Every morning we have music hour. Normally my mom hangs out with the little guy and I do some picking up, go for a quick run, eat breakfast and take a shower. Some days all of that gets in, some days it doesn't. He is so cute during this time though that it is hard to leave. Here is a little tid-bit of his "talking." To all of you with older babies that have many more tricks in their repertoire remember that I haven't gotten there yet, to me it is still the best thing in the whole world to see him smile at me and sing. You may be able to hear the music in the background - I think that this morning it was The Holiday soundtrack.
Peja and I took a nice bath together yesterday. I figured out that he is so fat that he floats! I was just holding up his head and the rest of his body was floating. He loved kicking in the water. I have recently switched to cloth diapers and I love them! You can see them in these pictures... isn't he cute? I love my little naked boy so much!
We have an ever elusive family desire to be healthy. I am a wellness major so health is ever present in my mind, but for the rest of the family the draw of a comfy couch and steak and potatoes is too much. I am just kidding, but most of the people in our families are wanting to lose weight right now. (not me, calm down) So we started a little program with points and things to try to get vegetables and exercising and water into our lives. So here is Peja in his workout outfit ready to join the family weight loss. Well he, of all the people in the family, is the one that needs to lose least. Even though he has gained about a pound per week of life, they say that breastmilk can't ever be unhealthy and that a fat baby is a great baby. So although I worry that he won't be able to move or sit up or even hold up his head because he is so fat, I will just love my 18 pound? baby because he is amazingly wonderful and beautiful.
"Yes, I just had a nice big dinner and I am feelin' good..."
"Oh! Mom, I am so sad!"
Look at those cheeks! Gravity pulls them down easily because they are just so heavy!
I wanted a happier picture so here we go.
May 20, 2004
May 20, 2004
Today we lost a good friend. On the way home from the mailbox Shrappy got killed by a pit bull. He had finally learned how to be a dog instead of a child. The combination of sunny california and my parent's dog Rachel had helped him to know that he could be a dog. He started to bark a little bit, sniffed another dog for the first time, marked the entire neighborhood and man he was loving life. This little dog had found his way into everyone's heart that he knew. Needless to say, quite a few tears were shed today...
Even though he was learning how to be a real dog (above), he was still one of our sons and still acted kind of like a cat. One of his best compliments was from Kirk Anderson who had elevated him to the status of cat. He was at the very least a cat-dog (below).
The missionaries were on their way by the house and they helped break up the fight, kept the dog for the pound to pick up and then dug a grave for Shrapnal. Here are some photos from the funeral...
Even though he was learning how to be a real dog (above), he was still one of our sons and still acted kind of like a cat. One of his best compliments was from Kirk Anderson who had elevated him to the status of cat. He was at the very least a cat-dog (below).
In September of 2005 we adopted our first son. His first parents gave him the rediculous name of Shrapnal, and it stuck. So he was Shrapnal Kunz Vrajich and he was wonderful. He was some sort of Chihuahua thing that had an abusive, rough life before being rescued from the pound at 5 years old. He got saved and came to the lap of luxury in the Vrajich home. He didn't yap, he didn't go to the bathroom in the house and he didn't chew or tear up anything. You may think that is enough wonderfulness - but it wasn't what he didn't do, it was what he did do. He loved to be swaddled, he loved to snuggle inside of sweatshirts or under the covers, he would let Il rough house and dance with him and he would let me dress him up in geeky sweaters. When I was out of town he would cuddle with Il in bed and every time we came home he would have an asthma attack from being so excited to see us. We loved this dog, and we will never find another one like him.
So I really love my carriers, but it is time that I have a stroller. I am in the market for a jogging stroller but I am very overwhelmed with all of the choices. I used to go to Babies R US to check out some of the options, but the closest one is an hour away now. So I must do some market research another way. Any suggestions? Should I get a double? Is expensive always better? Are there any better brands? Do any of them fold up? Thanks!
I cannot believe that it has only been two months since he came in to our lives. I feel like he has been with us forever (in a good way of course). He just fits so perfectly into our family and makes us so happy. Sometimes we wake up in the morning and just stare at him because he is so cute. He isn't nearly as cute in pictures as he is in person. Anyway, here are some recent pictures.
Yes, I'm a thug - one that doesn't match at all. He just looked so funny in this hat that I had to take a picture.
Yes, I'm a thug - one that doesn't match at all. He just looked so funny in this hat that I had to take a picture.
We were trying to show Ilija and Peja's matching smiles, but the flash takes away his cute dimples. Ilija called himself Jaba the hut (sp?) when he saw this picture, but I think he always looks cute.
This is my really sweet new Ergo baby carrier. It is the best thing in the world. Now I have a sling, a snugli and this ergo. We have been going on a lot of walks lately and Peja just loves to cuddle into our chests and take a nap. I think he feels like he is back in the womb, before all that crazy business of squeezing himself out a little hole.
This is what has gotten him so fat - he loves to eat! He is trying to eat my face in this picture. It is one of my favorite things in the world to kiss his cheeks and then have him turn and try to eat me. It is the cutest thing in the world. Okay - so back to that thing where he does nothing and I think it is the best. First time mom - what can I say!?
