Todd's Dreamfeed

One of our favorite times with both Hayley and Todd has been their dreamfeed. With Hayley, it was the only time that we got to just hold and snuggle her without her screaming at us to be put down. With our snuggler Todd, it's just some extra time to examine all the features of his cute little face and give him some additional love. Dreamfeeds have been a very successful undertaking in our house. Apparently both of our children have the ability to eat while sleeping. If Todd follows in Hayley's footsteps, he's going to be a good eater and my grocery bill is going to be atrocious.

Before bed, we ALWAYS take a bath

Perhaps it is time for bigger pjs

What a life

Todd at 4 Months

Hayley and I took Todd to the pediatrician today for his four month checkup. My big boy weighed in at 14 pounds, 8 ounces and 26 inches long which puts him at about 50% for weight and 75% for length. He seems SO big to me that I was surprised that he didn't weigh more. Of course after having Hayley who has been such a skinny little peanut, any baby with a roll or two seems huge to me. Todd got a clean bill of health and we were on our way.

Hayley and Todd, each at 4 months


On Saturday we attended a third birthday party for our good friend Luke. Hayley had a ball. She LOVES to play at Luke's house because Luke has cars and trucks and all sorts of things that little girls dream about... well, at least OUR little girl.

Coloring Lightning McQueen

Another party animal

The toy of the day... the race track!

Going Bald and Eating Crow

I haven't posted in awhile because I've been busy pulling my hair out. Literally. Suprisingly (and somewhat debatable), Hayley is not the cause of my hair loss as I get to chalk this lovely symptom up once again to pregnancy hormones. I'm not sure if it is because this was my second pregnancy, or because I had a boy, but every pregnancy symptom was magnified in comparison to my pregnancy with Hayley. So of course, this lovely post-partum shedding is twice as bad as after I had Hayley. It looks like two blond gorillas had a cage fight in my shower every morning and at this rate I figure I'll look like Mr. Clean's long lost twin (minus the shiny floors) by the end of the month. Don't get me wrong... I love, love, LOVE Todd and Hayley. However, I'm really just not at all a fan of the whole process of getting them here.

I've spent the past week wracking my brain about appropriate discipline methods to use with Hayley. Perhaps I should have thought about this BEFORE I had children, but back then I was too smart to ever believe that "my" child would ever need to be disciplined beyond a timeout. You know, "my" child will NEVER throw a screaming fit in public. "My" child will never run around out of control. "My" child will never tell me "NO" in a bratty voice. But now? Now my life pretty much consists of eating crow (when I'm not pulling my hair out). That child you hear throwing an absolute tantrum on aisle 2 and whose mother must have absolutely no control? That would be me. Two is such a lovely age and I'm sure in twenty years I'll see some poor soul who once knew everything too but now has a screaming toddler and I'll snicker, knowing that I did my time. But right now, my wounds are fresh and that doesn't comfort me much and it certainly doesn't solve my two year old's discipline problems. Right now I'm relying on Amazon.com for that. Instead of sitting back and getting the chance to read something that "I" would like to read before bed each night, I will now begin reading "1-2-3 Magic: Effective Discipline for Children" and "Setting Limits with Your Strong-Willed Child." My book report will be forthcoming.

Cautiously Optimistic

I think the earth must have fallen off it's axis. BOTH of my children are currently napping and my non-napping almost fourth month old took a TWO hour nap this morning. Now I won't go so far as to say that my sanity is returning, because even if my little angels took perfect naps everyday I would not consider myself sane, but I sure am a much happier mommy with two napping children. And to what do I owe these sudden naps? With Todd, it's just plain good fortune and perhaps getting out of whatever crazy baby stage he was going through. But Hayley? That's taken more than a little snake charming on my part. After constantly catching Hayley out of bed with two or three shirts around her neck and swimming in a pile of books, I've accepted that it is necessary to hide every possible thing Hayley could find interesting during naptime. Don't get me wrong. I'm thrilled over her love of books, but the 3pm grouch is going to be the death of me if I don't get this child back in a napping habit.

