Miles' Birth Story

1 year ago today, our sweet baby boy was born! I can't believe just how fast time flies. Bare with me as I relive the day he was born...

(as written in my journal 7/27/2010)

I woke up around 5:30 am with contractions. They were pretty close together, so Steve and I got our things together, packed Pedro and headed to the hospital. Owen had been (and still was) in Bear Lake with his Grandpa Scott and Grandma Cyndee. We couldn't go because I was due anyday (although my actual due date was rthe 24th.) We got admitted when we got to the hospital because I was dilated to a 4 and about 80% efaced. Dr. Barton was the doctor on call. Dr. Terry was in St. George, but flying in soon. I was a little nervous that he wouldn't be the one to deliver me. Well, labor progresses pretty slowly. Eventually, Dr. Barton broke my water and they started me on pitocen by the time I was finally to a 10, Dr. Terry was there! The day was pretty restful with just Steve and I mostly, then my mom and aunt Chayo and Uncle Chemon were there a little bit, too. I was able to take a couple of naps and drink juice throughout the day because of the epidural. When it became time to push, when Dr. Terry got there basically, things went pretty quick, I thought. Dr. Barton and Dr. Terry both delivered my baby-I thought it was impressive how they worked together. Dr. Terry was having me push and he kept saying, "It's going to be a tight squeeze." They were about to use the vaccuum to get him out (after having cut me, I believe) But Miles made it out with me pushing and Dr. Barton pushing down on my uterus. When he came out, Dr. Terry said, "Whoa! That's a big boy!" I held my beautiful Miles, and yes, he was a big boy! But I was in complete shock when they weighed him and he was 9 pounds 2 ounces! I am still surprised something so big came out of me! He looks a lot like Owen did, but chubbier, obviously. He has a big round face and really broad chubby shoulders and arms. He's got a double chin and fat on the back of his neck. I can't help but laugh-it is so cute and so funny. He even has cleavage! He was born at 5:34 pm on 7/25/2010.

Happy Happy Birthday to a sweet, loving, snuggling, energetic baby boy! We love you Miles!

Miles loves...

His mommy (and daddy, but let's face it, he's a momma's boy)
Standing
Sleeping
Sucking on his fingers
Tickling his face with his blankie
Sneeking up the stairs
His big brother

Laughing

Clapping

Eating...everything!

Music

Taking steps

Talking jibberish

Sneaking out of seatbelts...in his highchair, stroller, shopping carts. We call him Houdini.

Playing with cars and trucks

Putting everything in his mouth

Getting into whatever he isn't supposed to.

Looking out the window

Water...drinking it, that is.

Bear Lake 2011

It's that time of year again. The Hanson family reunion in Bear Lake. We go every year in July, with the exception of last year, because it landed on the week that Miles was due. We were bummed to miss out, so this year we were super excited to go. We love it there!
Here are the highlights:
1. Owen slept awesome everynight. We brought the portable DVD player and turned on a show and within 10 minutes he was out. He also snores louder than his uncles and grandpa.
2. Owen is such a social butterfly. I know this sounds bad, but he didn't want to hang with Steve and I at the beach. He much more preferred Steve's cousins Ian, Breanne, Tess, Izzy, Aubrey, and Cece. They were all so doting and attentive, I don't blame him. Breanne watched Iron Man with Owen just about everynight on her computer. Ian took Owen on a Kayak ride. Izzy, Tess and Aubrey gave Owen loads of candy. (We packed NONE. Miracle right?) Owen literally made the rounds from canopy to canopy (there 80+ people, so lots of canopies) and was playing with everyone. It makes me happy that he is not shy.
3. I Kayaked for my first time and gave a try at paddleboarding. The kayak is way fun and I could see myself doing that more often. The paddleboarding was on a windsurfing board and on some really choppy water. It was tricky getting my balance.
4. Breakfast. This is my favorite part of Bear Lake. Bacon, eggs, hashbrowns. YUM!
5. Miles face planting into the air mattress because he was that tired. Our first night there was a little rough. His but was in the air and his legs were bent all funny. He was exhausted, poor guy.
6. Miles sleeping 10 hours the 2nd night we were there. Awesome. I layed him in the portacrip and he was out until 7:15 the next day. GLORIOUS!
7. Friendship bracelets. I saw an adorable tutorial on Dear Lizzy and decided that would be a fun easy craft for my nieces, and Owen, but lets be honest, he wasn't interested.
8. Steve took Owen and cousin Luke, who is just a little older than O for a ride on the wave runner. Owen had fun, but he said, "I wasn't fun on the runner." I think he thought it was too fast. He had lots of fun chasing Luke around Brian's yard.

