What were you thinking?

So I decided to dress Owen in the handsome, trendy baby sleeper I made for him. . . .

I don't think he is impressed.

It drowns him.

"What were you thinking, Mom?"

He looks like a bald man in an oversized animal throw.

Need those email addresses!

I think I will be more comfortable with this blog being private as I record more and more details--making it into a family journal instead of a news bulletin. But, I love the little group of people that make comments and want you all to be able to see pictures and details of our family so send me your email addresses.

Events coming up:

Family Pictures
Baby Shower
Baby Blessing

I'm really excited for the professional family and newborn pics this coming Tuesday, so stay tuned.

Oh, and Kamilla, my email is kambriajo@gmail.com -- I would love to still be able to read your blog!

My Poor Glow Baby.

Owen has been fighting jaundice for almost two weeks. I know it is common, but really having a light down his back and being able to go only so far as the cord will let us, well it's getting old. I should get a picture of when we burp him, his whole back is lit up.

Friday will be our sixth doctor's appointment and I sure hope the bilirubin levels have gone down, because they have to push three pipets of blood out of him each time. No fun. While Owen is dealing with that I am getting better from mastitis and he is healing from his circumscion and me from the episiotomy. (Documenting all the interesting ailments for the future ;)

Conference weekend, Kent's parents and sister came down from Walla Walla to visit us. They brought us a sweet stroller and took us to Craigos. And Teresa saved me Saturday night by watching Owen while I combated the chills from the infection. We were glad to have them. Even though last week was exhausting with doctor visits and visits from friends.

This is Bryant, Kent's dad, he held Owen the most and even got Owen out of his bed twice. It was cute.

Cutie Pie.
He always has his fists up in the air, especially when he is sleeping.

I love how his forehead wrinkles up when he opens his mouth.

Here he is holding his binky, although half the time he spits it out, that's okay.

I think I will!