Micah Grayson Pitts

He arrived Thursday, July 28 at 7:48 in the evening.
7 pounds, 14 ounces. 20 inches long.
The delivery was pretty short.
Less than 6 hours from induction to delivery.
A bit more traumatizing however.
My epidural didn't kick in until about 20 minutes after Micah came quietly into the world.
Apparently he was saving up his screams to unleash at home.
At 3:30.
Every. Morning.
But I digress.
Here is the obligatory shot everyone takes immediately following the birth.
I look nuts.
Kinda like Ozzy Osbourne with the eyeliner.
But everything went really smoothly.
I am so grateful for the undramatic (is that a word?) experience.
Micah is perfect.
Ryan is a little bit more enthused about our baby than Ezra.
She is very helpful and sweet.
Ezzy pretty much just ignores Micah altogether.
But in a non hostile sort of way.
I think he is just unimpressed.

Here is the babe.
He is so handsome.
At first I thought he looked a lot like Ezra, but he is slowly developing his own look.
His eyes are a dark grayish blue and he has a dimple in his right cheek.
Love that.
I hope when he plumps up it is more noticeable.
He is a great nurser.
And by great I really mean he nurses all the live long day, and is pretty much upset if he isn't nursing, or sleeping.
This is probably a better depiction of who he is right now.
Such a sweet face, but so fussy.
His sleeping schedule is a little backwards as well.
He sleeps like a champ during the day, and, let's just say, he struggles to relax as well during the night.
But last night we may have had a breakthrough.
Hopefully it will be a habit for many nights to come.
Crossing my fingers there are no more sob sessions in the wee hours of the morning, for either of us.
Hence why I can finally sit down to type a quick note.
This is literally the first chance I have had to function coherently.

But he's worth it.
Just look at that sweet thing.
Oooohhh, there's his dimple.
See it?
In the words of my daughter, "I just can't stand it."
We just love him.
Welcome home, Micah.

Okay, one more ...

Belly shot, that is.
Why?
Because secretly I wanted to show off my cute shirt.
That, and I have not one, tiny creative brain cell left in my head.
I cannot, for the life of me, think of one new thing to post about.
I am actually becoming bored with this post as I write it.
I might just be a big baby whiner and spend all my spare time thinking about how much I want to have this baby,
on the outside of me.
Not that I am not grateful for his wiggly baby self cooking away in there,
but I am ready.
Told you.
Big whiner here.

The final countdown ...

So this week has been a busy one.
We had major guests.
One of my best friends from college flew in from D.C. and she (Alisa), Britney, and I were able to meet up for dinner.
And by meet, I really mean that her, her sweet hubs, and baby drove all the way to my shoebox apartment to eat my lumpy, overcooked pasta ponza.
They even pretended to like it.
Such good friends.
At least, Britney made some delish bread sticks and I managed to cut up a watermelon satisfactorily, so it wasn't a total wash.

Me (yes, perhaps my hair makes me look as if I am an extra in The Wedding Singer), Britney (who looks amazing after having a baby 5 seconds ago), and Alisa (always gorgeous no matter her hair style, bah).

After they took off, Britney stuck around with her kids for another 3 days.
I love when she comes to visit, and never really feel like we have enough time to play.
Despite the fact that we had 5 kids to manage all 4 or under, we were still very productive.
And by we, I really mean Britney.
She helped me sort baby clothes, did my laundry, painted my toenails, and stayed up until 2 a.m. every night talking, all why I grumped around complaining about my sore back.
I think I am starved for attention.
And sympathy.
But we also fit in a picnic at the park and a trip to the bins.
What are they bins, you ask?
The "bins," as we fondly refer to it, is the Goodwill Distribution Center.
It's only the most undignified, frenzied, glorified dumpster diving adventure you could ever hope to experience.
And we had tremendous luck.
We spent a combined total of 12 smackers and walked away with at least 25 items of ca-ute clothing.
Looky at this amazing jacket.
Practically new.
Swear.
Not to mention a cute pair of Calvin Klein slacks, a maternity shirt, and a dress for Ryan.
Anyway, having her here was so fun and gave me a needed boost into last-minute nesting mode.
I am being induced on the 29th (fingers crossed).
Which means that this could potentially be my last belly shot.
I am almost 38 weeks, and I believe my facial expression says it all.
Here's hoping I will be sharing a baby with you soon.
Then I can fit into the aforementioned jacket!

Wedding wrap-up

This last weekend was a little hectic.
My Dad was remarried and we all traveled down to Eugene to join in the festivities.
We arrived on Thursday and stayed through Sunday, only to come home to a Fourth of July celebration.
And wouldn't you know, but I only took three pictures the whole dang weekend.
And they had very little to do with what actually took place.
Yes, I am on top if it like that.
I like to rely on others to document my family's happenings, and then forget to ask them for the pictures later, resulting in some fraudulent behavior that usually involves stealing pictures off my sister's blog.
So you will get a quick wedding rundown followed by a few obscure photos.
Friday was the rehearsal/rehearsal dinner.
The kids were all participants in the actual ceremony.
They had matching garb and everything.
Maybe I will dress them back up in their clothes and make them reenact their parts, so I can get a fake picture.
Ezra was the ring bearer and Ryan was one of four flower girls.
Aside from Ezzy flagrantly swinging the ring-laden pillow as he danced down the aisle, I think they played their parts well.
The ceremony was very nice, tasteful, simple.
Just right.
And the reception was held at an art gallery and was very pretty.
The best part was seeing all our friends and my siblings with their families.
I wish we could get everyone together more often.
And of course no vacation would be complete without the utter disregard of our children's sleeping schedules.
Let me just say, that by the time we pulled away on Sunday afternoon, my kids were really fun to be around and absolutely did not sit in the tub later that night sobbing for no apparent reason while I sudsed them up.
But it was a very nice affair and it was doubly nice to have Scott there the whole time!
And as for the Fourth of July, we basically relaxed, slept in, and then went with a whole gaggle of friends to a fireworks display later that evening.
Just imagine a huge baseball field filled with families starring into the night's sky.
'Cause I don't have a picture of that either.
Now on to the best part:
My kids riding a merry-go-round.
They had this gigantic carousel at the pizza place where the rehearsal dinner was held.
Doesn't my Dad look tan?

