New Blog Alert

2 things.

1. I started a blog using Mac stuff. It's at http://web.me.com/rochellekprice. It's so fun! I'm pretty sure all posts will be there from now on. It's easier to work on and I love everything Mac.

2. Why is the new trend to abbreviate exclamations? For example, ridic (instead of ridiculous), phenom (instead of phenomenal), fantast (instead of fantastic), you get the picture. Ok, I made up fantast, but ridic and phenom are quickly becoming everyday speech. I say it bugs. :)

A Bug's Life

Happy Halloween! I have about 900 things that I need to post about but I thought I'd first write about Halloween. I think people have given up on me anyways and only like 2 people ever check my blog these days.

So for Halloween this year Jude was the sweetest little caterpillar ever!













I was a butterfly and Barry was a lepodopterist. For those who aren't familiar with that term (AKA anyone outside of Barry's parents and siblings) a lepodopterist is a butterfly catcher. It was such a blast!













Here is what Jude was wearing under his costume. It was so cute, he kind of looked like a little burglar. That's right he can sit up! He has been for the past 2 weeks now. It's so great!















And this is when Jude almost ruined Halloween.













One of the cutest little boys in our ward here in Ann Arbor, is this little guy named Carter. Acutally he's not very little - he's more like the majority of Jude's cousins. He's about 9 months old and he could pretty much eat Jude. But Jude is definitely getting bigger - he even has a double chin!




















Our best friends from the law school, Rory and Kendra, dressed up as Weekend Update from SNL for Halloween. We helped them out as best as we could for their costume - and they won the costume contest at the Halloween party that the law school had! It was at a bar, so we couldn't bring Jude, so we didn't go. But here is the finished product:

We definitely missed our family - but we still had a great day! Happy Halloween!

About a Boy

So the last post was written the day before Jude's 4 Month appt. at the doctor. And everytime I click back on my blog, I see what I posted and I want to cry. Jude had lost a pound! He was 4 months old and while he was 90th percentile in height, he only weighed 10 lbs 10 oz! Apparently the stress of a very busy summer and a move across the country cut my milk supply way down. Jude is such a good baby that I had no idea. He still slept through the night and rarely cried and there was no way for me to know. So we started supplementing with formula and he gained 2 lbs in 10 days. It's been a few weeks now, and he's around 15 lbs by my estimation. So finally all his 3-6 month clothing is nice and snug and sooo adorable. Here's a few favorites:






We've recently started Jude on solids. We started with rice cereal of course, and this was Jude's response:



A couple weeks later we tried out green beans - and in return got this video. Keep in mind that any noise you hear is us laughing, Jude is absolutely silent:



Isn't that the funniest thing you've ever seen?! The involuntary shudder at the end is hysterical! We love him!

Happy Baby!

So when Jude was born he was a little chunk - 8 lbs 11 oz. Here's a picture to prove it:

And here he is in his going home outfit:

And 4+ months later, my little skinny boy still fits in it!


He has a doctor's appointment on Friday, so we'll see just how long this guy is. He eats alot, he's just long and skinny, I swear!

OK so here is Jude's first documented smile:


But now he has it perfected:


Ha! Two posts in one day, suckers!

Sleeping Collage

I know, I know.  I suck at blogging.  I even have this fantasmic computer and I just haven't had the time to do much yet.  My new place in Michigan doesn't quite fit our stuff as well as our last apartment.  So to me it looks like the furniture section at Salvation Army.  Everything is obviously mismatched and most of it's a hand me down :)  It's not very eclectic looking or anything.  I think it's Barry's dream to live at Salvation Army - his version of a shopping heaven.  But I would rather live at Nordstrom, so this living room is killing me.  So that's where all of Jude's nap time goes - to me trying to organize and decorate this shack.

So I took a class yesterday at the Mac store about iPhoto (which is ridiculously awesome) and so as I was putting my new skills to work, I noticed that we must love Jude alot while he's sleeping because there's about 900 pictures of him doing so.  Here's just a few of them, in chronological order:

1 Week Old - Check out those lips!

10 Days Old - This wasn't staged, Barry took it while we were sleeping.

4 Weeks - Trying unsuccessfully to wake him up to eat.

2 Months - So tired he completely slept through getting undressed to get ready for bed.

3.5 Months - Hoarding his stuff on the drive to Michigan.


What a sweet heart. I'll post some awake pictures too in a second post...

Jude got his pictures taken today! Here's a straight up smattering of our favorites:

Hey Jude

So I started this post like 2 weeks ago and never posted it... Here it goes:

We're parents! It's been a crazy ride so far and we're loving every second of it. Most new parents happily complain that their babies sleep too much, and while baby Jude does sleep plenty, I still have barely enough time to shower and eat, let alone blog! Maybe that's because I'm madly in love with my little son and so I just stare at him and play with his hands even while he's sleeping.

It was a scary delivery to get Jude into the world, but he came out as our perfect baby boy on May 8th at 11:51 pm. He was 8 lbs 11 oz. and 20 inches long... Keep in mind that I am 5'2". The funny thing is that he was a huge chubby little guy as soon as he was born, but a few hours later when I finally got to see him (I had to be knocked completely out -- it was scary) he didn't seem so huge at all. He still just seemed like our tiny new baby.

