The half birthday...

Emers is officially six months old today! It feels like just yesterday he was born and he can't be that old yet.

Emrick has been the happiest baby. I love when he wakes up in the morning... rubs his eyes a little, then looks at me and just grins from ear to ear.

He didn't smile as quick as Asher did. He waited until closer to 8 weeks. And he reserves his smiles for when he really wants to give them, but he is just a happy happy baby.

He jabbers a lot just like Asher did. He will lay in his bed and talk himself to sleep at night. Or just look at you and try so hard to form words with his little mouth while he coos. It's pretty adorable. I'm pretty sure he said dadadada the other day, but he hasn't done it again since. He also says mmmmm when he eats. I think we will have two talkers on our hands.

At six months these are Em's favorites:

FOODS:
- bananas (real or baby food)
- pears
- apples
- baby cheetos
- water bottles (acts like its Christmas morning when he sees them)
- banana bread
(see the running theme there... only fruit and no vegetables. doesn't like them. barely will eat his turkey and rice etc.)

TOYS:
- stuffed animals (he's a snuggler)
- mirrors
- iPad (baby piano)
- balls
- spoons and drum sticks

ACTIVITIES:
- hanging out with Asher
- taking baths
- jumping
- peek a boo

LEARNING:
- sits (still a little rolly)
- says ohhhh when you pat his mouth
- maybe says dada?

Em will always laugh at Asher when he does peek a boo. He is also very ticklish and laughs when his neck or sides are tickled.

Em loves his Dad a LOT. Anytime he sees him he starts kicking and yelling. He doesn't reach for people yet, but I have a feeling when he does it will be for daddy.

Em can sit pretty good right now and he kind of snuck that up on us. I usually sit him in the crook of the couch with some toys while we are hanging out. And when he's on the floor I always put him on my lap. Then a few days ago I sat him by himself to see what he could do and he just sat there. By himself. Like "duh mom... I've been doing this forever and you didn't notice."

Differences between Ash and Em... Ash is a comedian and always smiling or laughing. Em is very happy, but a little more reserved.

Em is such a cute boy. We are so lucky to have amazing kids. I have a feeling he will be VERY smart and catch on to things quick. I can't wait to see more of this little guys personality as he grows.

Ash and Em...

It has been so fun to watch the relationship between Ash and Em grow. Asher just loved Emrick right from the start. He was always trying to love on him and help me with him in anyway possible. We had to really push him to stay away from Em a little bit. He got right up in his face and practically mauled him. It kind of made Em feel like this whenever he was around:


See the fear in Em's eyes? Like "wow this kid is close to me again..."


But Ash didn't care and he just kept on loving Em. He always wants him to come lay in his bed for a while at bedtime. He always wants me to put him on the couch by him. He has such patience with Em. He doesn't care if he whines. He will find him a toy and give it to him. He will let Em chew on his favorite toys.


He lets him try to hijack his toys and doesn't even get mad. If Em is near him and he gets on the iPad (one of Em's favorites) then Em just pulls himself right into his lap trying to play. And Ash will quit his game and find the baby piano app for Em to play.



He is always trying to win a smile from Em.


And he has finally found the winner...


Peek a boo. Emers LOVES it. Mostly from Ash, so when he does it Em will just laugh and laugh. It melts my heart to see them smiling at each other. Em has finally decided that Ash is the best big brother in the world and he just grins from ear to ear when he sees him. When we pick up Ash from preschool, Em will just sit and babble to try to get Ash's attention. As soon as Ash looks at him he smiles so big. It's adorable. I can't get enough of the two of them together.


I mean really... how could you resist this cutie?


Ash has also been such a big help that having another baby was cake. Ash used to cry in the car. If Em cries, Ash just leans over and gives him is bink. Ash used to cry while I showered. Now Em just sits with Ash while they play toys and has a ball. Two is just easier than one. Wonder what three would be like?

(I know Tom... but a girl can still wonder.)

Introducing Em...

Emrick Foster Davies

August 2, 2011
7 pounds 14 ounces
Born at 8:30 am











Tom and I had been debating over names forever. We couldn't agree on one. Tom liked names like Teegan and Jasper, and I liked Cohen and Jack. We had already agreed on the middle name though, Foster... like uncle Rory's middle name (which I think was Tom's dad's uncle). I was pretty much settled on naming him Cohen and Tom had pretty much given up and said I could name him whatever. Two days before I was supposed to go have him, Tom said he just couldn't name him Cohen. We had to find something else.

So we had a day to pick a name. Something we hadn't been able to do for months. We literally spent like three hours throwing different names out. Nothing was sticking. The closest we got to a consensus was Rizen, but we didn't love it.

I started thinking of names that incorporated my dad's name, Rick, in a more modern way. I asked Tom about Emrick and he was instantly like I love it. We bounced it around for a few hours and it just stuck. We finally figured it out. I love that it's strong and unique, and it has some family meaning. Best of all... Emrick means "immortal", which is awesome!

