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Round 1 between Gunnar and the rice cereal ended quickly in favor of the slop.  But Guns got a few punches in early in round 2.  He even spilled most of the bowl all over Dad.  But by the end, he was the clear winner of the fight.  See for yourself, he took that cereal out like a champ!

tush

I have never in my life uttered this word.  But now I am finding myself saying it hundreds of times a day.  There is just no other way to better describe my son's behind.  It is the world's most supremely perfect tushie.  And I love it.

sanctuary

New house means new bedding!  I was able to talk my dear, sweet husband into this gorgeous bedding from West Elm that I have been dreaming about.  And it totally delivered.  I am obsessed!  I like the idea of duvets, but in real life I hate them.  However, this one is tolerable.  It's all just so cozy I can't stand it.  I don't think I'll ever leave...

the boys love it too

 in love with my perfect pillows!  Thanks Mom and Kel!

daddy christmas

Now that Dad is home, we were able to celebrate our Christmas with him!  Only a month late, no biggie.  It was complete with a tree and presents and everything.  We had special ornaments that we saved for Dad to hang up, and I would've put Guns in his Christmas outfit, if he still fit in it!

Dad and Guns checking out our tree

 Guns and his Carpenter jersey
(that he will have to wait a few years to fit into...
or maybe not!)

 Surprise!

 Dad and his new Cards jersey

 and Mom's present to herself... a new embroidered tree skirt!
(I got a Cards jersey too... Freese, who else?)

It was good to get a chance to celebrate with Dad.  Hopefully he and Guns enjoyed it as much as I did!

christmas 1

Gunnar's first Christmas came during an incredibly busy time in his little life.  It is for that reason I am just getting around to blogging about it one month and one day after it happened.  Forgive me, son.  It was a great day spent with my family.  Filled with lots of love and gifts for little man.  He was so good, until he cried.  We actually had to take a break from opening all his gifts so he could nap.  Here are some photos of the morning/afternoon:

Checking out the goods

 World's Happiest baby

 Loving his stocking Mimi made him

 Hey Belly!

 Jack and Win got a toy platter complete with a squeaky roasted turkey, corn on the cob, biscuit, baked potato, rope of parsley, and all served on a frisbee!

 Jack liked the baked potato best

 Wardrobe change and more presents

 Loving the wrapping paper

Thanks to everyone who made Gunnar's 1st Christmas so special!

firsts

To make up for the lack of pictures of our adorable little man in the last 2 posts, this one has videos!

At Gunnar's 4 month check up, you know where we found out he was the tallest baby in America?  Well the nice Dr told us that we could try rice cereal and fruits.  We have been all over the place with the move and welcoming Pat home and hospital visits (yes plural) and a million other things that we didn't have a chance to try until the other night.  It was highly entertaining terrifying for Gunnar.  He did not like it, to say the least:

So, first time for cereal?  Fail.  We'll have to try again when he is more receptive to new things.  AKA less sleepy.

Another first was that we had our family Christmas last night (more on that later) and Guns' big present was a brand new jumperoo!  Dad put it together for him and here he is trying it out and loving it:

Please disregard the mess we have.  Like I said before, life is crazy right now.  I sure have my work cut out for me... Just focus on the baby.

more adventures in fatherhood

In my last post I mentioned Gunnar welcoming Patrick to the Daddy Club with loads of worry.  Well he also did it with loads of poop.  Tuesday afternoon on our way home from dropping his parents off at the airport, I smelled something and told him we had better pull over and inspect the current diaper situation.

Well it was a disaster.  We're talking e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e.  The poor kid was practically swimming in it.  So there we were, in a parking lot of an abandoned collision repair place, on the side highway 70, bathing him in wipes.  It was Pat's first dealings with a poopy diaper.  It was so bad we had to strip him down and I held up his naked little body for Pat to wipe down his back.

And what do you think the kid did the whole time we were changing him?  Laugh.  Hysterically.  Which made us laugh hysterically.  Tears-running-down-our-faces laughing.  We fell more in love with him right then and there.  As if that was even possible.