5 hours in crib

You spent the most time ever in your crib. 5 whole hours. My little whale warrior.

What a BIG DAY! December 23rd

You had a big day. You went to the Doctor for your 8 wk checkup. You were 23 inches long and weighed 11 1/2 pounds. We thought you were bigger than that but the doctor said you were just right and could eat a little more. We decided to start giving you a little more formula.

You were such a brave big boy. You cried a little when you got your three shots, but not as much as Mom. Your Mom loves you so much. She doesn't want you to feel bad ever.

We either rewarded you or traumatized you next with a trip to see Santa Claus. You did really great, even if Santa was a little creepy and couldn't manage a smile.

Our major Christmas duty complete as parents - picture with Santa - we all went home and wrapped presents.

You and mom

Wynn, I'm watching your mom read you bible verses in one of your new kids bibles you got for Christmas yesterday. It is just about the sweetest thing I've ever seen. Your Mom loves you soooo much.

Sent from my iPhone

Brave boy getting his shots

A Christmas picture for Meme !!

Tired out from opening presents.

Christmas morning

Hanging with Wynn on the couch with the bumbo

Christmas tree and Wynn

Christmas

You spit out your pacifier so you could smile.

O Christmas tree

Wynn really loves the lights.

She stole those top of head kisses. Those are dad's

Nana Carol got you

Bob Marley

Nana Carol and Poppa brought you bob marley the lion. What else should you call a psychadelic lion with dreads?

Poppa got you!

Surprise

Aunt Carrie came by on her way to Thailand. You liked her present so much your eyes lit up.

Lounging

Dad hurt his back and can't move. But why would I want to.

Bob Marley

You discovered Bob Marley today. 3 little birds and get up stand up. You cooed and laughed throughout.

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Dad dressed for Gala

LOST PICTURES

Dad lost his phone (or had it stolen) and the worst part about it was a few pictures if you were lost. Most were saved already so no big loss. And dad's new phone has a better camera and video. So that means... More baby Wynn pictures to show your dates.

You had a big weekend. Thursday you stayed with BeBe and Pops while Dad coached his other non biological kids. I can't wait until you are old enough to go with me to practices. I probably won't ever coach your teams, but we'll see. Plenty of time to talk about it.

Later Thursday is when Dad lost his phone. Friday, BeBe and Pops took care of you while we went with the rest of the firm to Gala. Mom and Dad had a big time listening to Tyrone Smith Review (Super T). Super T and your dad have a long history going back to 1992 at Sewanee, then at Troy, then at law school, and at some other events along the way. Sadly, I don't think Tyrone is going to make it until your first college party. But, we do have video of your Mom on stage with him. We'll share some Super T stories when you are older... And in private. Saturday was Dad's day. We spent all day together. Mom was a host at the Roth's for the Christmas Tour that night and we hung out in our pajamas and watched Cam Newton of Auburn win the Heisman. We'll have a life lesson involving Cam a little later. His Dad has provided us with a couple of teachable moments. Mainly just remember this... If you always tell the truth, you don't have to remember the lies you've told and to whom you've told them. Being honest is very important. We'll talk about it a lot later. Right now you are asleep on my chest, but getting a little squirmy. Love you Wynn. In your little shark pajamas that are already a little snug... You are well into your 3-6 month wardrobe even though you are not yet 2 months. Big shark. I think we're going to need a bigger boat.

Whistle and you laugh... and some love from Buffett

Hey SMILEY!!

Snuck home from work for a few minutes. You were just hanging out in Mom's lap. You really love it when Dad whistles. You smile and laugh.


Bogey is always investigating when you laugh or cry.

And he's ready for you to throw the ball with him.

Kiss for Mom

Mom! Dad's got that camera again! (you were holding yourself up in
this picture)

You have your dad's nose. Sorry.

You really wanted your passie!

Extreme Close Up

After the Hail Mary celebration you needed some comfort. Halftime
bored you. You were dressed for the game and your spit up cloth said
"I drool orange and blue." I threw the ball around with some other
kids that day. Thought about how I can't wait to toss it around with
you.

Auburn Party

AUBURN BEATS SOUTH CAROLINA

You went to an Auburn viewing party at the Progress Bank Penthouse yesterday (Saturday). You were excited to watch Cam Newton (we'll discuss him and his Dad in a later life lesson post) in the SEC championship game. Actually, you slept through almost all of the first half. You did get excited when Cam through a Hail Mary to Darvin Adams for a touchdown. When 15 grown men jumped up and started yelling and hopping around it kind of startled you.

But you were very well behaved and aunt Julie Perry and aunt Jennie-Marie gave mom and dad's shoulders a break and held you for a long time. Plus, Auburn won. So it was a great day all the way around.

Dad gets a hard time from people when he doesn't update your blog. I'll do better. I Want you to have it to look back on when you are older. We are figuring you out. You are a stomach sleeper. However, all the pros say you're not allowed to sleep on your stomach so the only time you get to is when we are watching you closely. Like right now, you're on my stomach where you have been for the last couple of hours. But if we put you on your back you would get upset quick.

