Buy buy buy buy a Grand Am!

So some people got suspicious that we got a new car. The truth is we did. A belt was going out on Fly-With-Fire-Guy, so it was time to finally get rid of him. Don't worry, he's only a car and has no feelings. Besides, the new one is better.

Anyways, here is our 2003 Pontiac Grand Am. We got a sweet deal thanks to the economy, a big down payment, good credit score/low interest rate, tax return, Wesley, trade-in value, life savings, one kidney, and my soul.

$10000 down payment + $456 a month for 23 years at 29% interest = living the dream, baby!

Hopefully getting something other than a clunker is worth it and we don't have to deal with car troubles for a while. Of course, since we're Heits, the next road trip we go on will be a disaster. At least it's an automatic so Wesley won't have trouble learning how to drive it.

Bragging Rights?
So many people know that The Heits and Morses are all about playing games. Oh yes, games are great and fun to do when there are only two people to play them. The result of having several games, a brief spiel of time and sunday afternoons means competition!!!

You may or may not know that Chris and I have been having an on going competition. It's being going on for over a month now. It all started because I was winning everything (and enjoying it too...). Then Chris just got this great idea that we should record what we really win, just to see who was really winning everything. The result was that once things started to get scored, I lost ALL my luck. Such a bummer!!!! The score is like eight to three (me losing) right now.

We have even started making up games by making up versions of clue (we have bombs!!) and combining games like Blokus and swap. I think we should do this one again because even through we tied in three different ways, I won in overtime.........

Beware! I may be on a lucky streak and surpass Chris' seven game winning streak. Currently I have won TWO games in a row. Who thinks I can beat Chris at the next round???

Okay so I know that you all want to see pictures of a cute little baby and not hear anything else about us, right? I will be brief in our news so you can enjoy the pictures of a little darling. Chris and I got a new car. Okay so on to Wesley!


This pic was taken when he was two days old. He is enjoying sleeping and being swaddled. These are still his favorite pastimes along with eating and staring. I keep thinking how strange it is that he looks big sometimes and really really small other times. I guess it's just because I am with him all day long so I get used to his small size. When he is out of my sight for a little bit and then I come back, somehow he always manages to shrink, even though at his two week check up we found that he grew an inch and gained an ounce and a half from his birth weight.

At four days old we have decided he needs to be indoctrinated into playing the drums. If only he was wearing his "My Daddy Rocks" onesie when this was taken it would have been perfect!

Here he is looking really small again. Aunt Amy is in the background probably chatting with some friend on facebook.

A small baby again... Weird how he keeps popping up on this blog.

I like this one because it goes to show not only one of his funny faces, but also how strong he is already! When he has "tummy time" he can already lift his head up about an inch! He does not hold it up for long, but he lifts it up when first put down. Then he gets tired and just lays there every now and then squiggling his feet. He hasn't decided to try using his arms to move himself, but he tries kicking his legs.

So this isn't his first bath picture. It's really his second bath picture, but oh well, we can always pretend. Baths are all the same right? They just make you get cold and fussy.

Ten days old and mommy wants to get out of the house already. I can't imagine why... I took him on a walk earlier in the day and he woke up and cried so I had to come back. Later when Chris came home, we went for another walk. This one he liked since the sun wasn't in his face. He wasn't covered up and could see. He didn't like that he could not see where he was going the first time around.

A close up. He slept at the start and end of the walk, but was awake enough to see bright blurs passing by him in the middle of it.

Sorry, we won't mail him to you!

The snuggle bug! He has started to discover that by wiggling he can get where he wants to go. When he sleeps on the couch now he always manages to get himself sideways. If I sit on the couch next to him he will scoot himself over next to me even if he is in the middle of the other cushion. Somehow I never catch him wiggling over. He just manages to appear next to me.

A common sight in this Heit house.

Yipeee!! This goes to prove that Wesley has an official name! He no longer will be written off as A Heit baby like he was at the hospital.

