Fire!

There was a huge fire today at my parents' house. It was started by someone throwing a cigarette out their car window. The flames got pretty close to the house, and for awhile we thought we were going to have to be evacuated. Then the wind shifted and the fire headed the other direction. There were all kinds of fire trucks and helicopters flying around trying to put out the flames. It was about as exciting as things get here in Neola Utah.

Growing, Growing

We took Riley down to my dad's office yesterday to weigh and measure him. He weighed 8 lbs 4 oz and was 21 and 3/4 inches long. That's not really very big, but he had to play a lot of catch up from the pound he lost in the hospital. He still looks really small to me, and his clothes still don't fit him, but I can definitely tell that he's growing. I know it's a good thing, but at the same time I get sad and think to myself, "Please, just stay tiny!" Babies grow so fast. I guess that's why you have to keep having more.
He sure does hate being naked, and he screams his head off every time we give him a bath. He also makes little machine gun noises when he sleeps. It's pretty cute, although slightly less cute at 2 a.m. He's the only person I know who makes more noise when sleeping than he does when he's awake.

Farmer Sam

Sam has been busy working for my parents at our wanna-be farm in Roosevelt. Here's a picture of him brush-hogging. He drives the tractor up and down the field pulling the mower and chopping down giant weeds. Basically, it's an on-steriods version of mowing the lawn. He keeps insisting that it's a lot of fun. I'm not sure I buy it......it must be a guy thing.

The many faces of Riley

So things in the baby world have been going great. Riley's sleeping habits are changing already. He will want to eat every hour for about three hours, then he'll stay awake for a bit, and then he'll sleep for five or sometimes even six hours at a time. I know every mom says this about their kids....but I think he really is a good baby. He hardly ever cries. At night when he wants to be fed he just kind of whimpers until I hear him and pick him up. It takes quite a lot to get him worked up to a full-blown cry. Me being the new mom that I am I have to find every possible excuse to worry. Riley has me worried that he doesn't cry enough. I know, I know. This will probably change all too soon.
He sure does make a lot of funny faces. Sometimes I just like to sit and watch his face while he sleeps (I know, you're thinking "Man, her life must be boring'"or possibly "that's slightly creepy"). Really though, it is quite entertaining. For those of you who aren't able to see Riley's many faces in person, I'm posting a few for your benefit.

This is his "I'm a sleeping angel" face. Isn't he cute?

This is his "I hate baths" face. Guess when he makes it? Yep, that's right...bath time. Maybe he'll like baths more after his umbilical cord falls off and we can let him get all the way wet.

This is the "What are you looking at/Please leave me alone" face. He usually makes it after we've taken one too many pictures or woken him up from a nap.

Riley always puckers his little lips. We're not sure why. I like to think he wants me to give him a kiss. (The real reason is probably that he wants to eat).

This is Riley's happy face. I know there are those of you who will try to tell me that when babies smile, it just means they have gas. But I know better!