There’s a first time for everything…

Ashton’s first time at the park. We had a string of 70 degree days. Sure proof that winter cannot last forever.

First time in the bumbo chair with his first baseball cap. I realize this is a stretch when it comes to “firsts” for a baby but this kid is freakin’ hilarious. He had his new hat, new bumbo, a new found love for this toy and was happy as a clam.

First time in the bouncy chair.

First honest to goodness belly laugh. I wish I could sum it up in a picture, but that’s impossible. It does look a little like this…a big, toothless, unspoiled by worry, open mouth grin with lots of excited sounds and belly contractions followed by complete joy. It’s the kind of thing I think about before I fall asleep at night.

First time that mom and dad went on a date since before the baby was born. We went to Mo’s Diner and the Flying Saucer last night. We ate every bit of food on our plate and drank every drop of beer we ordered and got to catch up a bit. It was great and all made possible by my most fabulous friend Kelly (with the help of her boys). She does not even know the extent of her fabulousness.

A picture of us when we first got together.

February is one month closer to Spring!

I lost track of the entire last week of January somehow. But, now it’s February and since it’s a short month I feel like Spring may actually be coming. Plus, I saw a Cadbury’s egg in the store which was always a sure promise of Spring and a candy filled holiday right around the corner. 

Because I like to think in the form of lists these days (takes less brain power than forming full thoughts):

1. We’re not moving, yay!

2. Ashton gained 2 pounds in three weeks. Whoah. He’s 14 lbs, 4oz and is officially starting to fit into his six month size clothes. Of which he has 4 things. I’ve changed 4 outfits in one day before, so I best be shopping soon. 

3. The reason I know he has chunked up is because we went to the doctor yesterday. He had terrible, weepy, scratchy, crusty, red, rashy, scaly, bring-mom-to-tears for her poor poor baby, patches all over his face and scalp. So, the (new) pediatrician told us that his eczema had a secondary infection and prescribed an antibiotic, antibiotic cream, and hydrocortisone ointment. He will probably battle eczema for another year or two and hopefully grow out of it. 

4. The new pediatrician is apparently better trained than the doctor and nurses at North Raleigh Pediatrics. We had a terrible last couple appointments at N. Raleigh and have left the practice. I have never been treated worse at a doctor’s office. Not to mention, they didn’t even tell me last week when I asked about the terrible patches on his face that it could be eczema or how to treat it. The nurse just gave me more lotion to put on it and…the next day….it got infected. I could go on and on about how the first nurse acted like she was completely miserable, the second nurse we saw shook her finger at us AND made the “tsk tsk” sound…neither never smiled once….nor took his temperature (even before vaccines) or did more to explain the vaccines than shove a piece of paper from the CDC AFTER giving the vaccines and got close to Justin’s face and argued with him! Freakin’ unbelievable. 

5. I need to get out of the house more. 

6. Ashton is starting to squeal in delight a bit and is right on the verge of laughing out loud. I can’t wait to hear that!