We gave Cooper his first haircut on Monday. Even though I was a little hesitant, I knew it was time when my little man had more curls than most little girls at his age.





one boy, one girl...and baby makes three
We gave Cooper his first haircut on Monday. Even though I was a little hesitant, I knew it was time when my little man had more curls than most little girls at his age.





Cooper turned 8 weeks old today, so I thought I would share a few things about him.
Eight Nicknames for Cooper:
1. Cooper Dooper, The Pooper
2. Coop-A-Loop
3. Mr. Cooper
4. Mr. Man
5. Little Mr. Man
6. Squeakers
7. Handsome
8. Bebe
Eight Things to Know About Cooper:
1. His hair is everyone's favorite feature
2. He grunts ALL the time
3. He loves to be held
4. He loves having his hair washed, but hates having his hair combed
5. His hair is out of control most days
6. He has discovered his fingers and likes to suck on them
7. He once went through 3 outfits in less than 3 hours
8. When he spits up, it comes out his nose
Eight Things I have Learned About Being a Mom
1. It's the hardest thing I've ever done
2. I didn't understand the meaning of exhausted until I had a baby
3. I've been peed on, pooped on, and spit up on and it doesn't bother me
4. Breastfeeding isn't for the weak and it takes practice and diligence
5. Watching my husband become a father has been an incredibly tender experience
6. Being responsible for the well-being of a helpless baby is terrifying, yet somehow empowering
7. Seeing my baby for the first time was a very spiritual experience
8. One toothless smile from the little man makes all the sleepless nights worth it









Thanks to my talented sister-in-law, Kimberly, who owns Tilt Photography, we were able to get some fabulous photos of Cooper when he was two weeks old. Thank you, Kimberly!
Cooper joined our family on Tuesday, December 22, 2009 at 12:23 a.m. He weighed 7lb 12oz and was 19in long. Quite frankly, he came sooner than expected--a week early, to be exact! The doctor told us on December 18th that we shouldn't plan on receiving a tax deduction in 2009; so we figured the little man wasn't coming until after the new year.
I woke up Monday, December 21st, and knew something was different. I hadn't slept well the night before, and was having pains that I hadn't had before. As I left for work that morning, I warned Chris that the baby could possibly be on his way.
I went to work for my last day and stayed until 1:00 p.m. By 4:00, I was having pretty intense contractions. Even though they were quite regular, they were only about 10 minutes apart. I called the hospital and they told me they would admit me once my contractions were 4-5 minutes apart. By 5:00, we were on our way to the hospital.
I was admitted by 5:30 and had my epidural within an hour. At 8:00, the doctor broke my water and two hours later, I was fully dilated and ready to push. I started pushing around 10:30, and the little man was born about two hours later.
Chris and I are in love with this little man! We think he is absolutely precious and we love being his parents!
I'm going to pack my hospital and diaper bags this weekend so that they're ready whenever we need them. As I was thinking about what I needed to pack, I realized I didn't really know. Therefore, I would like some suggestions.
What things do you pack in your hospital/diaper bag(s)?
What things are provided by the hospital that I don't need to worry about?
What things can you not live without?
What things do you wish you would've packed, but didn't?
I'm very interested to hear your responses. Thanks in advance for the advice!
Chris took this picture of campus the other day. He said it was a white-out on his way to school, and it continued to snow all day.
I'm not so sure I'm ready for a harsh Logan winter. Luckily, I'll have a sweet little baby to take care of, which means I can just hibernate in our apartment and wait for the snow to melt.
Many of you know that Chris came down with the H1N1 flu a couple weeks ago. The poor guy was out of commission for two whole weeks. He suffered through a high fever, cough, body aches, nausea, vomitting, and dehydration. Then, he contracted an ear infection, which lead to vertigo--and that was only during the first week.
For the sake of my health and that of our unborn child, we were not able to be together. Chris had to quarantine himself in Logan, and I wasn't allowed to visit him. I was also prescribed Tamiflu by my OB/GYN because I had been exposed to the virus, and I received the H1N1 vaccine. Even though Chris tried his very best to care for himself, things went from bad to worse rather quickly.
While attending a university conference with our department, I received a text from Chris that simply stated, "911." I panicked because I knew that he was in trouble. I excused myself and called him, only to find out that he had collapsed in our apartment. Because we don't know very many people in Logan at this point, I wasn't left with much of a choice, other than to call the paramedics. I'm sure you can only imagine the emotions I experienced, considering I was two hours away, I was seven months pregnant, and I was completely helpless. I cried talking to my mom, I cried talking to his mom, and I cried talking to the 911 dispatcher. Needless to say, I was a mess.
Chris was taken to the ER and administered an IV to combat the dehydration. It was then that he was diagnosed with the ear infection and vertigo (which was the cause of his collapse), and given medication to treat both. Thankfully, Chris' parents were kind enough to drive to Logan and spend the weekend with him. They were able take him home, sanitize and disinfect our apartment, and make sure he received plenty of food and water. I will forever be grateful to them for their sacrifice on our behalf.
Fast forward two weeks, and Chris is doing much better. He was finally able to come home last weekend, and we were able to spend some much needed time together. Although the doctor gave him a clean bill of health last Friday, he is still suffering from the after-effects of the ear infection and is still quite tired. Given time, he'll back to normal.
So, there you have it...H1N1 is a BEAST!