Speaking of books... I'd like to publicly thank my good friend Alisson for sending Hayley the book "Puppy Love" for Hayley's birthday. It has definitely contributed to Hayley's obsession with dogs and has quickly become one of Hayley's favorite reads as she talks about "Puppy Wuv" constantly. Especially when we are out in public and she sees a dog. She yells, "Wook Mommy, a puppy. Awww... puppy wuv!" Nevermind the quizzical look I get from the dogs' owners, I think Chloe must have sent out a doggy S.O.S. because the dogs get the look on their face like, "no way am I going near that child."

Nothing wrong with a little child labor to wear her out!

Forces Aligned

Todd has been on this earth for almost 15 weeks and already he and Hayley are conspiring against me. They both have decided to go on nap strike. I'm quite certain that this turn of events is going to cause me to lose my ever-lovin' mind.

Hayley has always been an early adapter of the whole "less naps are more" philosophy. She went down to one nap a day long before her other playmates had eliminated their morning naps and I was okay with that because her afternoon naps were consistently two plus hours long. She's always been a good sleeper, had a six to seven o'clock bedtime, and I can count on one hand the number of times she's woken up in the middle of the night since the age of 6 months. Granted, the amount of energy that Hurricane expends certainly explains her (and my) need for sleep. Shortly after Todd was born Hayley decided that afternoon naps weren't near as much fun as playing in her room during her supposed naptime. And now, she apparently has told Todd what fun life can be with NO naps during the day.

I'm a BIG fan of Dr. Weissbluth's "Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child" book. Until this point, all of Hayley's sleep habits have been spot on with Dr. Weissbluth's guidelines. But I'm feeling incredibly misled. Dr. Weissbluth led me to believe that I would be Hurricane free for 2 hours every afternoon until Hurricane reached the ripe old age of at least three. This is not so. And I am so sad that I could cry. When exactly am I supposed to feed my Internet addiction now?

Todd's napping habits are a whole other issue entirely. He absolutely refuses to nap for any period in excess of 20 minutes. I've tried EVERYTHING and have resigned myself to grasping at the hope that he'll grow out of this and into the nap pattern that I expect him to have. I will say that Todd's strong resistance to the idea of napping has definitely opened my eyes to the fact that he may not be quite as laid back as I think. It appears that this little fella may have a temper on him. Hayley just may have met her match.

I'm Gonna Brag

Kudos to my incredibly conscience and overachieving husband who was recently named 2007's Outstanding Financial Management Officer for the United States Special Operations Command. You can rest assured that your tax dollars are being managed wisely at SOCOM. Brian's brother and sister tell a funny story about how they once visited Brian at Fort Hood during a sweltering Texas summer. Upon entering Brian's apartment they couldn't help but comment on the lack of air conditioning, to which Brian responded, "I try to save money. Usually I just lay real still." Is it any wonder I fell madly in love with him? He's obviously my soulmate!

I'm still trying to decipher the authenticity of this picture. Brian likes to tell me that really, he's part of "The Unit." You know, he just masquerades as an Army bean counter to cover his true identity of top secretive operative for Delta Force. I'm pretty sure he's making it up. If his hair starts getting long and he doesn't shave for days, then I'll start to worry.

Beginning to "Sprout"

Today we visited Hayley's "soon-to-be" preschool for a morning playdate. We had the opportunity to meet the children, parents, and teachers for her class. Judging by the size of the tantrum Hayley threw when it was time to leave, I think she's going to like preschool. I'm not sure if I've mentioned this, but my daughter? My daughter is NOT what you would call a wallflower. I truly believe that God blessed me with Hayley in an effort to challenge my comfort zone, because me? I am a wallflower and I prefer to go about my business unnoticed for the most part. Yep, I'm perfectly happy to just blend in with society. But blending? That's just not going to happen with Hayley in tow. Well, at least all the preschool moms know exactly who I am. I'm Hurricane's mommy... God bless me.

