Enzo Alan: 5 Months

Age: 5 months

Stats: 16.5 lbs. Haven’t measured him yet. Probably won’t at this point. We have an appointment at 6 months, so we’ll get updated measurements then.

Sleep: 4 month sleep regression hit hard this month and he was basically back to near newborn status. Up every 1.5-2 hours most nights. 3-5 hour stretches are a rarity I don’t take for granted. I’m writing this a week late so technically the crib situation belongs in the next post. I’ll save the full story on all that for then. It’s still a work in progress but he is already getting used to it. As long as I put him down on his belly. Put him on his back and you may as well have chopped the beloved crinkly wings off his favorite butterfly toy.

I am going to try to implement some sleep training over the next couple weeks (for real this time) and hopefully drop the night feeds (slowly, over time.) Another thing to cover next post. Helping your baby learn how to sleep has become a controversial topic among moms and I have some opinions. ;)

So wish me luck and if you want to win my heart…recommend a stellar coffee bean. Small luxuries are the name of the daily game here.


His butterfly toy

Scooting (inch-worming is the best way to describe it) here there and everywhere.

Eating oatmeal (I think, anyway. He smiles sometimes. Tolerates it others. Has never totally rejected it though so that’s good.)

Playing Peek-a-Boo

When I sing Patty Cake and Itsy Bitsy Spider, and make his hands do the movements. Video next month.

Memorable Moments:

You guys seriously I feel like I just wrote the 4 month post so I have no idea. Umm…we face timed with Uncle Todd and Aunt April for the first time (we need to do it more often!) and toward the end Enzo leaned back in my arms and went to sleep haha. Our conversation wasn’t exciting enough for him.

ALSO, he put his foot in his mouth after days of trying. Baby toes must be tasty because he’s all about munching on them.

Mostly we’re just super excited that he is finally rolling both directions again. He is pushing all the way up on his hands and is so so close to crawling. I wouldn’t be surprised if he is by 6 months. His hand-eye coordination is getting a lot better too, and it’s fun to watch him grab for things and inspect them or put them in his mouth.

On the downside he has developed a little bit of stranger danger already. Wonder Weeks predicts it to fully arrive with the next leap, which is potentially next week, but hopefully it doesn’t get worse than it already is. He cries almost every time someone other than Ron or I hold him. The exception is when visitors are at our house. He feels comfortable enough here that he is willing to let other people hold him I guess.

Can’t wait for 6 months! We scheduled 6 month and 1 year photos with the photographer who took his newborn photos. I’m really looking forward to seeing the images she captures for us. <3 If I can ever settle on an outfit for him that is…


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Dear Enzo,

Your shirt says Brave Little Man. And that means more to me than just a common nickname preceded by a trendy adjective.

You are 19 weeks old today. Your sibling might have been 1 year.

Brave’s heart beat before yours. A strong flutter that was here then gone, that’s all we got to know of him or her. And yet from it we learned so much about God and love and the sanctity of human life.

When I wrote about our first baby’s due date last year, I had just recently found out I was pregnant with you. And I was terrified. Of more pain. More loss. Unknowns and inevitable hurdles. But I didn’t want to be consumed by fear. I wanted to honor Brave and show God gratitude for you. By having courage. Being brave. 

I did my best and my best was wobbly…yet resolute. Because I felt them with me. They held me up and helped me through. And I pray you will always feel them too. That you will walk in calm assurance, knowing wherever you go, whatever you do, God and Brave go before you.


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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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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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