Check Up

Riley had his two-month check up today. I thought I'd just let everyone in on how he's doing. He now weighs 12 lbs 6 oz and he's 24 inches long. He's in the 50th percentile for his weight and head circumference, but he's in the 85% percentile for his height. In other words, he's growing like a weed. It's weird because I took him to a WIC appointment two and a half weeks ago. They weighed and measured him there too, and he was only in the 25th percentile for all three categories. I'm wondering if the WIC people measured wrong or if he just hit a huge growth spurt.
It was really hard to see him get his shots. He had to get poked four times, and man did he cry (i must confess that I cried a tiny little bit too). After crying hysterically for about three minutes, he fell asleep.

It's Autumn Time

Sam and I went hiking up Provo Canyon last weekend. The leaves were all turning colors, so it was beautiful. We took Riley along in a little backpack/babycarrier thingie that we bought for him. He seemed to like it a lot. He was looking around at everything and smiling. Hooray for autumn!!

The Mommy Syndrome

Okay, so I have this great memory from my childhood. All four of us Morrill kids are lined up by the door with freshly scrubbed faces. My mom is trying to get us out the door before some sort of disaster occurs and we’re late AGAIN. She’s running around the house frantically, looking for her keys. Her teeth are clinched and she’s asking, “Where in the world are my keys?” Why are her teeth clinched? Because her keys are dangling from her mouth.
At the time, we all thought that was pretty funny. But now I understand something that I never knew before. I’ve always been absent minded, but now it’s worse than ever. I’ve decided that once you become a mom, you lose your mind.
Let me present some evidence. A couple of weeks ago, I was getting gas. As I got in my car and started to pull away, I happened to look out the car window. I had left the gas nozzle in my car pump, and as I pulled away, it jerked it out and went flying. My fellow gas pumpers all thougt that was pretty funny.
Later, Sam and I locked our keys in the car. The bad part was Riley was still in it. Luckily, the car was running so he didn’t get too hot. We stood there for about 10 minutes while Sam tried to break in. It was unsuccessful, so we decided to call the police. It was at that point that my mom noticed my purse dangling from my shoulder and asked, “Are your keys in there by any chance?” The answer to that was yes, of course they were. In the ten minutes of frantic deliberation, the fact that I had my keys right there beside me didn’t even cross my mind.
After that, Sam and I decided to go to Barnes and Noble. After taking Riley out of the car, I looked down and noticed I had forgotten to buckle him into his car seat.
All of this happened in a 24 hour period. For those of you who are thinking of reporting me to child services, please don’t! I promise that I won’t do stupid things that endanger Riley’s life anymore. However, I’m sure I’ll keep doing plenty of stupid things that don’t endanger his life.
Anyway, I want to hear all of you mothers out there fess up. Has anyone else noticed that a vicious cycle of stupidity began with the birth of your first child? Or is it just me?

Say Cheese

Riley now smiles!!! It's a lot of fun. It was hard to capture a good smile on camera; these were the best shots I got. He smiles every time I sing "The Eensy Weensie Spider." Sometimes it's confusing though, because he'll smile and two second later he'll start crying. Maybe my singing is bad.

Our Place

Here's the living room. There's not much to say about it. It's where we do all of our TV watching.
Here's the kitchen. It's nice to have a little more room to move around. And.....get this.....it even has a dishwasher. It's like Christmas, birthdays, and Canadian boxing day all wrapped into one.

Thanks to Becca and Tyler for supplying the letters for Riley's name. I'm pretty sure he knows how to spell it already. If you think the letters look a little crooked, please keep it to yourself. It took me a stinking long time to get those things as straight as they are now.

So we really love our new place. It's nice and new and doesn't smell like mildew. The previous tenant was evicted, and the landlord had to move all of the stuff out for her because no one knows where she went. He told us one of these days she'll probably show up and be like, "Hey, who are you and where is all of my stuff?" As more and more time passes, I've stopped worrying. I think she's gone for good. It still beats the homeless man living under the tree outside the bedroom window of our old apartment.

More Pictures (Again)