I'm excited to see how Hayley will develop over the upcoming school year. I am operating under the assumption that she doesn't get kicked out of preschool, and yes, I know what happens when one "assumes." There are nine children in Hayley's class. Six boys and three girls which is the perfect class for my non-prissy daughter. As Hayley's two female classmates played house this morning, Hayley was over with the boys trying to steal their trucks. I was in the corner P-R-A-Y-I-N-G that Hayley didn't tell those little boys what it was she wanted. (Sprouts is a Christian preschool and I'm pretty certain that Hayley's terminology for truck would be immediate grounds for expulsion... have I mentioned that she's now fascinated with Dump TRucks, which Hayley pronounces as Dumb ***** and Fire TRucks? It ain't pretty.) Needless to say, we will be having daily pronounciation lessons from now until school starts.

And behold, a miracle has occurred. In a stroke of pure luck, I was able to get a picture of Hayley and Todd TOGETHER. Yes, I mean both in the same picture. Todd is performing "The Superman" pose. We do this same position in my pilates class. Todd is well aware of the value of a strong core. Lock up your daughters... this beefcake comes with a six pack.

Todd at 3 Months

Today Todd celebrated his three month birthday! He's come a long ways in three months and we've been enjoying every second with him. For the most part he has mastered sleeping through the night and for the first time last Wednesday morning he woke up just talking (rather than crying) at 6:45am. He's close to rolling over and absolutely loves to grab anything within his reach. He really is just the sweetest little thing and loves to have long conversations with his Mama. He's absolutely fascinated by Hayley and Chloe... yes, he seems to have great affection for the females in his life! Daddy makes it home in time to give him a bath each evening and I think it is the part of the day that Todd most looks forward to. He still absolutely loves his baths and getting his silky mane washed.

Here's Hayley and Todd at 3 months. Todd wants you to know that he is secure enough in his manhood that he doesn't mind sitting in his big sister's pink chair.

Happy Independence Day Weekend!

Hope everyone is enjoying a relaxing weekend! We spent the 4th of July at the home of some good friends. All of the kids (big and little) got to spend the day in the pool and enjoy some some great barbeque. We got home at about 6pm, bathed both Todd and Hayley, and had two passed out kiddos by 6:30pm. I'm not sure I've ever seen Hayley that exhausted! Maybe next year we'll be able to try keeping them awake for a fireworks show!

Unfortunately, Hayley was in no mood for pictures. What's new?! It's hard enough to get a picture of her alone that is decent. It's absolutely impossible to get a picure of both her and Todd together that is decent.


Our littlest firecracker! (Big drool comes in small packages!)

The best we could get of Hayley in her 4th of July dress


Playing with buddy Satchley


Did I hear my name?

Baby Fat

And I'm not referring to the cute little rolls that Todd has or those that were nonexistent on skinny minny Hayley as that is called "Baby Phat." Baby Fat is what Mommy is left with after giving birth to two little kiddos. Make no mistake about it, Baby Fat is NOT cute. And so my journey to eliminate Baby Fat begins and I've once again enrolled in boot camp. Meet my instructors:



I know, they don't look that threatening, but trust me, they are. (Don't worry, there is room for Chloe on top!) I did participate in boot camp after Hayley was born. But this time, she has a partner and the workouts are even more grueling then ever. See apparently Hayley is aware of the fact that she will be heading off to preschool in the fall, leaving Todd to be my primary instructor on the mornings that she is gone. She should be pleased with his training so far because in her likeness, Todd screams at me if I break my jog for a walk. Hayley tells me that Todd just likes to feel the wind blow through his hair, a pleasure that Hayley has just recently been able to experience. And apparently the natural west coast Florida breeze is insufficient and therefore I must RUN in order to create enough wind to ruffle my little boy's locks. Which I find ironic because I'm not sure how any wind could be left after all that I suck during these "runs" pushing their "bus." Yep, that Mercedes of jogging strollers that I'm ever so proud of? Consider the 40 pounds of kid plus the weight of the stroller and I feel like I'm literally pushing a Mercedes... a Mercedes SUV... actually, does Mercedes make a semi truck? To add to my misery, I'm good and sore at the beginning of every run thanks to the postpartum pilates class I've been taking. Trust me, this class makes childbirth feel like a cake walk because unfortunately, there is no epidural involved in pilates. I'd be willing to bet that if they made incarcerated criminals participate in daily pilates classes there would be a significant decrease in the rate of repeat offenders.

