Enzo Alan: 4 Months


Age: 4 months

Stats: 14 lbs, 8.5oz, 25.25 inches. 45th percentile weight, 55th height. 28th percentile for head circumference, haha. Tiny head.

Nicknames: Muchacho, Butch, Butchy Boy (Ron’s grandfather started the butch nicknames), Buck-O, Handsome.

This is turning sideways on my phone but looks normal on a desktop. Weird.

Sleep:  He still has some nights where he wakes up every 2 hours, but lately it’s been more like every 3-5 hours. There have even been nights where I only needed to feed him once (!). He will usually sleep until 8:30am (6:30-8:30 is always noisy, fitful sleep that keeps me awake but at least he’s not wide eyed and ready to go), then he takes a nap for an hour (or two!) at some point between 10am-1pm. Those nights and naps are AMAZING.

Our pediatrician said he should be capable of sleeping through the night now, but I’m not so sure. Last night he went to bed at 10, then woke up at 3am and downed 6 oz like he’d never been fed. That’s too hungry for him to fall back asleep on his own. But she also said we can start introducing baby food this month so that may help keep him full. We’ll see. Meanwhile we are going to work on establishing a solid nap routine and letting him sleep in his own room. New carpet is being installed next week and the nursery furniture should be here next weekend (GLORY HALLELUJAH to all that), so we can start the transition with naps in his crib.


Rolling back to front.
He won’t roll front to back anymore, the speed and lack of control scared him too much. We’ve been working with him on it, hopefully he gets over that soon.

Sitting in his frog.
He wants to sit up on his own, but he’s still practicing. Until then, this floor seat has been really useful in keeping him happy and safe for a few minutes while I get things done.

Looking in the mirror
You can’t tell from this very serious pre-bath photo, but he loves looking in the mirror. He smiles and chatters at himself.

The rest of his favorite things are the same: watching TV, reading books, trying to sit up, eating his hands, car rides, studying new places and faces.

Memorable Moments:

I love watching him roll over, it never gets old. I’m proud of him every. time. haha. I especially like how he yells as he rolls in this one.

Tooth bud
There is a tiny white spot in the middle of his bottom gums that seems to be getting more noticeable. He can’t hold teething rings yet so we bought him a Munch Mitt. Unfortunately it’s a little big, so we need to go buy the Munch Mitt Mini.

Hopefully that will help it cut through. He gnaws hard on his hands, drools a ton, and is fussy at night.

Trying to crawl
He wants SO badly to crawl. He has the legs down, he just needs stronger arms. It may not be long!

First Christmas
He had a wonderful first Christmas, receiving tons of great gifts from family. One of our favorites is a polar bear painting Ron’s mom made for his nursery. She did it freehand using water color. It’s perfect!


I still have a ton of baby weight to lose (eyeroll). I must be the QUEEN of delusions because I really thought I would be back in my normal clothes by Christmas. Everyone said if I breastfed it would “melt off.” Not the case for me. Maybe because my body struggles to make enough milk. Maybe just my genetic luck. Who knows. I’m watching my diet very closely and we have ordered a treadmill. (Which has been a total fiasco. We ordered it on Black Friday and still don’t have it in our possession.) In the meantime I’ve started doing free fitness videos online. I really like some I’ve found on PopSugar. I feel ridiculous doing them because I’m SO out of shape and uncoordinated, but hey. Whatever it takes. Hoping to see some real progress soon. Now that I’m getting decent sleep and we’re finding a routine I have no excuses. Time to get back to business. My goal is to be in my normal clothes by the time Enzo is 6 months. If it took you 6 months or longer to get your body back, please tell me. I need moral support.

More Media

This is the last time he rolled onto his back unaided. Check out his poor face at the end.

The first time I witnessed him intentionally grabbing for things.

Enzo in the hospital vs. a couple weeks ago. A totally different baby! <3

2nd year with the tree, failed to put ornaments on it again. There’s always next year.

First church service in person, Christmas Eve service.

Getting too big for the boppy!

Looked over to see him smiling at me while I was making dinner. <3

I workout.

We think he looks dapper in this sleeper so I decided to take pictures to send to the gifter…he was being extra cute that day.

My dad works for Coca-Cola, and he made custom bottles for us for Christmas.

Trying to crawl away during 4 month photo shoot #2.

October 8th – January 9th. So big!

Love you more than we can bear, doll face.

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Birth Story

Enzo Alan: 3 Months


Age: 3 months

Stats: 12 lbs, 12.5oz, 22.5 inches. (50th percentile for both now. He had been in 10th and 25th)

Nicknames: Munchkin, Muchacho, Little Man, Sweet Pie, Baby Do.


