little ladies man

we went to visit the jesops today and bridger loved the ladies he had so much fun with taylor and baylee. I swear we did not pose them to hold hands we just sat them by each other and bridger just too charge and he sure looks happy with baylee by his side. he is learning early how treat a woman:)

bridgers baby blessing

bridger was blessed on november 2, 2008 in the pleasant view 2nd ward. he was so cute but he is getting really big and barely fit into the white tux we borrowed and the outfit he is wore for the rest of the day is a 3-6month (he wasn't even 2months old). he had so much family there to support him on his special day.

bridger's 1st halloween

this was bridger's 1st halloween. (for some reason the pictures down loaded in the wrong order sorry) the 1st picture is yoda out on the front porch swing waiting for the trick or treaters to come by.

This is bridger in his costume he is a skeleton inside a pumpkin kinda. but the skeleton actually glowed in the dark.

all we did for halloween was walk across the street because the neighbors had a scary mini spook ally thing that we walked through that was fun. then we spent the rest of the night handing out candy. poor bridge he'd just fall asleep in my arms when there would be a knock on the door. but it was ok i listed to christmas music most the night and played a lot of solitaire.

i'm loosing my mind

alright so yesterday i went a little weird. i had decided (after watching oprah) that i was going to roast a chicken. this was something new that i had never done before. i started with buying the cheapest 5lb chicken i could find and brought it home. then i began my extensive research on the Internet to learn just how to roast a chicken. i decided to go with a butter herb spread and to brine the chicken before hand. i even went to the store and bought fresh herbs. when it came time to push the spread up under the chicken skin it was very difficult i could barely get the skin to separate from the stupid bird. after a lot of hard work i threw it into a turkey bag and in the oven. by the time it was done it smelled so good but didn't look quiet like oprah's. i woke aidan up and we sat down and i began to carve the bird but the thing was all bones. aidan and i spent a lot of time picking off what we could until we were full. then it came time to put the food away and we began striping the rest of the meat off and aidan turned it over and there amazingly was all this white succulent meat. i had cooked that stupid thing upside down. no wonder it didn't look like the pictures. and the night just got worse. i had changed my shirt but the new one i put on was inside out. when bridger was in his regular fussy time we decided to go for a ride and get a drink. glad i ran into the store forgetting all about my shirt and wondering why the two other people in there kept staring at me. by the time we got back bridger was out and so was i. aidan got up to take care of him the first while and i guess when he came back into bed our conversation went like this.
me "where's the ketchup?"
aidan "what?"
me "i mean the hot dog?"
aidan "hu?"
me "well, what's the dogs name again?"
aidan "yoda?"
me "oh ya"
but i have absolutely no recollection of this but aidan said it was pretty funny. i really must have been tired. but i guess roasting a chicken really takes a lot out of ya.

bridger's smile

I went home this last weekend to celebrate my moms, ravens and my own birthdays. it was a lot of fun and i was able to spend time with all my sisters. when i went down however i found out that my grandpas health is not doing so well and he may need to even get a pace maker. so i made sure bridger was able to get some pictures with him. we also have some pictures with his great grandparents on the goodwin side. the other picture i posted it just becouse i thought it was cute and well that's about it not to exciting of a post.

2 Weeks Old

in my younger years i remember walking around holding my dolls being the best mother in the world. i would wrap them up in their little blankets, feed them, change their diapers and brush their hair. i'm sure by the time i was 5 i was a perfect mother for those plastic little creations. even in high school i still got to play mommy for child development with an egg and with the simulated dolls that cry randomly and you have to hold the key until they shut up. but no amount of life training whether formal or just play time growing up trained me for this. the bridge is two week old now and wow i haven't had time to do really anything for myself. all he does is cry, poop and eat. and then with maybe an hour of sleep the cycle begins again cry, poop, eat. there is no magic key to hold to turn the loud crying off and instead of the wonderful smell of plastic out comes a mustard yellow stink (and that is not an egg yolk like what happened to my egg baby). i never knew how long a night could last until now. but slowly things are changing or i'm changing. i don't care anymore if i get poop on my hands or spit up down my shirt like i use to when it was my nieces and nephews. i love that i can pick something so little and scared after getting his foot poked by the nurse and have him cuddle to his mommy for comfort. i love that most the time when he is screaming it's because we just can't figure out what he wants. for instance last night he was so hungry but he wouldn't eat i had done everything i could think of i even warmed the bottle for the third time i began to thing i must have just ate something bad and he was rejecting my breast milk. then aidan came out and tried for a bit and then he pulled out the bottle and it wasn't letting any food out of the nipple. after i quickly fixed the problem little brigder settled right down had dinner and went right to sleep. so now after two weeks a no sleep and having an infant show you how many mistake you make you learn how to really serve and to really love unconditionally. because when i think there may be some real problem going on with the little guy all he wants to do is cry, poop and eat but he always mixes it with a whole lot of love. something a plastic doll can never teach you.