But the torture is all part of the sacrifice of being a good mom. It's important that I have the energy to keep up with my little ones and endurance is an essential part of keeping my children safe. After all, we live in Florida and I never know when I'll have to grab my children and run from a snake, gator, or sniper (right Mimi)??!!

Ugh!

I've been sick with a cold for the past four days. Sore throat, runny nose, the works. It's the middle of summer. I live in Florida. How on earth is it possible that I'm SICK right now??!! I blame my back. Yep, that's right, my back. While cleaning the bathrooms last Wednesday I hurt my back... badly. According to my incredibly gifted massage therapist I've got a strained sacral ligament. I've done this before with my initial injury occuring back in 2002 while I was doing squats at the gym. Apparently pregnancy can just exacerbate the problem which I was made well aware of last week. I spent three days in excruciating pain which completely exhausted my body, thus making me vulnerable to even the weakest germ. By Thursday afternoon my throat was on fire, I cried every time I had to pick up one of my babies, and I was beginning to feel that I was going to be debilitated for life. Thankfully my massage therapist was able to see me on Saturday morning and by noon I felt like maybe I wasn't quite at death's doorstep. While not completely back to normal, my cold is breaking up and my back isn't causing me near as much pain. I'm hoping to get back to my usual workout by tomorrow albeit a little lower key. The two important lessons that I learned from all of this? Number one, I can never move away from my massage therapist and number two, Brian is the one that will need to clean our bathrooms from now on! Ha!

On Saturday evening, Brian and I had our first evening out since Todd was born. We went to the Toby Keith concert in Tampa with some friends. It was nice to be out of the house and not have children attached to my every limb. Heck, I think this is the first time I've actually been anywhere since Todd was born that I didn't wear spitup at some point in the evening! Nevertheless, I can't remember the last time I felt so old and uncool. Brian didn't help make me feel any cooler since every time a young girl walked by he'd go into cardiac arrest with the "Hayley better never wear an outfit like that" or "Hayley won't ever be able to come to a concert like this without her Daddy" and so on. Funny how children can so drastically change your perspective on EVERYTHING!

Caution... topless video below!

Some of you may have heard the on the news about the condo development in Tampa that will allow nudity at the swimming pool. I'm not sure why this has made the news because Hayley has had this rule in effect at our pool for the past two years here. Anyhow, we've been spending lots of time in the pool and Hayley is getting much more daring as well as more capable when it comes to floating. We're still working on getting those toes "up" and teaching her not to kick while she's floating but at least she's thoroughly enjoying her time in the water. Notice Brian tell Hayley, "Good job, pumpkin." Shortly after we turned the camera off Hayley began telling Brian "good job punkin!" We're not sure what the cheek smacking is about, but I think we're seeing the beginnings of a swan dive.

Geography Bee

Now that Hayley seems to know the alphabet, can count to ten, and has a decent grasp of colors and shapes, we figured the next logical step would be geography of course! So far Hayley has determined that she is allergic to Kansas and that Daddy is a bullrider in Texas. We have a wooden USA puzzle that we've been playing with and it has wildflowers on the state of Kansas. Hayley always picks up the state of Kansas, puts it to her nose and says "ACHOOOOOO!" She also points at the man riding the bull over the state of Texas and says "Daddy." Yes, Daddy can do anything in Hayley's eyes, including ride bulls. Hopefully Hayley will learn all of the states in time for me to bring out the red and blue map for election season. After all, political indoctrination can never begin to early!