Jude is already my friend and the new spirit in our home is amazing. Barry and I already love each other like mad, but you add this perfect boy into the mix and the love triplified! I love Barry even more when I see what a good dad he is and has been since the first second. The love I have for Jude, I can't even describe. It's hard to believe that he's real and that he's mine. He's so handsome and he laughs in his sleep sometimes and he has long fingers like mine, and big lips and lots of hair and I love him. (and I swear I'll post way more pics later -- I need help!)

Baby Time

We got mocked for our last mega long entry, so I was turned off to blogging for a little while… But with about 5 weeks left of this pregnancy, I figured I better post some pictures. I measure a couple centimeters bigger than I’m supposed to, so last Wednesday 03/12 I got another ultrasound to check on things.

Isn’t that amazing! He could kick himself in the head if he wanted! Everything is totally healthy. He’s in the 78th percentile for size and my fluid levels are at a healthy high and my blood pressure at a healthy low. His foot measures 2 ½ inches already! And he doesn't have my chicken ankles, so we think that he's going to have his daddy's soccer legs. Can't wait!

Utah Drivers

Our first blog entry! I can warn you now, I’m not a huge fan of the looking-like-I’m-30-weeks-pregnant phase (even though I am 30 weeks pregnant) so don’t expect to see any recent pictures of me posted anytime soon!

I thought that after our long weekend of visiting New York City and Boston, that it would be the perfect time to start this blog as well as document our trip. To save this from being the longest entry ever, I’ll start off by describing our adventure to the airport.

Utah has had a ridiculous amount of snow this year, and Wednesday February 13th was no exception. We left Provo early, around 7:30 pm, to hang out with my mom, who was staying with my grandma in Salt Lake, for a couple hours before we had to catch our flight at 11:59 pm. Good thing we left that early since it took 4 HOURS (!) to get to the airport. There was white-out and blizzard conditions for roughly 20 miles of our drive, and that 20 miles took about 3.5 hours to get through. Not to mention we got rear ended along the way. That’s right. Rear-ended in a blizzard. And apparently if one grey car hits another grey car in heavy traffic in the winter, there’s no reason to stop. Barry and I did not know this until we got hit while in the carpool lane, realized we couldn’t pull over to the left since it was filled with snow and no way to pull to the right with any guarantee that the car behind us would follow. Keep in mind every single lane is jam packed with semis and school buses and cars and no one is moving at all. So for the thirty seconds (literally) that we took to put the car in park and speak to the 18-year old idiot in the other car, all the Utahns had to honk their horns and yell the F word at us (since it was Wednesday and not Sunday) and tell us, “You’re fine, there’s nothing wrong, just keep driving!” In fact, as Barry was at the window of the driver I was text messaging myself his license plate number (and I’m obviously pregnant and obviously a girl) and some other guy drives past and yells, “Hey Dumb-F, how hard is it to pull over?” Gotta love Utah drivers. Let me also add that the kid was so affected by all the yelling that he finally was like, “I don’t know what to do! I’m from a small town!” Oddly enough, he’s from Price.

This is what being 18, talking on a cell phone alone while tailgating in the car pool lane will cost you. A measly $850 + Rental Car for 3 days:


So we did in fact venture over to the far right line right about when it said the 1200 W exit was in 1 mile. An hour and fifteen minutes later, when we passed the sign that said 1200 W was in ½ mile, I convinced Barry to get out of the car and run back to the kid’s car and sit in there with him to copy the insurance information. It took some convincing and walking alongside the kid’s car for awhile before he let Barry in, but then we got everything and went on our merry way to the airport. Sadly, the traffic was so ridiculous that it didn’t add any time to our trip to be rear-ended. Insanity!

We finally get to the airport a little after 11:30, completely skipping hanging out with my mom altogether. I hurry and drop Barry off with the luggage and park the car as quickly as I can in long-term parking. I ran from shuttle stop to shuttle stop until I finally got picked up by the shuttle… to be dropped off at the wrong terminal.

So I run my pregnant body from terminal 1 to terminal 2 and Barry and I and one other girl were at security. The other girl goes first and the security guy looks at our boarding passes for an obscene length of time before casually shaking his head and saying, “I’m sorry guys, but your boarding passes are for yesterday’s date.” Barry and I, both on the defense, explained that he was an idiot. We explained that it was currently 11:58 pm, our flight leaves at 11:59 pm, and it was in fact February 13 for the next 2 mins. He then casually laughed and attempted to explain why he was confused, when we were forced to interrupt him and exclaim, “What part of 1 minute til departure do you not understand!?!?” I then shoved my phone in my purse and sent it through the conveyor belt. On the other end of the metal detector I see that my phone is in a separate dish, but I assumed that it fell out of my purse and Barry put it in a dish for me. Without putting his shoes back on, Barry and I then proceed to run to our gate. Barry gets there first, to be greeted by a frantic, “Are you the Prices??” He explained that I was shortly behind him, and she said she could only hold the gate for 1 more minute. I round the corner, she doesn’t even check our boarding passes, and we make it on the plane – literally without a second to spare!

As we’re sitting in our seats breathing heavily and saying silent prayers of thanks and laughing to ourselves, I decide to call my mom and tell her that we made it. So I flip open my phone and there is a picture on there that isn’t mine. Confused, I open my purse to retrieve my actual phone. Apparently of all the phones in the whole world, and of all the phone colors that the Chocolate comes in, the one girl that was in the security line with us had the same exact phone and I had stolen it by accident. Why not? By then, the whole day was such a joke that I just went up to the stewardess and told her what happened and washed my hands of the whole mess.

But we made it to NYC! Details on that will be provided later…