Sleep: He usually gets one long stretch for about 4 hours and then is up every 1.5 – 2 hours to eat. Eating still takes about 45 minutes – an hour since I need to hold him up for awhile post-bottle so he doesn’t spit up when I lay him down. He typically wakes up for the day around 8am, sometimes later. So I feel like I have been lucky in that aspect.

We still don’t have his nursery set up and the 4 month sleep regression is fast approaching so I have no intentions of attempting any kind of sleep training yet. It seems pointless to me when I know we would struggle in month 4 and/or when we move him to a new bed anyway. I get enough broken sleep to make life manageable.




I’m working on getting better photos and video of his stretching routine. It’s pretty hysterical. When he does wake up at 8am, I can lay him down on his changing pad and no kidding, he will spend a good 10 minutes stretching. He gets it from me, I think. I’m not nearly as…dedicated…as he is, but I have to stretch at least a little. Meanwhile Ron is more of the “jump up and get going” type.

Chatting in the morning

After stretching, he will smile and jabber with me for awhile. And by jabber I don’t mean a morning mumble. He full on happy shouts most of the time. Then at some point he flips a switch to hungry shout. It’s pretty cute.

Eating his hands

He’s discovered his hands and has declared them QUITE TASTY.

Watching TV

We think he likes the colors on the TV screen. When we are holding him on the couch or changing his diaper on the ottoman, he will strain his neck to see it. He likes colorful books too, and will sit still and listen until I have read every page.

Memorable Moments:

Time is flying faster than ever. I got a new planner so I could start writing down what we do each day. Hopefully by doing so, I will keep better track of the memorable moments going forward. My goal with the planner, besides general organization, is to save a typical day from each year (possibly a day from each season of each year) of Enzo’s life until he moves out. I’m sure it will be fun to look back at these baby phases when he is older. :)

Anyway. What I do remember:

He made big gains on holding his head up, and is working hard to sit up and roll over.


He attended his first Sunday Dinner.


He celebrated his first Thanksgiving.

It wore you out.

It wore him out.

He went to dinner at a fancy restaurant for our anniversary, and behaved like a CHAMP.



4th Trimester

My skin is slightly better, and my hair has not started falling out yet. I’m bracing myself for that to happen any day now, but hoping it misses me altogether. I have really thin hair…there’s not much to lose!

I have finallllly started to drop some weight. I’m down 5 pounds over the past 2.5 weeks. That’s basically due to diet, workouts have been sporadic. We bought a treadmill and I’m SO ready for it to get here. It will make it much easier for me to get a legit workout in during the day. I know exercise videos are an option but most of those require some form of jumping around and…no. Not right now. My body feels so foreign to me that it’s super awkward. With a treadmill, I won’t be at the mercy of Ron’s schedule (which is not athlete friendly, to say the least). It’s hard enough for him to stay consistent with late days and call shifts. When he does get home at a decent hour, we have to tag team workouts, which makes for long nights and late dinners. None of which helps our overall health.

So here’s to 2017 and getting back to a plant-based diet, competing in road races, and just feeling like me again, physically.


When our neighbors came over to give us a gift shortly after Enzo was born, they mentioned how fast it all goes. Ever the optimist, I said I hope.

It makes me sad, looking back. The first two months I didn’t fully appreciate Enzo’s brand newborn-ness, and I hurt a lot of feelings by shutting down and requesting space.

Going into delivery I was anxious and nervous. I didn’t want anyone at the hospital or in the delivery room until after Enzo was born, and we had gotten our bearings. Afterward I was exhausted and overwhelmed. I couldn’t handle more than one or two sets of visitors at the house each day, and I certainly didn’t want anyone staying with us.

It’s unusual I guess, but when I’m trying to adjust to big change I need space. Lots of it. I’m not good at accepting help and I’ve given up trying to alter that aspect of my personality. It’s never a reflection of how I feel about my friends and family. When it came to Enzo, I wasn’t trying to push anyone away or rob them of joyful experiences…but I had to protect my own mental state. For me that meant temporarily making myself an island. The opposite of what most new moms want and need. I realize that came with a price, I hurt some feelings and rained on a few parades. And I’m sorry for that. But at the same time…I don’t regret it. Because after all the guests left, my husband and baby were stuck with me. They needed me to be sane.

All that to say: I’m there. I’ve adjusted, and I love parenthood. I mean, this beautiful yet broken world totally terrifies me now. I am going to have an AWFUL time letting go and giving Enzo freedom as he grows. (Working on a blog/little man letter about that.) But when I push the fear out of my head, I’m all foam fingers and high kicks for the gift of being a mother.

