.  Now the bad news.  She couldn't get my epidural to work and tried for almost 2 hours!  During all this time i was dying from my contractions...remember I'm a wimp.  Finally, she gave up and had to ask another doctor to come and do it who was on call. For a little while, I was really afraid I wouldn't get an epidural and I just didn't know if I could do that.  Tenay was not made for natural birth!  Fortunately, the second doctor was able to make it work in a matter of minutes.  Hurray again!  Now I thought I would finally get to rest, because I was soooo tired.  However, I was wrong again.  As soon as I got my epidural, the nurse said, "wow...you are already at a 9.5/10...so we'll need to have you push now".  What!  All I wanted was to take a little nap for an hour or two and then push.  But that wasn't the case.  By 11:20 am our sweet little Weston was here.  He weighed just a little more than Kallen did at 8 pounds 14 ounces and he was 2o 1/2 inches long.  And that is how Weston came to be on December 28th, 2008. 

Now for some pictures.  While I was downloading our pictures from our camera, I noticed we really didn't have many good ones of Weston in the hospital.  So most of these pictures are of him the first week he was home.

Weston's first bath.  I wish I had pictures of Kallen's first bath on this computer, because I'd love to compare them.  I think these two boys actually look very similar!  

"Da ta ta"

You are probably all wondering what a da ta ta is.  Well, its the word Kallen uses for a smoke detector.  I have no idea why this kid likes them, but he loves smoke detectors and points them out to us whenever he sees one...and I mean whenever and wherever he spots one.  He finds these little guys everywhere and it amazes me how he sees them from great distances too.  Very silly.

Well here is a funny story about a smoke detector.  Kallen woke up a little early from his nap today, so I went in to lay down with him hoping he'd go back to sleep.  He actually did for a few minutes which made me happy.  I thought, "yes, he's out."  Just as I was about to congratulate myself on getting the squirt back to sleep,  he suddenly woke up, with his eyes big and wide, and yelled..."datata"!  Then he quickly got up and went to our hallway to point them out to me. Evidently the kid even dreams about datatas.  It surprised me at how quickly he went from sleeping to instantly being awake.  I guess smoke detectors are pretty exciting things for 2-year olds...at least my 2-year-old. 

Kallen's Bling

I don't know if any of you remember, but for Kallen's King party I got him some gold and silver necklaces to go along with his royal crown.  Kallen hated the crown, but he absolutely loved the necklaces.  And to Tyson's disappointment, Kallen still loves them.  In fact, every day he wears them around the house.  I just thought these were cute pictures of him wearing his jewlery, so I had to post them.  What can I say, the kid loves his gold and silver.

Freak Out!

Kallen has a few things that he absolutely hates.  One of those things is the doctor...not just his, but any doctor.  Any time we go to his doctor he freaks out as soon as the man in the white coat comes close to him.  He is especially afraid of stethoscopes.  Why?  I have no idea.  They are the least harmful of any of the doctors instruments.  He also freaked out big time when the doctor tried to measure him last time.  Does that hurt?  Nope.  Not that I know of.  However, Kallen was relatively calm when they checked his ears and eyes.  Now that seems more harmful than a stethoscope and standing against a wall.  Silly kid.  

Anyway, you would also think that Kallen wouldn't mind going to someone else's doctor. Nope. He still hates it.  Every time I have to go get a checkup, which happens a lot since I'm pregnant, he has to have me hold him and even when I get my blood pressure checked he starts crying and trying to push the doctor away from me.  Maybe he is just trying to protect me?  That is kind of sweet.  Then again, maybe he is just trying to push the doctor further away from him and Mommy isn't a factor at all.  That seems more like it.  :)

Another thing Kallen hates is getting his hair cut.  When he was a baby I gave him some haircuts, which basically turned into buzz cuts.  Then when he got a little older, Tyson took him to his "old school" barber in Snoqualmie for Kallen's first real haircut.  Tyson's barber has a one-man shop in old Snoqualmie and it is pretty interesting.  It smells like a barber shop that I could imagine my Grandpa going to, complete with the old 50's chairs and furniture.  It also has tons of animal heads up on the wall.  It really is a funny old shop.  Unfortunately, we don't have any pictures of this first "real" haircut, so I went with Tyson for Kallen's second and got these.  

From these pictures, you probably think we were torturing the little guy.  He screamed at the top of his lungs the entire time.

It took two of us to hold him down while the barber cut his hair.  I held his legs, while Tyson held his upper body.

Kallen usually calms down when I sing to him, but it didn't work this time.  He just kept screaming.  I think you could officially call this the meltdowns of all meltdowns.

When the barber was finally done, he tried getting all the excess hair off of Kallen, but Kallen wanted nothing to do with that and tried to jump down as fast as he could.

When the scary barber was all done, poor little Kallen had the reddest cheeks.  Plus, he was all scratchy from the hair.  It makes me laugh when I think of that experience, because he was so upset. I guess I'm not a very good mom, because I should probably be sad for the little guy.  But it really is kind of funny.  I might not feel bad for my son, but I did and still do feel bad for the barber.  I bet he felt like $10 was not enough for the traumatic experience that Kallen put him through.  Poor guy.

Hopefully one day Kallen won't be scared of the barber or the doctor, but for now, I'm afraid that we'll have a mega "freak out" every time we go see either one.  Wish me luck, because we have to go see the doctor tomorrow.  Ahhh, I'm so looking forward to the freak out moment that awaits me.