Papa Tom

Life with Two

Is a little bit crazy.

Day 1
I catch Zannah carrying Max around the living room. (No more leaving him on chairs or couches or floors)

Day 2

Max is sleeping in the playpen and Zannah decides to shower him with her toys and coins and random picture frames.

Day 3

I hear Zannah giggling as she is feeding Max a fifty cent piece.

Day 4

Z climbs on couch in order to jump into the playpen with Max.

But, we are finding that Max is tough and Zannah is so darn in love with him it's cute...... and a tad scary.

Our Time in the West

Max was born in Salt Lake City. And because of legal regulations, we stayed out that way for over 2 weeks. Lots of family and friends were able to meet him. It was fun, stressful, tiring, and relaxing all at the same time.

Zannah and Uncle Phil.


Max and his makeshift bed

Miss Z thought she was in heaven sneaking a bag of chips in bed.

Jen could definitely handle twins, which I think she secretly wants.

I cried when I hugged my mom goodbye, which is not unusual, but this time I wasn't just sad, I was scared. My mom kept telling me that I was a good mom and I could do this (still not sure), sometimes you just need a sincere confidence boost.

Meet Max

Born Sunday May, 16th 2010 at 5:23. 7 lbs, 18.5 inches. A FULL head of black hair.

We had less than 48 hours notice before he was to be born. 24 hours beforehand, we met the birthmother. She is amazing......so easy to love. 8 hours before he was born we found out he was to be a boy. Last minute, we were invited to stay for the delivery.....Marcus politely declined the offer, I immediately jumped on the chance. I even got to cut the umbilical cord, just like Miss Z.

Zannah loves baby Max. She gives him plenty of kisses and always wants to hold him. We feel like the luckiest people alive. We get to be parents of two miracles!

Magic

This

Does this. It's magic. Too bad it's on loan from the library--the movie, not the sleeper.

On an unrelated note: Lots of bows, Cute, Funny, still Magical.

Still unrelated: As of late, when I try reading and my full attention is no longer on Queen Z, she shuts my book and says, "Amen!" She is magically something, wouldn't you say?

Say What??

Memory Monday~(even though it isn't Monday)

Charlotte told me a hilarious story that involved her hearing a conversation wrong and saying something very funny and it made me think about this one particular time I made an incredible fool of myself.

Several years ago when we lived in Kaysville, my visiting teachers came by to visit. After a lesson I don't particularly remember, but I'm sure was inspirational, we had the following conversation.

Visting teachers: Is Marcus home?

Me: Yup, he's upstairs in our bedroom.

VT's: We're sorry he has to hole up in his room on our account.

Me: No worries. He has his Playboy up there and he likes any excuse to play with it.

VT's: ........(awkward silence)....................(eyes big)......................(mouths open)............

We said our goodbye's and I just couldn't figure out what went wrong.

Ding, ding, ding.

My mind was thinking Play Station and/or Game Boy--and believe me I barely know the difference between all those contraptions, but it definitely didn't come out that way. Big Oops!Did I say I made a fool out of myself? I guess I should say I made a fool out of Marcus that time.

Driving, Granola Bars, Alamo

A decision was made late, late at night to venture down south to San Antonio for Easter weekend. We had an excellent chauffeur named Marcos. He smelled nice enough, drove safe enough, but had to be reminded about the chit-chatting rule. Couldn't he see that I was reading a novel and determined to start and finish it in the 8 hour drive? And couldn't he see that little Z was entranced with 8 new episodes of Curious George?

As if a single chain could keep Z at bay. Come on Alamo, didn't you learn anything the first time??

Within the first five minutes at Sea World, Zannah grabbed a granola bar out of my hand and threw it to the dolphins. I told the chauffeur that he might need to have the get-away car ready before our visit was through. Besides Z not understanding why she couldn't dive into any and every pool of water, Sea World was a blast.

Splash pad was a huge hit.

Marcus rigged it so we could listen to Conference on the way home. For the price, you couldn't find a better chauffeur. And then the magic of portable DVD players failed us and Z cried so hard she threw up. Happy Easter!