Todd at 2 Months

Todd is celebrating his two month birthday today! To celebrate, Todd decided to sleep through the night last night from 10pm to 7am. Okay, technically he went to bed at 8pm and then we feed him again at 10pm, but he doesn't really wake up. Another technicality, I probably can't exactly say that he "slept" through the night because he did wake up at 4am and whimper a bit before falling back asleep, but I'll take it since usually he wakes at about 4am with a full fledged "come feed me cry." He is such a good little boy... nothing but smiles when he is awake and aside from being hungry and tired (oh and car rides) I haven't found much that seems to make him mad. Which is a good thing because I've got my hands full with his big sister.

But back to Todd. We went to the doctor today and saw that our little man continues to be a healthy little guy. He was 11.8 pounds, 23 inches long, and had a 15.2 cm head. Basically he's in the 50% for height and weight and the 20% for head. Apparently small noggins are a genetic trait because Hayley's head has always measured in the 20% as well. I was surprised at Todd's weight because I'd been putting him on our scale at home and was thinking he was more like 13 pounds of beefcake. See! I knew our scale at home made everyone that stepped on it "heavier!"

Here's another comparison picture of Hayley at 2 months and Todd at 2 months:

Shhhhhhh!

Don't tell Daddy, but I think Hayley has a boyfriend. Now before you go thinking that Hayley holds hands with the first boy she meets, let me tell you that Grant and Hayley go way back. They were in Little Nippers together. Grant has big plans for his future as well... he's going to be an educated man as he will be in Hayley's preschool class with her this fall! Don't worry. I don't think it's anything too serious. I'm pretty sure that nothing can tie Hayley down for long...literally.

Postpartum Something

Almost 8 weeks postpartum and I'm still suffering from what I consider to be the absolute most dreadful aspect of pregnancy. No, it's not postpartum depression (although if this continues it could turn into that). Last night I attempted my first post pregnancy run. I strapped on my tennies and headed out the door with my Ipod in hand. I was feeling good and eagerly anticipating 30 minutes of painful bliss in the warm evening air. I stretched my legs out, set my stopwatch, and turned on my Ipod. As the music started to thump in my ear, a sick feeling washed over me (and no, I wasn't listening to country music). I tried to ignore it, but that nauseous feeling persisted until midway through my run when I was so out of breath and my legs were so heavy that the pain in my quads distracted from the overwhelming urge to "toss my cookies." The past few days, the daily temperature has crept up along with the humidity. It feels about like it did last fall when I was "newly" pregnant and sick as a dog... brutal. The heat combined with the activities that I took part in while feeling so nauseous last fall seem to be causing some deja vu. The past few days of swim lesson have also illicited that sick feeling. I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever feel normal again? The mere sight of Maalox and Tums make me sick right now and I don't think I'll ever be able to eat a darn thing that has even a pinch of ginger in it. (Side note: ginger root capsules don't go well with severe indigestion.) Good thing little Todd is worth it all!
Speaking of persistent and swimming... Hayley is definitely persistent, persistent at being strong willed. We have been in swim lesson since March 3rd. Yes, the daily swim lesson where I drive all the way to the instructor's home, put Hayley in the pool for a 10 minute lesson, get her dressed, and drive all the way back home. This was only supposed to be a 2 week refresher course, but Hurricane? Apparently Hurricane felt she needed more time in the pool. The crux of this extended lesson? Hayley's adamant refusal (not inability, but REFUSAL) to float. Hayley is smart as a whip (if I do say so myself). She can count to 10, knows her entire alphabet as well as the sound each letter makes, and can determine a sucker from a mile away. However, it has taken 14 weeks to convince Hayley that floating really isn't all that bad. See Hayley just wanted to swim, which is fine and dandy until she gets tired and seeing how we are trying to teach her SURVIVAL swimming, floating becomes a necessary part of her survival in the water. Apparently what neither I, not the instructor (who has the patience of a saint) were aware of is that Hayley wanted to teach us something about herself. That is that you don't convince Hayley of anything... she makes up her own mind when she's darn good and ready. And apparently she is FINALLY ready. Just last Friday she finally began floating around the pool. And guess what? It must not be that bad. Because now? Now Hayley refuses to swim... she just wants to FLOAT!!! The good news is that Hayley is a record holder. Miss Amy has been teaching ISR lessons for over 10 years and has never encountered a student with the iron will of Miss Hurricane. Miss Amy says that Hayley is going to be famous someday and we'll read about her in the news. Call me crazy, but somehow I don't think that Hayley will be famous for taking a gold medal for swimming at the 2020 olympic games. I think it is quite possible that both Hayley and poor innocent little Todd will be blacklisted from any toddler activities in the southwest Florida region.
So, I'm really beginning to worry about potty training...