Low Lights:
1. Miles refused to go to sleep the first night. He wasn't even fussy, he just was laughing, clapping, slap happy. Hard to be mad a an adorable happy baby, though. Finally, Steve took him in the car and just layed him in the carseat to sleep for 4 hours. Not awesome.
2. The day we got there we set up the tents first thing. While I watched the kids, Steve, his dad and mom spent 3 hours setting up 4 tents. When they were finally done, we went to dinner at Le Beau's. When we returned a storm had come by and collapsed 3 of the 4 tents and left a nice puddle on my air mattress. Nice. I looked at it and turned around and pretended not to even see it. I left Steve to deal. I just couldn't.
3. The WIND! Luckily, the nights were very calm and allowed us to sleep, but around 12 or so the wind would pick up everyday and IT WAS SO WINDY! Kind of annoying.
4. I dropped my phone on the cement and the face shattered. Great.

Thankfully the highlights outweighs the bad and we just love Bear Lake. Can't wait for next year!

Dialogues of a 3 year old Part 4

Lots of random things O has been saying...

"I'm not going to be mean to Miles today. I won't take away my toys from him. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't." (Picture funny smirk and shrugging shoulders)

"When I grow big I'm going to be a daddy, and then Miles will have 2 daddies."

I have always explained to O that Miles drinks milk from my body. So Owen calls them "bodies." He told me, "when I get big I'm going to have bodies and then I will feed miles, too."

I'll be back soon

Today, Owen left for his first camping trip with his Grandpa Art and Grandma Lorri. While they do have my trust and confidence, I get anxious with him gone.  I was like this last year when we sent him to Bear Lake with Grandpa Scott and Grandma Cyndee. I am worst case scenario kind of girl. And it doesn't help that all of my favorite shows put the worse case scenarios in my head (criminal minds, the mentalist, 48 hours mystery, etc). But I know he will have a blast. He will laugh, run, get dirty, go fishing, and make great memories. When I was saying bye he assured me, "I'll be back Soo."
Now my dilemma is filling my time. It is amazing what one gets accomplished with only one child and when that child is just a baby (he naps 3x a day!). So I'm hoping to catch up on my work, clean out Owen's closet, and hopefully spice up Owen's room a little bit, too. We shall see...

Are they racing in my ears?

Have you seen Gnomeo and Juliet? Adorable. I love this movie for a lot of reasons, I won't go into them, but the biggest is the soundtrack. Classic Elton John (with a new song or 2 that I'm not crazy about). I love old school Elton.

Well, Owen loves it too! He makes me play "the Gnomeo song" a trillion times a day, he even knows how to find it on my phone all by himself. This particular song is actually called
"Saturday Night's alright For Fighting," and it plays while Gnomeo is racing his lawnmower against a mean guy. The first couple times we watched he would run around the house like he was racing. Pretty cute and funny how he would get excited.
Tonight after my run I came in with my headphones. We put then in his ears and turned on his song. His face lit up and he said, " are they racing in my ears?" He then asked me if I listened to his songs. I said, yes. He said, "That's ok, you can listen to my songs." He's even good at sharing music! AND he literally thinks everything is his. Today he told me I couldn't pee in HIS bathroom.
And I should mention that this kid loves music. He sings along with a lot of songs on the radio. Sometimes this is cute and funny, like when he sings, " it was not your fault, but mine. It was your heart on the line...this time, didn't I my dear? Didn't I my dear?" Or "I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart." Other times it is a reminder of how careful I need to be when listening to just any station on the radio, like when he kept singing, "I never wanna die! I never wanna die!" Or "I like it like it, come on, come on!" He picks up on everything!