Baby It's Cold Outside

We have had some spectacularly cold weather here. The highs being about 40 degrees. The frosts have lasted a good portion of the day, especially with hardly any light in these short winter days. It's very pretty, but hard to stay in. We are just not very prepared for cold weather, I know some of you who are in snow right now are laughing at us, so be it, I prefer the snow to stay in the mountains. You know as God intended it. The other morning as Ezra slept I snuck out into the yard to capture some of the little sparklies around us.
Enjoy!

What We've Been Up To (the picture version)

For all you Crafty's

I know some of you are waiting for pictures of little Ez in his amazing little jacket, or parlor coat (as I call it) that Aunt Ali made for him. But I just haven't done it. BUT I have been creating a wish list for my baby to be the most fashionable and sweetly adorned child in the whole Northwest. Yes, this lady has the stuff.
Just browse and see.
She's Crafty Handknits. She has a book. Mmmm Hmmm.
You see, that's all I can do is see, as I am not able to knit or crochet or anything like that. Give me a paint brush and I could paint it, but a hook and needle I'm afraid fall very short in my hands. But that's okay because I have Ali, who not only can do all those things, but loves to. Right, Ali? Of course right.
Not only does she have baby patterns, but also Adult patterns. I think maybe once Ali is done with my Shalom sweater she should venture on to some of these pretties. I guess I should make two wish lists.

Recovery

is a long road.
So after the crazy week and a long restful weekend, we're still in recovery mode here in Skrivland. Ezra didn't really take his naps yesterday while I was at work, and then he only wanted to take cat naps. He isn't a super grumpy kid thankfully, but he was on the more fussy side. His grumpy is a humming with a whiny tone, which isn't that hard to live with, but still you could just tell how tired he was. And then Aunt Ali came into town and we had to of course stay up late to see and talk to her. So we didn't get to bed until a little after 1130pm.
Good news? Ezra slept until 630am and then after he ate went back to sleep until 940. I think he's playing sleep catch up. And me too, I feel like I just can't get enough sleep! Thankfully the house is clean from this weekend. I spent a lot of Saturday cleaning, and it felt so good to have the house so clean, and it's so nice to look around pick up the toys and then just smile because the house is clean. I love being able to just tidy up and not feel like I should do more than that.
Later this afternoon we're planning out our epic grocery store hit. We're setting aside at least 2 hours.
Yes, we still haven't gone.
And, yes, we're out of food almost entirely.
However, thanks to my Mom being the best neighbor and Mom evah, Sunday morning we woke up to eggs and milk on our porch. We did do a quick run to Walmart the other day and got bread and a few quick throw it in your lunch things that we could grab/heat up. Our diet is about to get a lot better. And it's amazing how coffee can make you feel full, or at least satisfied.
It amazes me how a week, 7 days that are out of the norm can really throw a household on it's head. Working as much as we've been, and the strange hours we've kept has made me crave normality, schedule and order. Having the house clean helped a lot, and having family that regularly fed us. This is making me think of how thankful I am for the people we have in our lives. Thankful for Adam's parents that feed us on Monday's, for the days my parents feed us, the nights when our friends, who are family, call us to come eat and fellowship with them. For a baby that takes it all in stride, being passed from person to place without hardly a fuss. I think it was harder for me than him, I don't know that he even noticed my absence. So in this week that we're working on recovering from a hard and long week, and the week of thankfulness that is here upon us I am so grateful for what I have.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all this week.

Whheeww

Alive.
And thank the good Lord for the weekend.

This was by far the longest week of my life. Before when I worked the 3am shift, I could go to bed early and wake up in time to squeeze in a shower just before getting myself off and ready. Now-a-days, not so much. Ezra still wanted to wait to go to bed, at bed time, because we've trained him that way, and he doesn't like being put in his bassinet when he's not ready. As you can see here.

I'm glad that tomorrow is Saturday, I plan on doing things around the house that have been sorely neglected. And maybe even some of the things that I've wanted to get done.
As long as this week has been, and as much as I've missed my little baby, and being his Mama. It's always nice to come home to this.

Oh Day, Where Have You Gone?!

Or week, or month, or for that matter 3 months.

I don't know. Gone, that's all I know.

Busy, busy is what I feel like these days. I used to at least check my e-mail at the end of the day, but lately I haven't even really done that. All you good faithful bloggers out there, I haven't read.
I'm sorry.

This month has been ridiculous, I feel as though we haven't spent one moment of rest, or the little bit that we have isn't really resting. Both of us have been very busy with work, I have been working at least 3 days a week, and Adam sometimes even 6. The house is a continual project when we find a second, and then there are all the social things in November...I'm not sure about you guys but we have A LOT of social events in November. Here's just an idea of how busy we have been, we haven't been to the grocery store in a few weeks. Yes, weeks. We've been over to the families quite a bit, but we're totally out of essentials and getting creative with freezer and pantry stuff. And I even wanted to go tonight, but I didn't get off work until 7 and then Adam's folks had us over for dinner, so we didn't even get HOME until 8:30, and who wants to go to the grocery store after working all day then finally getting home? Not me. So here I am blogging instead, and my fridge is bare. Just call me Mother Hubbard.
By the way, I think that rhythm is about reincarnation, I mean, in the second verse the dog dies...and then becomes her dance partner at the end. Weird.
So, we've been occupied.
Ezra is laughing! We took video with Adam's cell phone, but somehow the picture and the sound clip aren't matching up. So, we'll have to try again so we can show y'all, 'cuz it's cute.

3M

the birthday not the adhesive company.

Today marks little Ezra's 3 month birthday, can y'all believe it?! I sure can't. Today I dressed him in his little athletic pants that have the number 3 on the rear-end. I thought it fitting.

Anyways, he's growing up so fast. I don't know how much he weighs since he doesn't have an appointment until he turns 4 months, all I know is that he is finally growing out of NB stuff, and filling out the 0-3 month stuff. He can even wear some of the 3 month stuff, though for some reason that size is super wide, and my little Ezra isn't wide, not in the slightest. So it often looks a little funny. He is starting to get a little Mama clingy, and is figuring out his toys... two new friends are his giraffe toy Bo Jangles, and the frog Wubba Nub. He loves textures, like skin, and blankets, he often times holds my hair and runs his fingers in it. He really likes to rub his Wubba Nub too, like a puppy he pets it!
He is learning to laugh but still isn't quite there. Mostly just a grunt, but he's SO close. I can't wait for it. Seriously I can't, I tickle him everytime he's awake waiting for it to just burst out...yet he just smiles and grunts.

Hugging his Wubba Nub.



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