Tigger Treat!

Parker enjoyed his very first Halloween at home after a long week in Fort Worth. Our little Tigger is recovering well from his skull surgery. He is such a good boy.

Chris and I couldn't be more proud of our little man. He's a trooper! Now that winter is quickly approaching we are looking forward to sharing more pictures and stories of Parker's first *Thanksgiving* *Christmas* *New Year's* *Valentines* and such.

Good Baby Boy

Parker is two months old. *Already?* Is there anyway to slow this down?
Chris and I notice more and more changes every time we turn around. Our good boy is sleeping five... sometimes six hours during the night, which means Chris and I are getting more rest too. *Thank you Parker*
He is eating about every three hours which means more playtime during our afternoons. He is a very good boy and usually only gets upset when he is ready to eat or when he is really sleepy and wants to cuddle.

His first road trip went well too. Parker is quite the road warrior. Our trip to Fort Worth took us about 7 hours. It can be a little challenging to travel with a breastfed baby. His first hotel stay went well too. Parker cuddled up with me and went right to sleep.
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I've spent a lot of time thinking of the best way to write about our visit with Dr. Honeycutt, the Pediatric Specialist.
He recommended that Parker have surgery on his front skull bone as soon as possible. After the surgery Parker will wear a baby helmet for about 9 months. This is all done in the Fort Worth area so that will be our home away from home for the next 9 months. We'll travel four maybe five times between October 26th and Thanksgiving and then once every two or three weeks until the helmet is off.
We absolutely hate the thought of our sweet baby needing surgery, but we are thankful that our Pediatrician caught this early before it caused Parker any pain.

Fan of Daddy's Fan!

It is quickly becoming one of Parker's favorite afternoon activities.
I've tried toys, songs, and stuffed animals, but nothing can compare to our ceiling fan in the living room.
What can I say...he's a fan of the ceiling fan his daddy installed last year.
He will lean on his Boppy and gaze at that fan for hours.

Sometimes he'll laugh.
Sometimes he'll reach one hand up towards the ceiling.
Sometimes he's deep in thought.
And then there are moments when those tiny eyes get heavy. He will force those peepers open just to check out the fan.

He looks so cute I'll want to pick him up and love on him. When I do he yells at me.
Seriously! He'll let out a little yelp.
Not a cry.
He literally yells.
It's almost as if he says "put me down mommy I MUST see that fan!"

Parker Pumpkin

Happy October everyone:)
Parker and I had a good time with his pumpkin outfit this morning. My little cutie pie. I needed an October picture for my calendar. Chris and I have one happy little man!




I better enjoy this why I can. I am sure my little man won't let me put him in super cute but embarrassing outfits for long. Before we know it he'll want to wear nothing but a football helmet and snow boots around the house.
But for now...I'll be anxiously counting down the days until he wears his Tigger Halloween outfit.

All Better

It's a moment only a woman can appreciate...this morning I fit into my favorite pre-baby jeans! I didn't have to lie down to get them zipped either. They just fit!
What a wonderful start to my busy morning. Tummy stitches and all, I did a happy dance in the middle of my bedroom while my sweet baby watched me, bright-eyed and smiling. He smiles a lot everyday. I cannot wait to hear his laughing sounds.

I am finally feeling more like myself. I cannot believe I spent the last 6 weeks worrying that my health issues were postpartum baby blues. I was pretty sick. They say when you have gallbladder problems you only hurt after eating fried or greasy foods.
False.
I was convinced I was dying after eating baked chicken, potatoes and carrots.
After another attack last Thursday afternoon Chris came home from work to take me back to the ER. We weren't leaving until we had answers. After countless hours and tests we were told that I had too many gallstones to count. I would need my gallbladder out immediately.
I spent Friday, Saturday and Sunday resting and recovering. I was so sore. I was also told not to lift more than ten pounds. Since I couldn't pick up my baby it was the longest three days of my life.

Life around the Sturgy house is a little easier since 'operation gallbladder'. We head to Dallas/Fort Worth next week to visit with a Dr. Honeycutt. He is one of the best Pediatric Specialists in the state so we know Parker is in good hands.


Daddy singing P to sleep!