Brady vs. Layla

Ok, don't worry this isn't another blog from Brady.  I just wanted to see what the differences were between the kiddos at these ages to see how alike/different they are. Here are the differences between Brady and Layla:  (Brady is on the top, Layla, bottom).

Birth

Going home from the hospital

1 week

2 weeks

3 weeks

1 Month

5 Weeks

Layla Update

Time really has been flying! Layla is 5.5 weeks already, crazy!! Life has gotten to the "new normal" now.  Brian went back to work and so began my 9 hour days alone with the kiddos. But who's counting the hours, right?!  Brian had some days where he flew and was gone 12+ hours which made for a tired mama! I'm not going to lie, life with 2 is crazy and leaves very little time for myself.  Most days I collapse into bed but I absolutely love my kiddos and feel so blessed to be able to stay home with them everyday.  I am still exclusively breastfeeding so I usually feed Layla around 10 pm, again at 3 am (usually up for 30 minutes to an hour), and then again at 6 which usually wakes Brady up, thus we all are up!  Needless to say sleep and the house are low on the priority list but we are all fed, clean, and happy and that's what counts, right?! :)  Layla has gotten fussier as the weeks go on but she is by no means as fussy as Brady was.  She just started to smile and is starting to coo more and more.  She just grew out of her newborn clothes so dressing her in all of her new 3 month clothes have been a blast! I just can't get over how cute girl clothes are!  Here are some recent pictures of Miss L:

Layla awake more and more! 3 weeks old here

She adores her brother and always turns her head to where he is.

I think she looks like her daddy!

Layla at 5 weeks

Her first smiles!

So sweet. She's losing her hair though, looks like another bald baby! :(

Tummy time!

Me and my little girl

Sorry, a little out of order.  Layla, 1 month old

1 Month young!

Ok so not as good as her newborn pictures!

My tired self with my little gal!

Dear Layla,

Hi Layla! It's your big brother Brady!  The smartest, funniest, best looking one in the whole family.  Yep that's me! I thought since you've been here a little while I would write you a little letter. Just some things to remember, to dwell on, so on so forth.  Just some things to consider.  Ok? 

See that?  See that handsome baby? Yep that's me.  I know you don't know this but we once were a family of 3.  And we had a blast. And you think those things you eat off of are brand new? Umm no you got the used boobies at Mommy GarageSale.com

See that carseat? Yep that used to be mine.  Let's just remember that a lot of the things that you have, yep, they used to be mine. 

See that shoulder you're spitting up on? Yep that used to be my shoulder of choice to spit up on. 

See this belly button? It's mine. Respect it.

Know why I give you kissies all the time? Cuz our parents eat that stuff up.  "Awwhh what a good big brother, awwwhh Brady you're so sweet, Brady want a cookie?"  Yeah I have this all figured out.

Ok, so you can just kindly exit out that way, take your first left onto Cornhusker Ave and I'm sure a lovely family will pick you up.

Know why our parents buy you cute things and dress you up all cute?  I think it's because they're afraid you're not as good looking as me.  I'm sorry.

And just so you know, watermelon is the best. THE BEST!

Anytime you do anything wrong I WILL tell Mom and you WILL be in trouble.

I see that you're still playing the innocent act.  I know that you're up to something. I have seen those diapers you've made. I don't know what you're eating but you're not fooling anyone with the whole innocent thing.

I will pretend to like holding you in order to get praise, cookies, and Caillou time.  Don't think that I like you.

That whole spitting up thing is just disgusting.  And I will show your future boyfriends these pictures.

Shhh... don't tell anyone but I will always protect you from the bad guys, mean guys, really any guys. 

Really, you're not that bad. In fact, you're just kind of cute.  I like that when you cry that I can get into trouble and that all of the focus isn't on me (so much pressure to be so great).

So let's all together yell Ooohh yeah Layla!

Oh hell no, did she just spit up on me? I do not get paid enough for this crap. Whatever, I tried to be nice. Layla, you stink.

Love,

Brady

Daddy Home...Yay!!

Sorry for not updating lately...life, like usual, has just been flying by leaving me with little time to sit at the computer and update this thing.  So, like usual, I will be updating 5 blogs at once since Brian is home early and is watching the kiddos.  Brian was so blessed to have 14 days off for paternity leave so we decided to do as much as we could, kind of like a mini summer vacation.  At the time Layla didn't do much but eat and sleep so it was pretty easy to pack them up and do different activities.  Oh wait, here comes Brady.  He would like to tell you all about the time when Daddy home (that's what he calls it)!

Hi everybody!  I am awake from my nap and I find it is my duty to tell you about the days that were, shall we say, Daddy field trip times.  Here let me show you:

So when Daddy was home we did lots of cool things.  Here is us all eating macaroni and cheese together.  Ooohh yeah!

Daddy grew a beard...

This is what Layla thought of it

We went to this cool indoor trampoline place.  Daddy loved it.

Then we went to a splash pad. Pretty cool, pretty cool.

Then we went to Lincoln and went to the Children's Museum.  Daddy thought this was probably one of the best places he'd ever been.  See how excited he is?  I'm just trying to make sure I didn't back this thing over any kids (even though I kind of wanted to).

We sat in a big chair.  Dad thought it was awesome...me not so much.

Then they brought me to a construction site. 

I could dig it!  Oh Brady, stop, you're too funny. Right?

Then I showed Daddy a thing or two about airplanes.



Best way to fly an airplane? Drink in hand. Relax, relax, it's just milk.

Mom and I were checking out this cool motorcycle thing. It was ok.

Then of course Daddy had to get on.  Geez dad, this place is for me!

Checking out a fire truck.



See what I mean? So immature, geez.

Ride em cowboy, whoooeee!

Then we had to drive all the way over to the capitol so that Dad could see a statue of Lincoln in Lincoln.  Cool dad, was it worth it? 

Then Dad and I went up to the top of the capitol building.

Mom and Layla were too scared of the elevator.  See that little blob on the sidewalk down there? That's them.

Hey weeny mom, how's the view down there?

Then we got ice cream...ooohh yeah!!

Another day we went to the Papillion Days carnival.  Since I am Papillion's toddler resident of the year I got first dibs on the rides.  Unfortunately my dad did too.  Here's us on the faster rollercoaster ever!

 Here's dad and I in line for the big slide. The creepy ride worker guy (I think that carnie is a deragatory word so I prefer to refer to him as that) gave me that dog in my hands that smelt like 3 Layla diapers mixed with Bougie's breath.  How many tickets would it take for you to disappear guy?

The slide was ok. I think that guy put a hex on us.

Yay for carnivals!

And then we slept.

For days.

And days.



And then Daddy had to shave and go back to work.

The End!