Mormon Night at Minute Maid Park

We like that Houston has a Major League Baseball team (we don't care that they are not any good). Last night was "Mormon Night" at the Astros game, and we headed down there with our friends the Linfords (also recent transplants from BYU). The park was packed with families, and there was a line for the diaper changing station in the women's restroom.

We didn't get there until the 6th inning, but it was just in time to see the only Astros Grand Slam of the game. (unfortunately, the ball park was indoors, and more than incredibly loud when the Astros scored -- Ian freaked out, understandably, and Scott and I spent most of the rest of the game pacing around out by the concession stand.) But the whole retractable roof idea was cool, and the little Minute Maid Locomotive that moved (slowly) across the wall when the Grand Slam was hit was pretty cool. And it's always fun to get out of the house.

New Larson Family Rule: No Larsons shall go to baseball games until at least 3 years of age. Notice me plugging Ian's ear. Amazingly, he eventually fell asleep, and stayed asleep through all of the Astro's victory cheers.

Focaccia

I decided to try a new recipe for focaccia and chicken salad sandwiches. They turned out so beautifully, I just had to snap a picture. (Okay, the bread-maker did most of the work, but still.) And the leftovers gave me a good excuse to have our new neighbor over for lunch.

I have decided that I enjoy cooking. (This was a long time coming.) I attribute it to a very supportive husband who also cooks a lot, and to a dinner group we participated in while living in Wymount. (Thanks for saving us from Maccaroni and Cheese, Lisa!) And to a weekly cooking lesson by a wonderful chef in our ward Relief Society, who helped to demystify the process of handling raw meat.

Update

I took Ian for another round of immunizations today, and it looks like our boy has been doing some growing again! This time he weighed in at 17 lbs. 14 oz. (I don't know what percentile that is, but it can't be bad for 3 months and 2 days old. Especially considering that he has gained 2 pounds in two weeks... amazing.) And haven't I lost an amount equal to what he has gained? Sounds good to me...
The shots seemed to have gone better this time -- I gave him some baby Tylenol before we left the clinic, and I think it helped.

Three Months Old

As of yesterday (July 10, 2007), Ian is three months old! It is hard to believe how much time has passed, though it seems as if Ian has always been a part of our family. Here is a run-down of what it is like to be Ian at three months.

Height: 24"
Weight: 16 lbs, 1 oz. (97 percentile!)
Eye Color: Blue

Favorite past-times: Drooling profusely, chewing on Mommy's shoulder, smiling at anyone, singing Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree (or listening to mommy sing it, rather, and watching her hands), chewing on Daddy's thumb during dinner time, looking at and talking to the ceiling fans (especially the living room fan) working arms out of a swaddled blanket, eating, laughing, babbling to Mom and Dad, ferociously "gumming" burp cloths and blankets, taking baths in the ducky tub, getting diaper changed (seriously--he gets very excited), being held facing outward, doing crunches (we think in preparation of sitting up) and definitely not sleeping during the daytime.

Ian still insists on being swaddled at naptimes and bedtimes, though he has obviously outgrown even his biggest blankets.