Sweet Faces

Being the mother of Haddon Pugh means I get the privilege of looking at his sweet face all the time. As I sit and watch him, he can have some pretty dramatic expressions [he gets that from his Dad]. An interesting thing about our little guy is that he seems to be most animated on the changing table. I'm not sure what it is about this magical little spot, but we have some fun interactions while we're there [which is quite often because our son has very healthy bowels :)]. I decided to film one of these sessions and of course he doesn't make any of his crazy faces but he's still pretty cute to look at.



How about that for a fun little man to spend my days with? Would you be surprised if I told you that his is actually my second favorite face to look at? Coming in at number one is...

This handsome man. What a blessing to be at his side. I'll never grow tired of looking at this face. The Lord is so kind to have made me his wife. What an excellent husband and father he is.

Well, I'm off to go look at these precious faces the Lord has blessed me with. I may even throw in a few kisses while I'm at it. I encourage you to go do the same to the ones you cherish so much. I know I'm not the only one living the dream :)

Boxing Gloves

Our son wears mittens. Well, "boxing gloves" is our more masculine way to put it. He initially wore them because I couldn't cut his fingernails yet [they tell you to wait until after 4 weeks because if you cut them too early and too close, the skin could grow over them. I know—all you ever wanted to know about infant fingernails!] so these little guys helped protect his face from scratches. The day came where I was ready to face the challenge of doing the snipping and it wasn't too successful. They were trimmed, but still jagged, which didn't take away the threat of scratches. Hence the continual presence of the boxing gloves...

Why am I telling you this, you might ask? Well I needed an intro to this video I was about to show you. I thought you'd appreciate seeing our son in action after the over-abundance of still shots you've gotten in the past few posts. I apologize for the brief footage. My camera cut off because my memory card was full [welcome to motherhood].



P.S. Because I know you're all dying to know, I've removed Haddon's boxing gloves today. I attempted a cleaner manicure today and hope it's good enough to keep our sweet boy scratch free. I guess the condition of his face by the end of the day will let me know whether or not my efforts were successful...

Month Numero Uno!

[Haddon's one month birthday was actually yesterday, 9.10.12, but I'm just now finishing this post! Just so there's no confusion on the dates...]

We have reached the one month mark with our little boy [not to be confused with the 4 week mark that happened on Friday— don't worry, I was confused at well]. In some states of mind, one month sounds so long, yet in others it seems so short. Regardless, the numbers don't lie. Haddon has been an official resident on this crazy planet for 31 days. I don't think I'll ever cease to be amazed at his sweet existence.

This is what happens when I try to have a cutesy photo shoot to document this monumental birthday. This is a milder display of his displeasure with the notion, but I laugh out loud every time I look at it. Each day is unpredictable, which is why we try to take it one day at a time around these parts. This attempt also included a moment where Haddon decided to express his utter disgust by spitting up on the quilt. That boy... If you are a facebooker, you can get a broader look at his range of emotion here.

I am about to pass things over to Haddon to close out this entry. I have a friend [shout out E. Harwell] that writes blog posts every month from her little boy's point of view. It's a very entertaining way to recap the month's achievements and developments and I'm totally going to implement that clever idea on here for the HadMan. Hers are very witty and so convincing that I'm surprised when I see videos of her son and he's not chatting it up in complete sentences and telling you about his life.

Here goes nothing...

Hey guys. J. Haddon Pugh, here. Mom decided to let me take a turn at this whole blogging thing to tell you fine folks what I've been up to this past month. I think she made a great decision, you won't be disappointed. I'm pretty pumped about getting to try out this laptop contraption. Mom and Dad have theirs out all the time so it's good to get to see what the fuss is all about. And I finally get to lose these silly mittens Mom makes me wear. Come on Mom, a guy's gotta develop his dexterity...

I decided to throw in the photo above because the one Mom decided to show you was not one of my better moments. For the most part I'm pretty laid back, but today was just one of those days where I wanted to hear myself scream. I do that from time to time—gotta keep the parentals on their toes. 

Speaking of screaming, that's how I came into this world. I'd been kicking on mom's ribs [primarily her right rib cage] for at least a month and she finally got the picture and started having contractions. I know it was earlier than they all expected, but hey, it was time.

Here's me showing off my lungs. Everyone was pretty impressed. I'm not going to lie, so was I. It was a completely new experience for me. I am Haddon, hear me roar!

Our time in the hospital is kind of a blur. There were so many new things going on and so many people to meet. I'm pretty pumped about my grandparents. They already think I'm awesome. I can't wait to spend more time with them.

Here they are! Papa, Nana, T, and Big Daddy

  They finally let my parents take me out on their own and since then I've been living in a cozy little duplex with good 'ole Mom and Dad. They even let me have half of one of the bedrooms! That's so much more space than my previous dwelling. The other half is filled with my Dad's books. He must be really smart.

This panorama photo got a little funky, but you get the idea!

My Dad also has this really cool thing on his face called a beard. It doesn't phase me at all, which Mom is so happy about. She thought I might think it was too bristly and bother my face [I don't know why she was concerned, it certainly isn't an issue for her face]. Apparently a lot of people thought I'd be born with a beard. Sorry to disappoint, guys. Don't know if you noticed though, but I did come out with a fabulous head of hair...

Let's see... what kind of things would interest you about this first month of my life? Mom's scared to say it out loud, for fear it won't last long [she isn't superstitious, I promise] but I'm sleeping really well at night. The past 5 days or so, I've developed a pretty stellar evening schedule. I carry on for a bit before I actually sleep, but I can't be perfect at everything! There was a series of days where Mom tried to wake me up more during the day but to no avail. Sorry, I sleep like a log during the day...

This was one of Mom's attempts to wake me up by changing my diaper. She definitely underestimated my ability to snooze like a pro amidst adversity.

I tend to be a wiggle worm as well. There are times when Mom and Dad check on me in my crib and I've freed my arms from that crazy swaddle they put on me and am in a completely different position. I tend to have a love/hate relationship with the swaddle. Still can't make my mind up. I also like to kick my legs a lot. Once I get mobile, there will be no stopping this guy. Mom's not sure how she feels about this.

I get the hiccups a lot and I'm really good at sneezing. Mom and Dad really like to sneeze, so I thought I'd take it up as well. It is rather relieving. My parents can be a little cooky sometimes [they often just stare at me and talk amongst themselves about how "cute" I am. I hope that's a good thing!], but I think they're really great. I think we'll have a lot of fun together. I'll let you know how I'm feeling after another month of being a Pugh.

Well I must leave you, I've got some milk to chug! Until next time...

Love,
Haddon

Look-alike?

The recurring question... "Who does he look like?"

First of all, I'm really bad at seeing this in other people's babies, and apparently my own! Everyone asks and we have a few conclusions, but I'll let you be the judge.

I'm not sure what's more awesome about the picture above, my mom's wicked glasses or the fact that we did not intentionally recreate this shot [I stumbled upon the similarities when looking for pictures for this post]! So yes, these are my baby pictures. You may or may not see the resemblance, but there are times when I look at him and it's like I'm looking at myself 24 years ago. [Yes, I've come to grips with the fact that I looked like a little boy at birth]

But my boy is definitely a Pugh. And there are days when there is a lot of resemblances between him and these handsome guys...

I definitely wouldn't mind our little guy looking like them when he grows up. As I tell Kameron often... You ain't ugly :)