And now when someone tells me it goes fast, I say I know, I hate it. I want time to seriously slow down. Yet I’m also seriously excited for what lies ahead. <3


Oh hey 70s in November.

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ALL THE HEART EYES for the way he looks at his father.

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Enzo Alan: 2 Months


Age: 2 months

Stats: 10 lbs, 8oz, 22.5 inches

Nicknames: Lovebug,  Munchkin, Monkeyman, Little Man, Sir

Sleep: Better. Not unicorn status (sleeping through the night), but significantly improved since we made some feeding changes. More on that later.


Napping on Daddy


You will usually stop fussing if we turn on music and/or start singing to you. The louder the better, which is not surprising. When mama was pregnant with you, she played music very loud while getting ready and during her commute.

Carry Me Through by Dave Barnes is your favorite song. So far each time mom plays it, you get very calm, and watch her intently if she sings along. You don’t do that with other songs.

Your Daddy’s antics
Your dad is SO silly. You smile and chatter up a storm when he dances or recites made up rhymes for you.

Memorable Moments:
You started smiling at us this month. I forget the rest.
Seriously though, your smiles are the best.


You also attended your first wedding. Mom and Dad broke their “no outings before immunizations” rule to witness Jon and Dani’s ceremony and give the blessing at their reception.

We were very nervous to take you, we weren’t sure how you would behave. We also didn’t want lots of strangers touching you. Dad did have to take you out of the ceremony, but when we put you in your carrier for the reception, you went right to sleep and stayed content until all the speeches and first dances were over – perfect timing!

We had to feed and change you in the car before driving home, and you may or may not have peed on daddy’s backseat, but we were so relieved the evening went well we didn’t even care. Well, I think dad cared about the pee a little. But at least baby pee doesn’t smell too bad. ;)

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My incision doesn’t bother me anymore, but my skin has gone crazy with acne and my weight still hasn’t budged. So you know I’m struggling to remain calm about all THAT. I have 30 pounds left to lose and each time I see the same number on the scale and/or get on social media and see photos of other mamas who have already bounced back to their former size…I get all sorts of anxious. I was cleared to run recently, so I’m hoping between watching my calories and logging some miles, I’ll make progress in month three. I don’t know what to do about the acne. Wait it out I guess. If anyone has any masks or regimes they think might help, I’m all ears. My skin was SO. NICE. while pregnant. Such a bummer to have it looking gross now. As if I’m not self-conscious enough. Can’t wait for my hair to start falling out too! Woo!


I am exclusively pumping breastmilk (no direct nursing), but I don’t make enough to keep up with Enzo so we supplement with formula at night. How we got to that point is a long, stressful story that I was going to share here but decided against it. I was really only wanting to write about it because I felt like I needed to explain why I’m not directly nursing, and justify my use of formula. I wanted everyone to know all the concern, effort, exhaustion and tears that went into our choices so they could tell me its okay. That we made the right decisions. But I need to get over that desire for public approval. It is what it is, not ideal, not what I hoped for, but that’s life. Others might have handled my situation differently, but I did the best I could. That should be enough.

The positive that has come out of all the struggle is Enzo is much happier and healthier. He gained weight really well the first 2 weeks, then he struggled for awhile, and now he is catching up quickly. He is a lot less fussy, and a better sleeper. He still gets me up about 4 times a night, and as of this past week he fights his naps during the day, but all of that is light years better than what we were dealing with when he was apparently hangry 24/7.

Overall, we are getting our bearings as new parents. I know a lot of people think we are over protective (silly, even) with our pre-immunization travel/visitation restrictions. Before I became a parent I would have rolled my eyes at such extreme caution too. But now we have an innocent little life dependent on us, and that changes everything. Ron has seen enough to know how serious a situation it can be when a newborn is sick. It’s much more serious than a baby that is 4+ months old. So bear with us. We won’t always be so strict.

Anyway. Now that I’m getting a little more sleep (I still don’t know how I’m managing to do life on 3-5 broken hours a night but I am! With a smile even!) and my hormones seem to have calmed down, I don’t feel so crazy. The first 8 weeks were BRU-TAL for me. I was 100% grateful to have Enzo, but man. I did not understand how on earth anyone ever had more than one child. I was barely keeping my head above water most days. But I get it now. The sweet is starting to outweigh the struggle, and I already sincerely want to have another baby, God-willing. 

Love you little nugget! It’s a privilege to be your mama. 💕

One Month

Birth Story 

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