Can you believe it? Little Jimmy was 1 month old yesterday(Friday). He celebrated today(Saturday) by going to watch his Daddy umpire a baseball game in Kenesaw, about 45 minutes away. He had been having a bad case of the fussies since yesterday--I think it may have been gas pains--and the car ride knocked him out. He did wake up a little bit to eat but didn't even stir when I changed his diaper. He usually complains when I do that little job. He did get a little fussy toward the end of the game ("I don't wanna be put down! Hold me!) but fell asleep on the way home. We left there around 5:45 and he's still asleep. It's past his feeding time so he'll be hungry when he wakes up. We had a good time and it was nice for me to get out of the house and do something fun. The baseball wasn't very good (American Legion, teenagers) but it was still fun.
We are all doing pretty well and getting adjusted to life with a baby. I'm having a rough time right now with postpartum depression but I'm being treated for it and John is being incredibly supportive. I'll get over it in time but right now it stinks! John keeps me grounded, especially when my patience wears thin. Thank God for him. He is an amazing father to Jimmy. He just seems to know instinctively what to do with him and how to play with him. He has no problem acting silly in front of the baby whereas I am having to learn how all over again. I guess that's the advantage of having a husband who harbors an overgrown kid in that body. It's just so sweet to see the two of them together. Even though Jimmy's eyesight isn't that keen yet after the game today when John came over to the stroller and called his name, he responded to the sound of Daddy's voice. I love it when I hold him and he just stares back into my eyes. I think we're going to have a little blue eyed blond or strawberry blond. Whatever he looks like he sure is a cutie pie!
As soon as we know our new address in Michigan we'll pass it along. Only 1 month left in Nebraska! We're movin' out of Tornado Alley! Can you tell we're excited? Especially after another trip to the basement when the sirens sounded this week. That wasn't for a tornado but we had 80 mph winds in advance of a cold front. I thought the windows in the house were going to break but they didn't. Give me a hurricane any day over this crazy weather. At least with one of those you have at a minimum several hours of warning, you know how big the thing is and approximately how long it will last, you know how strong it is, and if you need to you have a chance to evacuate. I'm not saying that they're fun (because they aren't) but at least you can be better prepared for one.
Okay, time to wrap this up. That's all from the Meissner home for now.
Love,
Kim, John, Jimmy, Snoopy and Smoke
Here I am with Jimmy before the big game.
Jimmy Baseball takes in the action.
Daddy calls a strike.
Jimmy, the future umpire in his crib, signaling "safe at home!"
