John Peyton - 6 weeks

The time is flying by - it is hard to remember life without John Peyton in our lives now. His schedule is pretty predictable and he eats about every 3-4 hours during the day. We top him off with either a bottle or breast around 9:30 or 10 pm and then we get up around 2:30 or 3 am and then again for the day around 6:30 or 7 am. Not too bad! I think he has just started to really smile at us but I can't seem to capture it on film.

Last Day of School

This week was Alivia's last day of school with Ms. Jami. We had such a great year - it is hard to see it end. All of the kids in her class were so cute and they all got along so well. The top picture is the last day of school while the bottom picture is the first day of school. Ms. Jami was a great teacher and Alivia has said on many occasions, "I am going to miss Ms. Jami."

Friends

I still have friends from Alivia's age (Jill, I am talking to you!). This is a friend of Alivia's who lives in our neighborhood - her name is Katherine and we are all in Fellowship together. Her mom (Kristine) and I went to high school together, graduated the same year and both married men named Matt. Plus, she has a girl and boy the same ages as my Alivia and Will and she is expecting baby #3 this August. How crazy is that? Our worlds are so similar. I thought this pic was too adorable not to post. . . Here is to lifelong friends!!!

My Sweet Girl

Alivia and I had a fun weekend. We started off on Friday with our last pre-team swim lessons. The coaches kindly told us that Alivia would be best served with some private lessons before returning next summer. I can't say I was too shocked, since she left every lesson with dry hair! On Saturday we went to an all-girls birthday party for a little friend of ours. She was so excited to wear hand me down outfits that were given to her by Catherine Burke. She has worn something from Catherine all week.

3 1/2 weeks old

John Peyton is 3 1/2 weeks old today and already has his first cold. UGH! Being the third child, I simply cannot protect him from all the bugs that Alivia and Will bring home. As I said to Alivia the other day, "Honey, please do not pick your nose and then put John's pacifier in his mouth," or later the same day "Alivia, please do not cough in John's face." Poor little guy.

Mother's Day

My Grandmother ("Mama T") rode the train from Fort Worth to visit us for the weekend and to meet John Peyton. We had a nice dinner at Peyton and Emily's and Mama T just took all the craziness in. At 92 years old, she has good humor about all the activity. And Will seemed to really think she was special. Grandmother had more than a few laughs at Will's conversations with her.

Swim Team!

Alivia went to her first "practice" for swim team yesterday. There were more kids her age than I expected and all were girls except 2 little boys! I forgot my camera, so I took this shot with my phone. Alivia did pretty well, although we need to work on getting her to put her face under the water. These first 2 weeks are just a trial to see if she will make the team or not. . .

(Alivia is the one without a cap on, 5th from the left)

Daddy and Will

First Bath and 2 Week Check Up

So we finally got around to giving John his first bath! The pictures aren't great, but you get the idea. Alivia and Will were super-excited to "help" out so we really had to pay attention. John liked the bath overall. . .

We also had our 2-week check up with Dr. Dawson yesterday. John gained 14 oz. since being discharged from the hospital so we are well on our way (total weight 8 lbs. 14 oz.)! Dr. Dawson said he looked great. Next appt: 2 months old.

2 Weeks Old!

John is 2 weeks old today. Alivia is handling the change like a champ and even said today, "I love having a baby brother." Will, on the other hand, is a little more unsure about the whole thing. He swings from his charming self to complete defiance over the littlest things. But as Matt reminds me, we just need to give him some grace as he transitions to this huge life change. Hang in there, Will! We love all three of you so much. . .