Where's Winston?

Along with the quilts, he's received a bunch of stuffed friends, too.

Quilts Galore

Check out all the baby blankets and quilts that Winston has received. And this is just the home-made ones, not the packaged kind from stores.

Check them out close-up.

AND, my mom is in the process of making yet one more.

What's a little boy to do with so many quilts?

Go IKEA!

While Sam had a screening interview with Canyons School District yesterday, I bundled Winston up in my sweet mock mobywrap (thanks Amanda for the directions on how to make one) and browsed through IKEA.

I expected to need to feed Winston while I was there. I didn't know where else to go, so I anticipated just sitting in their little restaurant/cafe to nurse him. But low and behold, IKEA is super baby friendly (who woulda thought?).

Their family restroom had a nursing station--complete with a super comfy chair, play table for older children--and even spare diapers, in case I forgot one. Boo. Yeah.

Three cheers for IKEA!

PS All you other moms--any other places that are nursing/baby friendly? (Besides Disneyland, Nan...)

4 Years and Counting

Today marks our 4-year Anniversary. Congrats to us!

Here's some photos of us to celebrate (taken by Scott one week before Winston was born).

And here's one of us 4 years ago to the day. My, my, how we've aged. :)

Crazy Hair

Hello everyone. This is Winston. My mom got a little crazy with the lotion and my hair today. I'm not so sure what to think about it...

On another note, I overheard my mom tell my dad that she lost 23 pounds in less than a week after I was born. That's almost 4 times my size!!

Baby Naming—No Game This Time

Winston Jack Jewkes

We really were unsure what to name our little guy. See this post for other options we considered.

We knew we wanted some sort of special connection with part of the name—all the middle names we had picked out are family names in one way or another.

Winston is a name I came across when Sam and I worked at Scout Camp in 2005. There was a scout one week named Winston. I immediately thought of Winston Churchill and liked it. I didn’t think of this again, however, until I saw it listed in a baby-name list in one of our pregnancy books just a few months ago. I realize not everyone likes it, but we do, and it fits him very well.

Jack is my grandpa’s name. Not John who goes by Jack—he’s always been Jack. Jack Blackham. He and my grandma just recently celebrated their 60^th wedding anniversary. He served in Normady during WWII. He’s a big tease, and I’ve always enjoyed being teased by him, as well as watching him tease others. He’s a great grandpa. We were close to naming him Jack as a first name, but it was a little too popular and a little too short for a first name for my liking. Winston is their 16^th great-grandchild on my dad’s family branch, incidentally born on the 16^th of May (they pointed that out to me).

Grandma and Grandpa came to visit us in the hospital (thanks for bringing them Jane!). Grandma said he cried when he heard we named the baby after him. And he did again as he held the baby in his arms—bashfully unwilling to let any body else take him. It was tender to see.

Coming Home from the Hospital

We left late Monday morning, after Sam returned from a job interview.

When we got home, we put Winston down to stretch out from being in the car seat for so long.

Here Winston meets monkey baby, who was previously occupying the bassinet.