Waylan and Rorey do so many silly things. Since I just had bilateral carpal tunnel surgery, I finally, yet with awkward ability, have time to sit and write about my prized and way over-loved children, whom I head-over-heels adore!
Rorey started out big and continues on his steady mammoth-proportioned growth trend. He is about 16 lbs at 3 months. I think he may be the culprit for my sudden need for surgery. After lifting and mothering two huge infants in these fast paced and compacted years, my arms just gave up—and gave out.
My surgery seems to have been very successful and I am already feeling more strength and hope. I am sleeping regular hours during the night again, as opposed to pacing the floors in pain, numbness, and frustration. Trying to have a level head on my shoulders and raise two dependent kids (without sleep) was getting near impossible!
So at an untimely time, I had the surgery. I almost had my elbows done too (ulnar nerve decompression)—but so glad I decided to tackle this with baby steps. Waylan usually asks me first for everything, and he has to go to papa now for drinks, clean diapers, hand washing, dressing, and constant whining in general. Curtis has taken the front seat as Mr. Mom and I can count on him without fret, to do the job.
Waylan is actually a very sweet boy and is on a pretty even kill with his moods and always an all-around good natured kid. He is easy to please as long as his ritualistic needs are met—his “sippy" cup must be filled and close by, his “toons” turned on, and he likes a silky blanket to rub between his little fingers. If his “silky” is being laundered, then he raids my underwear drawer for a soft substitute. I have to check the house carefully before we have guests enter in, to avoid the instance that my unmentionables are strewn across the house.
We hear Waylan’s vocabulary growing every day. Some of our favorite phrases are “Freeze Bo-Bo’s!” (referring to the silly monkeys of Go Diego Go), “Chocolate milk”, “Silky Blanket”, “Soft--Soft” (he whispers when petting Vivian or baby brother’s hair). We also get frequent requests to turn on his favorite shows… “Yego!” (Diego), “Haw Pets!” (Wonder Pets), and "Wow Wow!" (Wow Wow Wubzy). Waylan however, has the inability to whisper or talk softly at church. He has a loud and excited voice and is highly animated (like Curtis). We love this quality, but hope that he can learn reverence with his voice, and soon, as we have an extremely quiet ward with not a lot of other children in sacrament to share in the noise-maker blame.
Despite his current and constant baby spit-up (throw up is actually a better word), baby brother Rorey needs constant kissing on his jowls and love-pinches on his enormous baby thighs. He smiles a lot and does happy cooing just at the sight of mom or dad walking toward him—I hope that is a sign of a joyful nature developing within him.
We have two very smart and happy children-- I am sometimes overwhelmed to think how I will be able to help direct their gifts and energies in positive and righteous endeavors. Though, I am mostly concerned right now with getting healed soon… I can hardly stand not being able to pick up and snuggle my children as I constantly love to do. A sister at church told me one Sunday that she has never seen anyone kiss their children as much as I do.
Once, I thought that I may I never get this tremendous honor or extremely coveted lot. And then, in a blink of an eye, after waiting patiently year upon long childless year, I suddenly got these two extraordinary things to laugh at, give my all too, and achieve world (okay, maybe just ward) kissing records on… and I get to do it ALL now with my new and improved super-Amy-bionic arms!