You're also very strong. You can pull and push your way around. You don't have anywhere to go, but it doesn't stop you from trying to go somewhere.

When you are really mad your bottom lip quivers. It is adorable, but it makes us so sad because that means you are upset and we're not making it better. Thankfully, that doesn't happen as much as it used to.

So maybe we are getting the hang of this.

Land shark. Dah duh. Dah duh. Dah duh.

Just chilling out on a Friday night

DAD JUST WHISTLED

Friday Night Liveblog

Hanging out on a Friday night and we learned a couple of things. You really like it when Dad whistles. You consistently smile when you hear it. Even grabbed a picture of it. You also really like the tiger on The Hangover. You look for it every time he growls. You're like a minute away from crawling. You push with your legs and pull with your hands. While laying on my torso, the next thing I knew you were up around my shoulder - just from scooting along. And mom just pointed out your arms are too long for a 3 month old outfit. You're just content as can be right now starting to doze off on Dad's chest.

I'll have a Brickyard Dog- beer cheese soup and jalapeño cornbread.

Helping Daddy at office

Thanksgiving Eve- helping Daddy at the office

Great Grandparents with Katie Joy 3 months and Wynn one month.

Cousin Will- world series baseball runner up.

Jacob getting a ride from Marc. John Luke on the couch eating his hands.

Cousins Benjamin and Marc... Up to something.

Cousins Joseph and Katie Joy

Hanging with a bunch of cousins on your first Thanksgiving at Meme and
grandaddys

Busy Day for Wynn

Hang with Dad at the office.

Visit with Nana Carol, Aunt Carrie (of the biological variety - OTBV) and Aunt Jordan.

Lunch at The Brick.

And the Day is only 1/2 over.

Liveblog

Came home from the office and Mom had you listening to the Beatles and watching Family Guy.

Your going to be well rounded

So... You're a month old.

It has been a month since you arrived to meet us. While life has definitely changed for your Mom and me, it hasn't been the wholesale transformation that people talk about. Which is good, because we kind of liked our lives before you got here. That said, we like our life so much better now that you're in it. Seeing your little smile is the new favorite part of my day everyday. Watching you go from a hysterical screaming fit to instant calm just because you get a pacifier or something similar is equal parts hilarious and frustrating. Really - that's all you wanted? That's what all that noise was about?

Your parents apologize now for how spoiled rotten you are going to be. (Or are since you're probably reading this while playing with whatever gadget you couldn't live without that we couldn't resist getting for you.) We can't put you down. We love holding you and putting you up on our shoulder or to our chest. Kisses on top of your little blonde head are the best. Kisses on your nose are a close second. Your BeBe has declared you perfect and a doctor has even given his assent to that declaration. We all agree.

So forgive us for how rotten you have become. We couldn't help ourselves. Even when we went for a stroll in the batmobile (the black stroller with all the accessories) I couldn't help but pick you up when we got to Jackson Street. I pushed an empty stroller the rest of the way home. We really don't even need the two strollers at this point. Or the crib. That big round crib that took about six hours to put together the night of the Boise State v. Virginia Tech game. You've slept in it a good 45 minutes since you've been home. We just have to have you with us.

We snuck down to Tuscaloosa for a TROY basketball game. You stayed with BeBe and Pops. We missed you and thought about you the whole time. Instead of getting delicious wings from Phil's (you are going to love Phil's when you're older) we just got in the car and headed home. We had to get back to you.

Last Friday, your Aunt Michelle and Aunt Trish did their thing at their new place, The Magnolia Room. It was great and we had a great time, but BeBe called and said you needed your Mom. Mom jumped up and said, "It's time to go" and away we went. It is just too hard being away from you for any length of time. We are just so afraid we're going to miss something.

You've already grown so much. Your TROY onesie is already a little snug. That's okay, because your TROY t-shirt is waiting to be called into action. Your little Auburn footies are already too small. You're not far from being able to wear your Michelle Malone Homegrown onesie. Dad's already got a great picture idea for when that time comes. Yes, Wynn, we're sorry for all the pictures. You don't really like the flash on the camera that much. We're preemptively sorry for showing them to your first date.

So life has changed some, no doubt. But really, we just added an element. You. And it is a natural fit. Sure, we sleep less and at odd times. We can't just "go" somewhere without some planning. I had never changed a diaper before you showed up and now I can get you undressed, changed cleaned up, redressed and dispose of the diaper in under a minute. And that's even with the time it takes to apply something called butt paste. Seriously, that's what it is called. Times have changed since that first hospital diaper the nurse patiently guided me through.

But we still get to see our friends. Your Aunt Cat has been over a couple of times to sip wine with your Mom. Your Dad is still going to get to coach basketball. Friends bring you (okay us) food almost every night. I haven't eaten this well since before I was married. I still get to crack jokes at Mom's expense. Obviously. You just get to take part. That's the only difference. Ala Will Ferrell from Wedding Crashers - a movie you should not have seen until you were 16, but that I probably let you watch at around 9 -when you're hungry, you yell at your Mom for "meatloaf." "Mom, Meatloaf!!!! What's taking so long?!?! MEATLOAF!!!" And sometimes we take pictures of Mom's rear end in the mirror while she's bent over giving you a bath and post them on the internet.

