Porter: Your Third Week

Monday, January 21, 2013

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I need to start updating this blog daily, because all of the days just sort of melt together, and I can't distinguish between the third week and the fourth week!

Well, this isn't an update for you, but I had excruciating back pain on the last day of your third week. So bad, in fact, that Dad stayed home from work to help with you because I could barely get up off the floor. I was miserable. I took some ibuprofen, and dad made my first appointment with Dr. Mike. By the time I got there, the pain had subsided, but I got the whole gammat.. testing, xrays, and adjustment. You got your third adjustment, too, while we were there - it was amazing. You wouldn't look to your left, but after Dr. Mike adjusted your atlas, your head fell to the left on it's own. We have another appointment today (MLK Day!), and I can't wait!

Some things you still love: your vibrating chair. This thing is a gift from Jesus. It just lulls you into a trance, and you fall asleep almost immediately. You get really mad, too, when it wakes you as the vibrating shuts off. I think the timer is for like five or ten minutes.

So, the Seahawks are out of playoffs. This past Sunday, we went to church and the to Andy and Jen's to watch the DVR'd game. The game started at 10am, but we had service to be at - so, Daddy and Uncle Andy and Uncle Davey and Uncle Martin and pretty much every man in your life shut off their phones (I'm talking airplane mode) so that they would have NO idea what was going on with the game. We raced to the Mueller's after church to watch it from the beginning. The problem was, Jen, Jessica and I didn't care about following the game from the very beginning, so we were keeping up with the score on social networking. WHAT A MESS... the game was out of control. It was heartbreaking to watch the guys get their hopes up for a fourth quarter victory... especially when we knew that the outcome would be that we would lose the game in the final few seconds. Dad was miserable for the rest of the afternoon, you and I could care less :) Someday soon, I will be the only one that could care less, but that's ok, I'll take it. Nothing would make me happier than watching you and your Dad watch football together!

Your sleep has been less than stellar lately. You have this "awake time", from 11pm until 2am. You wake up, get fussy, scream... and you just want to nurse, cuddle, make me walk. Nurse, cuddle, make me walk. Which is not exactly what I want to be doing at 2am.

You went to your first worship team meeting this week! You slept the whole time, while I worked from my laptop in the corner :) But I'm believing that you were learning by osmosis, what it means to be an active and life-giving part of TEAM CHURCH.

Likes: vibrating chair, butt-pats, music, having your diaper changed (you love it - you hate being dirty, and when we bring you in and lay you on the changing table, I swear you smile!), nursing of course, sleeping in your co-sleeper in bed with me and dad (you inch over as close as you can to my side, and reach out your hand to lay it on my arm/whatever part of me that you can reach... it's heart-melting), the chiropractor, lights, car rides (usually), gripe water, having your hands up when sleeping... man, this is a long list. I guess you're a pretty happy baby.

Dislikes: when it's not time to nurse, the nose-sucker-thingy, spitting up, having a dirty diaper, if you don't feel like we're paying enough attention to you, when you eat so fast you choke yourself/forget to breathe. You are definitely impatient like mommy.

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Game day! You wore your jersey to church two weekends in a row... #24, Lynch. #BabyBeastMode!

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All the ladies love you - two of your Fairy Godmothers, Ashley & Kenzie!

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