10.14.11 Four Weeks

I cannot believe Ezra is already 4 weeks old.  The first two weeks went slow and felt more like one long day to me, but now time is going by so fast.  Here are more photos of his first month...

He is such a tall and skinny little man.  The clothes that fit him lengthwise are so baggy widthwise.  He is starting to be more alert and awake during the day (and at night too for that matter).  Overall he is such a good baby, but he has some stubbornness about him that he probably got from his dad.  At two weeks he hated being on his tummy so much he would roll over onto his back.  We're still working on helping him enjoy his tummy time.

9.16.11 Ezra is here!

Ezra was born on Friday, September 16, at 10:59 in the morning.  His stats were 7 lbs 11 oz and 20 inches.   Marc is so excited to be a daddy that he put up the previous photos as soon as he could to show off his little boy.  Here are some more photos from the hospital.

Here are some more from his first few days at home...

With Grandpa Minster...I think there is a photo exactly like this of my dad holding every one of his daughters and grandchildren.  This is just how he holds babies.

His very first bath at home, with the help of Grandma Minster...

And hanging out with Daddy...

We are so grateful for our little boy and love him so much.

Baby Pics

Here are some pictures of Ezra Ashbel Young.

9.12.11 Forty Weeks

Today is my due date.  I'm 40 weeks pregnant.  But there is no baby as of yet, which doesn't surprise me.  All along I've expected to go at least a week over since my mom was late with every single one of her six children (she was two weeks over with me).  My four older sisters were all late with their first child as well.   So this mind tactic of expecting my little boy to stay put until September 18 or so has worked rather well...up until a couple of days ago.  Things suddenly turned rather uncomfortable and now I understand why some women beg to be induced as early as possible.

So hopefully he won't be too much longer, but I'm still thinking he won't come until after the 17th even if I'm hoping for tomorrow.

***My sister Codi just posted photos of the baby shower my aunts threw for me back in August.  Click here to see the blog post.

8.25.11 No sleep for me

I'm having a little bit of a problem with sleep.  It is no longer the issue of just not being able to get comfortable at night -- I've gotten over that even though it still is uncomfortable.  The problem now is just not being able to sleep.  I'm thinking that whole nesting thing has kicked in.  With two and half weeks until my due date, I've suddenly become a little bit frantic over all that needs to be done at home and work before this baby gets here.  So at night when I lay down to sleep, my mind starts racing with all these little last minute details.  Then I fall asleep for a few hours.  Then, I wake up (usually due to needing to use the bathroom) and my brain starts going again.  This usually happens around 5 am, which keeps me up for a couple of hours until Marc gets up for work.  Then I'm able to fall asleep due to exhaustion for another hour or so.  But last night I woke up at 2 am, and was at first determined to stay in bed and make myself fall back asleep.  Finally, I got up and began organizing everything in the baby's room for a couple of hours.  Even after that, when I came back to bed I still didn't fall asleep again for awhile.  This is driving me crazy.  The bags under my eyes are starting to become unmanageable.  I know the lack of sleep is going to be so much worse with a newborn, so really I should be storing up for the famine that is to come, right?

On a funnier note, when I was coming back to bed one of the many times last night, I accidently knocked over the cup of water on my nightstand.  Marc woke up frantically saying, "Marcee?  Marcee?  Did your water just break?"

7.16.11 It's the Bulls and Blood

This past weekend was the annual Ute Stampede Rodeo in Nephi.  Being married to a Juab County native means we go to the rodeo every year--in fact I don't know if there is a single person in the county who misses it.  This is what I love about the Ute Stampede...

I love people watching...and cowboy watching is especially entertaining.

I love how patriotic the people at the rodeo are. This is Kent who parachutes into the arena every year carrying a huge American Flag.

I love that in Nephi they have a Bathing Beauty contest every year and then parade the winners in a pickup truck at the beginning of the rodeo.  I was hoping to enter the contest myself in my new maternity swimsuit, but Marc wouldn't let me.

I love when Marc shaves his beard into a handlebar mustache and I get to wear a cowboy hat...

...but this photo is from two years ago.  We were too lazy to get all spiffed up this year.

However, Jay never fails to dress for the occasion.

And of course I love the bull riding and bucking broncos!

Finally, I love going on the carnival rides after the rodeo, except we didn't go on any this year since I'm seven months pregnant.  

My first experience at the Ute Stampede (and first rodeo ever) was when my Grandma and step-Grandpa took Mallory and I when I was 14.  We got to go on two rides--we chose the Ring of Fire and the Starship 2000 which spins you around super crazy fast.

The first year I went to the Stampede with Marc, 11 years later, I was so excited to go on the Starship again.  That was a horrible mistake!  My stomach of steel is not as strong as it used to be and I thought I was going to vomit the whole time.

Next year, we'll have a little boy to take with us.  We'll have to find some wranglers and boots to fit him, but I'm sure they won't be too hard in Nephi.

7.13.2011

Last night as we were getting ready for bed, Marc asked me if I had looked at my blog lately.  He said this with a little smile, so I was immediately suspicious of what kind of photo or story he may have posted to get back at me for posting his birthday photo (he hates it when I post any photos of him).

I pulled out my laptop, but nothing looked too different.  "You won't even notice what I changed.  I shouldn't have even said anything," he said.  Then I spotted the slight change in the blog title:  he switched it from "marcee and marc" to "marc and marcee."  I couldn't help but laugh that he was determined to have his name first, but I laughed even harder at his reply to my question as to why he changed it:  "Cuz I'm the man!" he exclaimed.

I changed the title back today because I like the sound of "marcee and marc" better than "marc and marcee" (to which Marc said I just like to hear my name first).  However, this started me thinking about the title of this blog in general.  What am I going to call it when our baby comes?  I'm not a fan of "Marc, Marcee, and Baby Whatever" because once I have another child am I just going to add to this list?  I think a title like "The Youngs" is just boring, and if I try to be too creative I feel like I'm trying to be a real mommy blogger hoping to acquire a following and even monetize.  So for now, we're sticking with "marcee and marc" (in that order) until I figure something else out...which likely could be never.