Grandpa Phil

Before my grandma passed away I used to go down 1-2 times a week and hang out with my grandparents- drop off prescriptions, make dinner, whatever. When I started getting uncomfortable pregnant- I didn't always make it down every week and since Dom's been here I haven't been down at all :( For the last two weeks I've been planning on going to church on Sunday and visiting Gramps after.
He's been struggling since my Gram left us and I know that he enjoys visitors- This last Sunday we finally made it down. It broke my heart a little bit that he couldn't even hold the baby for more than a few minutes because his arthritis hurt him so bad. I know these little golden moments will mean more to me than Dom later in life but I will love getting to point out his Great Grandpa holding him.

I love that my grandpa gets to meet my son, something my grandma never got to do, but it tugs at me that this isn't the man that I remember as a girl. My son won't get to go play out in the garden with him or climb trees to pick apples- it makes me sad. It's the hardest thing to watch my gramps mourn- He still doesn't know how to express himself... but I guess I don't either- I still cry missing my grandma but I'm so grateful that I have the memories I do. 

Two Months

I try not to be THAT mom and post nothing but pictures and updates about our boy-

 but I can't help it! He's adorable :)

I'm going to use my blog to keep things straight because I know one day I'll be arguing with Armando about when you first smiled and this will be the way that we can verify that Mom is right :)

You smile on purpose, it melts my heart :) At first you did it on accident or because you had to poop on one of your parents- now we can jiggle your chubby thighs or kiss your nose and you smile and smirk at us. 

You laugh and it's so perfectly timed that it's almost like you know what we are saying. 

You let us mess with you and don't fuss or fight it, we love it! You have tried lifting your head ever since the third day we brought you home- you have varying degrees of success now that you are a little bigger. You only like tummy time when we let you suck on your hand or lay on mom's chest- either way you leave a huge drool puddle. You make little spit bubbles all the time and sometimes choke on your spit- I'm just telling it like it is little buddy. I will always be grateful for you letting us sleep- for hours at a time. You sleep so well, in fact, that I  wake you up to eat because I worry about you. Last night we went to bed at 11pm and I woke you up at 6:30am because I was worried about you- I'm amazed and again, very grateful that you are such a good sleeper... and eater! Grandpa and Grandma watched you on Sunday for a few hours and they had a bet on how much you weigh... 12lb4oz! 

I love your little face, hands and squishy thighs so much! 

It makes up for the times when you pee on me, yourself and the wall :)

Twins!

Our son looks 150% like Armando- I should feel upset,  what with me carrying him around for 9+ months, but he's so adorable I can't.
Armando didn't believe me until I made this and showed it to him:

scary, huh?

Valentine's

Our little love bug