We still get to go out to dinner and listen to music. We just come home a little earlier. Buffett and Bogey are great babysitters. BeBe and Pops are better. There is a line of high school girls waiting to babysit you. Where were you 18 years ago?

Dad still gets to watch his games. He just has someone sleeping on his chest now while their on. Which actually works out great for Dad because now I've got a great excuse for asking Mom to fix me a sandwich and a drink. Before I just did it because I was lazy. See, Wynn, you're actually Daddy's little helper already.

Hopefully, by the time you're reading this, you'll have been taught by some glorious English teacher all about tenses and first, second and third person. Daddy had all those teachers and did really well in those classes back when he "applied himself". Daddy realized at the time that first, second and third person rules were really kind of silly and that a writer's style shouldn't be confined by such silly rules, despite what all the books said - but I went along with them because you had to get an 'A'. (See what I did there Wynn? I shifted from third to first person right in the same sentence. And it was fine. The world didn't explode and sometimes you can do creative things with sentences by doing that. Just a tip from Dad.)

And it is also okay to start sentences with "and." Some glorious English teacher will tell you not to. And you shouldn't in her class because you're going to need to get that 'A'. And you should do what your teacher tells you. And that is especially true if your teacher is Aunt Jess. And in doing so however you should also understand that while it is okay to sometimes start a sentence with 'and', the real risk is doing it to much. And the reason for that is that sometimes it becomes distracting for readers. And we don't want to do that.

So... you've had a brief rundown on what your life has been like during your first month. You've had an important life lesson. Sure, the teacher may be wrong, just do what she says and we'll fix it later. Grades matter. I left out all the peeing and pooping and spitting up, because I wouldn't want you to embarrassed later in life when reading this. I mean, do you really need to know about your little mustard looking poops. No one needs to hear about that. Likewise, no one needs to know how gassy you were as a little guy. And how Mom and I laughed each time a "barking spider" ran out of sight.

No, you just need to know about all the special people that have written you notes, brought you presents, stopped by to see you and sent messages about how wonderful and beautiful you are. You need to know how loved you are. You need to know how everyone schedules their days around you to be able to hold you. You need to know you like looking at the TV, but like looking out the window more.

You need to know that people your Dad hasn't seen in ten years called him to say how special you are. You need to know you like baths. You don't like being taken out of the bath. But then you like being wrapped up in a towel. You need to know the towel usually has ears. You need to know how everytime you do something for the first time, your Mom cries. You need to know your Dad does too. You need to know sometimes your Dad cries when he types things about you on your blog. You need to know sometimes we cry for no reason at all other than we're holding you and we love you so much. You need to know your Aunt Carrie stops by to see you every time she passes through town. You need to know she seldom did that before. You need to know your Uncle Caleb asks about you first thing in every correspondence from Taiwan. You need to know your MeMe and Grandaddy started you a college fund the day you were born. You need to know how to break down a zone and use a killer crossover so you can get a scholarship and use that college fund on a car. Okay, that's later that you need to know that. But you're still going to need to know it. You need to know you don't always cry when your diaper is being changed. You need to know when you're not looking, Bogey steals your Boppy. You need to know when another dog got close to you, Bogey stepped in front of you and growled. You need to know Buffett licks you on the head when he thinks no one is looking. You need to know Miss Foxx next door came inside, sat down and visited. You need to know she had never done that before. You need to know she did it again. You need to know it was just an excuse to hold you. You need to know you have been able to hold your head up since you were six hours old. You need to know how two days ago, your eyes and head turned as you watched your Mom walk across the room - you followed her the whole way. You need to know how great Dad felt when he got to feed you out of a bottle the first time. Yes, he cried at that too. You need to know you can sleep for more than five hours at a time - and you need to do it more often. You need to know its alright if you don't sleep anymore than that because that means we're awake and spending more time with you. You need to know you're getting big so fast. You need to know you have little baby acne. Right on the tip of your nose. You need to know it is adorable. You need to know Mom and Dad found out you were on your way on our 3rd Anniversary. You need to know your Aunt Ginny-Vick rushed right over. You need to know Dad really can't sing, but its okay that he does as long as it makes you happy. You need to know all the songs we've made up about you. You need to know that there is a meaning to life. You need to know there is a purpose to your life. You need to know you probably won't know it until you have your first child. You need to know that your Dad would write more often on your blog, but every second he's doing that is time he's not with you.

To be continued...

All He Does is Wynn...

Your going to want to turn the volume up for this one...

The Auburn fans may appreciate this one more than other folks...

UNCLE CALEB / AUNT CARRIE PICTURE OF THE DAY UPDATE

HE'S LAUGHING BECAUSE HIS OUTFIT IS SO RIDICULOUS.