Sorry that there's no sound folks, but if you did hear anything, all you would be hearing is Wesley saying "eeehhh" a bunch. He never actually cries in the video only makes funny faces.

This video demonstrates some of the funny faces he makes when he is waking up. He takes a really long time waking up and has to squirm and "ehh" a bunch before he decides that waking up is the funner thing to do.

We had to help Wesley play the drums. He didn't think he could reach all of them at the same time with his little arms. Plus he can't sit up on his own yet! (Actually Chris was trying to get him to stop fussing for me which was nice because it worked!) He's pretty talented to play expert drums one handed. I thought he was going to die, but he never did.

Till Next Time Then!

Introducing big news...

Okay, maybe it's only 7 lbs 13 oz of news. Today, Wesley Davon Heit came to the world. In case you're wondering, he came out of Amanda, not me. So here's the schedule of how it all went down:

Warning: Due to the nature of the following information and photographs, you must be over 18 years of age to continue.

Thursday, 10:30 PM: Amanda didn't want to go to bed earl, so she put up a fuss and claimed she was having contractions.

10:35 PM: Just like Big Bird learned about pretending to be sick, Amanda's claims turned into real contractions five minutes later.

11:57 PM: Junk came out, leading to suspicions about water breaking, so we tried to determine if it was real.

Friday, 12:30 AM: While waiting for more leakage, we timed contractions. They were about four minutes apart, so we decided to smidge on over to the hospital.

1:00 AM: She gets tested, and we find out she's already dilated to 5 cm! Yeah baby! Halfway there!

3:30 AM: Another checkup, and there's been no more progress. Suddenly the nurse admits she didn't know what she was doing, and that Amanda was actually only at 2 cm the whole time.

4:00 AM: Still no progress, so they kicked us out. I tried to sleep some so I could support her later on. She couldn't sleep, so she probably spent the night jamming on Rock Band.

10:30 AM: More junk started to come, but it was different colored junk, so the hospital said to come back. This time she was 4 cm, and it was party time.

12:00 Noon: 5 cm.

1:00 PM: 6 cm. The doctor got bored, so he stabbed her with a sharp stick and water gushed out.

2:00 PM: The sharp stick worked and she made it all the way to 10 cm. YBHIC! It was time for a pushing party!

3:00 PM: The doctor came back to help out. His phone went off during pushing. The ringtone was aptly set to "Sweet Child of Mine."

3:13 PM: Inspired by one of her favorite songs, Amanda rose to new heights and Wesley popped out. He didn't like being out, so he started to cry.

3:20 PM: While people made Wesley cry, to everyone's surprise, a placenta came out of Amanda.

3:23 PM: Not wanting to waste such a precious organ, the doctor instructed me to chop it up to be added to Amanda's dinner later that day. Meanwhile he distracted her by having the nurse punch her belly.

Well, that's all the important junk. I bet no one read it anyway, so here's some pictures.

Amanda is my hero. She was determined to do it naturally, following the proven Lamaze-Heit techniques. She shrugged all the pain right off. Here she is in the middle of one of her later contractions:

Note: The following three images have been censored due to their graphic detail.

Here's Wesley's head sticking out during Amand'a final contraction:

Wesley during the celebration of his five minute anniversary.

15 minutes old and making a face. Those with extra sharp eyes may notice his weight here. Those with extra extra sharp eyes will notice that he's 19 inches here.

Some random baby they presented to Amanda to tide her over while they cleaned Wesley up:

Here's her aforementioned dinner: chicken parmigiana enriched with placenta bits.

The first grandma to ever hold Wesley. Apparently it was prayer time. That's why his eyes are closed:

Here are mom and son copying each other:

Just random junk:

The end! Stay tuned next week for details on his twin's birth. For anyone interested in visiting Wesley and his momma, call for details. If I just posted the room number and entrance code here, we'd probably have random strangers walking in to abduct him.