My delivery was scheduled by c-section on the 2nd at 7:30. My paperwork said it would actually start about 2 hours later, and to call at 5:30AM and make sure the time would work. I called at 5:30 and they said be here at 6:00AM. Yikes! I had just rolled out of bed and was determined this delivery would be better than the last. I wanted my hair at least decent and a mild amount of makeup on. I told the lady she would have to give me 20 extra minutes.

When we got to the hospital they told me I was actually supposed to be there at 5:30 and the c-section was supposed to happen at 7:30... so they started rushing me through everything.

They took me to room 12... and I cracked a few jokes about thank heavens it wasn't 13 like last time. I mean what hospital even has a room 13? It's crazy. I started getting dressed and a nurse came in and said I was in the wrong room. They had already set me up in room 13. I was like you are joking? You heard me joking and now your playing a joke on me, right? Nope. I thought about it for a few minutes. The c-section happens in the surgery room, so it wasn't like I was actually going to have much happen in room 13, so we moved.

From there... it's kind a blur. They took me in the surgery room, gave me the numbing block, and got started. I was really nervous because last time I wasn't numb and could feel everything. I kept wondering if what I felt was normal and I was just a wimp? But it turns out this time I was really numb and felt hardly anything. I kept telling Tom to look over the curtain and see what was happening because I couldn't feel anything. He wouldn't of course. He didn't want to see any of that again.

The anesthesiologist got a kick out of my story. I told him after Asher was born I told Tom that the anesthesiologist was so sweet. He had been rubbing my hair and telling me that I was all right. Tom was like... ummm, that was me. I was pretty out of it at that point.

The baby came and it was very weird to be so aware of everything this time, vs being knocked out (they eventually had to knock me out last time because I could feel it). It was great to see the baby right after and watch Tom bond with him.

Emrick has been a great baby so far. Asher is in love with him and always wants to hold him and love him. He likes to have him lay in his bed with him for a while at night, and he will show him books and read him stories. It is very sweet.

We are so lucky to have two such cute boys!

The prego belly...

I didn't dare ask Tom to take a picture of my belly. He's not a fan of it anyway. But I still wanted a picture just for the baby's book, so I gave my camera's remote control a try.

They aren't the greatest pics... but at least the belly has been memorialized for when its gone!

Here I am at 38 weeks.



a big ole bowling ball of fun...

Baby number 2...

I feel like this kid needs a name. I keep thinking of it as baby #2. It doesn't even have a label (the little link at the bottom of this entry) except for new baby. Maybe one day we'll figure that out. The first step in making that happen... finding out if its a boy or girl.

I toyed with the thought of not finding out for about 2 minutes. That's how long it took me to realize Tom's mom would never let me get away with waiting. And that I would torture myself every time I saw something cute I might want to buy. So I gave that thought up.

I'd secretly been hoping for a girl. It's *probably* our last. (I want one more... Tom doesn't... he'll probably win... I should just stop with the "probablys").

I'd been having this horrible feeling that something was wrong with the baby. Likely all the anxiety compounding from everything else and rolling onto the little one. So at the ultra sound I just really wanted to know that everything was ok. The girl spent a bunch of time looking at everything. She finally said everything was looking ok and I gave a sigh of relief.

Then she stopped the little wand in a very strategic place and asked if I was REALLY sure that I wanted to know what it was. I looked up at the screen and saw this:


I couldn't even answer. Three little tears escaped... taking with them my hope of a little girl. At that point I was just happy with a healthy baby that it didn't really matter anymore. Thoughts of my amazing Asher took over and I'm happy to have another boy.

Here is his profile:


Further proof he's a little man:


I'll always wonder what life would be like with a little girl. I told Tom if this one has Asher's hair I'm going to grow it out really long and secretly try out pony tails and twists on it while he's too young to fuss over it (Asher would never let me mess with his hair now).

I may not get a shopping buddy for when I'm old, but hopefully I'll have two amazing sons to take good care of me and treat me like a princess. As I went to sit by Ash on the couch the other day, he turned to his dad and said "there's my beautiful mom." There are just some things that boys do better than girls. :)

Big brother (and little munchkin)...

So it's official...


There's a baby in the baby cave. (as Tom would put it)

One more munchkin headed our way.

We are all excited!

Due date is August 8th. Doc says probably do a c-section more like the 2nd.

Baby is baking up nice...


Wiggly just like Asher was. Took time out of its dance moves to wave hello.

I keep calling it a "he," but Asher swears we will have a "baby Addi." But sometimes he follows that up with "you just never know." I'll be happy either way :)

{of course I'm leaning towards wanting a girl... so I ran right out and bought a boy outfit. To jinx myself the opposite way. Yes... naughty of me. But I bought a little pink tanktop with a flower for Asher... and then he was a boy. So maybe it will work!}