3 Months

Preston turns 3 months this week. Time has indeed flown by! My guess is that he weighs over 15 lbs - I'll know for sure at his 4 month check up in Jan. He is now wearing 6-9 months size clothing. Some 3 month accomplishments are - recognizing familiar faces (usually accompanied by a big smile), getting closer to sitting up, drooling, babbling and cooing, laughing, scratching his face, clasping his hands together, and generally sleeping for about 7 hours a night. Things Preston's enjoys are playing with his plush turtle Lamont, stuffing is hand in his mouth, bath time, Mom's song time, straining to watch TV (mom does NOT allow him watch usually), being in the buff, eating, and his favorite time of day is first thing in the morning when he wakes up. There are a few nick names that he is also getting used to - Bucket, Fussy Face, Hungry Monkey, and Poopy Pants. Keep up the good work Preston!

Poetry at its best

Mine and Jackie Shafer's December b-day wish was granted - we wanted a Poetry Party, and Poetry Party we got! I know what you're thinking - lame, lame and lame. But it was pretty awesome. There was beatnik attire, snapping and drum playing. Poetry Heaven. The gist - we gave everyone poem definitions as a refresher (Haiku, Sonnet etc), and had them place random nouns in a bowl for us to draw out of. Each poem we did had to incorporate the nouns we picked, and we had to read each of them aloud. I haven't laughed so hard in a very long time. Here's a sample of a few of my poems.

Limerick (words: dreamcatcher, i pod)
I purchased an i pod today
A million songs it can play
Dream catcher
Potato smasher
I like sitting by the bay

Sonnet (words: cavity, applesauce, assistant to the regional manager, electrician, paint chip)
What do paint chips taste like?
Probably not very good.
If I got locked in our basement,
Would I consumer paint chips or wood?
Ah! Neither would I choose,
Our emergency storage I would peruse.
I’d start with applesauce
Maybe Tree Top or Motts
And finish with a little booze
But what if I get a cavity?
Would I have to remove my own tooth?
Like Tom Hanks in Cast Away –
I think I’d rather puke.
No thanks assistant electrician to the regional manager.

Hey - I didn't say it was good poetry.

A quarter of a century.....+1

So its official, Sarah is now 26 years old. Yikes! Thanks to all who sent b-day wishes, they were much appreciated.

How did we celebrate? The Friday before, Dave and I went out to dinner withOUT PG, and it was great to have a break, just the 2 of us. On Monday Dec. 3rd - the actual blessed day, Preston's gift to me was grumpiness.....all day long.

And we spent the evening decorating the Christmas tree - as is tradition in the Doughty household.

Oh, and we assembled my newly purchased treadmill which I've been begging for....

All in all - 26 has been pretty awesome. Accept for my lack of blog entries, I'll try to step it up.

Let's bless this mess.

In addition to celebrating turkeys (see my previous post below), we FINALLY got to bless Preston. It was a crazy finale to the Thanksgiving weekend, but we were anxious to get it done. Everything went well - he looked super cute in his little stripes and we got a semi-decent family pic of the Doughty side. Thanks to all that could make it at the last minute - it was wonderful to see and catch up with family and friends.

Turkey with a side of ER.

For Turkey Day 07 - we had big plans. The Doughty family came down from Boise, Dave bought us a 26 lb turkey, and we had enough pies to feed all of UT (+ maybe some parts of Idaho). I was very excited to host my first Thanksgiving. What we didn't plan on was a 5 am trip to the Emergency room. I had a severe allergic reaction to who knows what, and woke up at 5 am with hives. Since Dave is on Ambien, (he was of no help), it was mom to the rescue. By the time mom helped locate some Benadryl, my eyes were swollen shut, and my lips were blue and the size of hot dogs, and I was having trouble breathing - definitely time for the ER. A few shots, and a lot of take home meds later we were back at the house by about 7 am. Needless to say, I was out for the day, so mom prepared "my" first Thanksgiving dinner + took care of PG. No words can describe the deliciousness of the dinner or the awesomeness of moms.

What a gorgeous turkey! My still slightly puffy eyes are even more gorgeous.


Dave carving the world's largest turkey.....


The setup.....


The fam before chow time (minus one napping PG).....

A special thanks to the Timpanogos Hospital ER and Walgreeens for sacrificing their Turkey Day to help me out.

I'll trade you - Noni for War......

So the time has come. Dave has left the blessed Noni for greener pastures. What pastures could be greener than the Noni? How about Ops Gear in SLC? By their own description they sell "full head-to-toe tactical gear with a focus on Military, Police and Force-on-Force Paintball products". If anyone knows my husband - this is a dream come true. In fact, he called me yesterday just to inform me that he can get a Ghillie suit and a pair of night vision goggles for cost. "Why?" I asked. His reply - "why not?!". I haven't decided yet if I should be concerned.

Anyway - Dave is part of their media department and will be working on their training videos and promotional material. His official start date was Nov. 5th, and so far his only complaint is the commute.

On a sad note - we couldn't leave without saying farewell to those we know and love at the Noni. We had a great time, and made some good friends. That little green fruit will always have a special place in our hearts. RIP.

Houdini

As promised - here's another baby post.

One of the more important things to getting an infant to sleep is swaddling. Its important for so many reasons - but reason #1 for Preston is that he has no control over his arms yet. So if his arms aren't bound in a swaddle - he (and myself) can forget about getting more than 15 min. of sleep. However, PG hates it with a passion. I'm not sure why - all the books and articles I've read say infants love love love it. Sigh.

Needless to say, every nap time its a struggle. PG is all ready for sleep, and then the moment he realizes his arms bound - its WW III. He'll whine, grunt, and wiggle until he's free. He can escape the tightest of swaddles. At 2 am, its not so funny - but this morning it was. This is what I found after he abruptly became quiet - I knew him nodding off in 10 min was too good to be true. Sigh squared......

You can even see fuzzies on his hands from the sock he removed too.
Preston 1 - mom 0.