We also snuck in a little movie/swim time on Saturday after the reception.
The kids were waiting for us to fill up the pool.
I think they were watching Frosty the Snowman?
And Scott was babysitting.

And one shot of them in the pool.
They were complaining of the water being to cold and grass getting stuck to their feet.
Babies.
Just kidding.
All in all, any weekend I can spend with family is a good weekend.
Thanks to all the special family who came up.
You know who you are.
p.s. Did you see that my sidebar indicates I only have 28 days left?
I am so excited, because if this baby was sitting any lower, his arm would be dangling out.
Sorry for that.

Summer has come at last

The story of my life.
I am surrounded by maniacs.
Luckily these maniacs are related to me or I might be tempted to lock myself in my room, while huddling in a corner, only to pretend I am alone.
That may or may not be how I spend my evenings.
What am I saying?
Anyway, this week we spent a lot of time outdoors.
We went strawberry picking at Duyk's Peachy Pig Farm.
I have no idea why on earth it is called that.
And collected 12 pounds of freezer jam-bound berries.
We also visited several parks and even hit up McMenamins for happy hour.
And no I wasn't there for the cocktails.
Remember I am pregnant.
Oh, and the church frowns on becoming inebriated.
But the company was good.
As you can see.
And the plus side to all that vitamin D?
My kids were zonked by the days end.
They slept great, I slept better, and everyone was much happier.

Yes, that is Ezra in my bed and Ryan (and her Heffalump) in Ezra's bed.
That arrangement seems to produce the best results.
And that way Scott's side is all warmed up for him when he returns on the weekends.

And as for Ezzy's head, it is healing quite nicely.
The scar is already starting to disappear.

Which is good because now I can use my spare time to tend to a humongous cement burn Ryan procured while riding her bike.
Yeesh.
But other than that, all is well.
Scott will be coming home for almost a whole week, which we will spend celebrating my father and Heather's wedding.
It may be a little crazeeee but we are looking forward to it.
I can only imagine how incredible I am going to look 8 months pregnant in the July heat posing for their pictures.
Grody.
Have a great week!

A busy one

Well, the last few days were quite a doozy.
Starting Friday we had visitors up from Eugene.
Five of them.
So that is a total of nine people in our shoe box of an apartment.
And you know, it went really well.
So well in fact, that we have already scheduled a follow-up visit.
I love when my sister is here!
It started off with a bang.
We spent Friday night in the E.R.
This little monkey was jumping on my bed, when he whacked his forehead on the headboard and split it wide open.
Being the together mom that I am, I started screaming hysterically and running around frantically wringing my hands.
Britney, however, grabbed Ezra, applied pressure to his wound whilst blood was squirting all over her clothes, and headed straight for the car.
And hour and a half and six stitches later, we made it home.
Ezzy was fine and hasn't really complained of his "owie" since.
Our baby Frankenstein will be good as new on Saturday when Scott removes his stitches.

Luckily, the rest of the weekend was all uphill from there.
Britney threw me a baby shower on Saturday with some of my girlfriends here in Forest Grove.
I have no pictures.
Obviously.
But it was perfect.
All of Britney's events are a smash and this was no exception.
She is so talented, and had some talented help.
Thaaaaaank yooooou (imagine this in a high sing song voice).
Then we spent the remainder of our time just hanging out, staying up late, eating popcorn, and even made a trip to Red Robin (courtesy of a Mother's Day prezzie from my Dad and Heather - thank you - muah!).
Then once the festivities died down, the weekend wrapped up, and everyone split we took a trip to the dentist.
I only have a picture of Ezra during this escapade.
The reason for this is that he was calm.
Ryan was not.
I had Ezra go first because he is too little to think about being nervous.
He sat there contently grinning like a fool and watching Sponge Bob Square Pants.
But once it was Ryan's turn (even though, mind you, she watched Ezzy's whole pain-free appointment) she began hyperventilating and screaming.
Once we closed the door, to avoid scaring anyone else, and I restrained her the cleaning continued.
Then she slowly realized that her panic was unnecessary.
Yeesh, what a drama queen.

And just for good measure, I added this pic of the two maniacs relaxing after their bath right before I put them to bed and then did a celebratory dance.
Made it through another day.
Whew.

This week

It's official.
Mostly.
He's in undies.
And doing quite well.
Knock on wood.

And in unrelated news, Ryan has taken a recent liking to Bob Ross.
She insists on painting with him while Ez takes a nap.

I know.
She has awesome hair.
We are looking forward to the weekend.
Britney and her fam are coming to visit, along with Scotty.
It will be a house full, but we are excited.
Next week, I will try to share a little more.
I had some spectacular finds at the Goodwill and a project or two up my sleeve.
Perhaps I can talk about those.
Have a fabulous Friday!