Happy 2nd Birthday Hayley!

Our little angel is TWO today! Mimi and Grandpa came to town to help us celebrate and we had a wonderful birthday party at Nana and Papa's!

Ironically, Pooh was the theme of Hayley's party and just yesterday Pooh "magically" reappeared! Hayley came walking out of Todd's room with Pooh like he'd never been gone! I had searched all over Todd's room and I still have no idea where Pooh actually was. Hayley knew the whole time though... whenever I would ask her about Pooh she would just tell me "Pooh seeping." I'd like to know where Pooh was sleeping because if he got that much uninterrupted sleep then it sounds like a location that I would GREATLY enjoy right now!

Welcome to the party!


The guest of honor


Enjoying the conversation


Getting ready to make a wish


Trying to figure out this wrapping paper thing


Little brother enjoyed the party festivities

Amber Alert

Sound the alarms. Pooh has gone AWOL. And I'm pretty sure he had an accomplice. I have searched high and low in this house and cannot find Hayley's partner in crime ANYWHERE! She was playing with him yesterday morning and then he was nowhere to be found for her afternoon nap. I've asked her several times what she did with Pooh and she'll just say "Pooh!" and laugh. See what I mean, accomplice to AWOL... and I think Chloe is jealous. I'm pretty sure that if she could open the front door by herself, she'd run away.

For those of you that know Chloe, you know that Chloe likes the finer things in life. She enjoys being pampered and it is important to her to look good. After all, God did not give her impeccable eyelashes for nothing. For the most part, Chloe has led a spoiled and pampered life that consisted of frequent shopping trips with Mommy, regularly jetsetting through the airport to Denver, apple-cranberry crumble (her favorite dessert), and lounging on a raft in Nana and Papa's pool. However, life changed for Chloe with the birth of her little sister, Hayley. The shopping trips stopped, the apple-cranberry crumble dried up, and the last time she flew she had to ride... GASP... cargo! Once Hayley began eating dropping Cheerios, bananas and other assorted goodies, Chloe started to see that this "sister" thing wouldn't be the end of the world. But then we brought home another screamer and well, Chloe is NOT happy. She's been coping, but she isn't happy. I'm afraid that what happened yesterday may be the straw that broke the camels back though. Seeing as how I have my hands full right now, it's been near impossible for me to keep up with the demands of keeping my little pooch groomed properly. Summer is coming and I know that Chloe has such a heavy coat of fur so I broke down and took Chloe to De La Pooch Salon for a... puppy cut. While the spa treatment was a good time for her to unwind, because after all a day hiding under the bed from the two year old that is obsessed with her can stress a gal out, I'm not sure Chloe is exactly thrilled with her new cut. Yes Chloe, I think we can all relate to that bad haircut feeling at sometime or another. I've been trying to convince Chloe that she didn't get a bad haircut, but when you go from luxurious locks like this:


to this:


it can take a little getting used to. Of course Chloe should be thrilled with her new cut. Ever since we picked her up from the salon Hayley has been calling her "Puppy." I've been trying to explain to Hayley that "Puppy" is actually Chloe with a new hairstyle, but she refuses to believe me. I may book an appointment for myself at De La Pooch because I could stand to look like a "pup" again. Little Hurricane is making me old before my time.

In other news, Todd is now an official "citizen" with the number that makes him vulnerable to identity theft to prove it! He looks excited. I don't think he understands how taxes work just yet.

Oh brother!

I had quite the interesting week with Hayley last week. She's starting to say a lot more things (and yes, we're still having the problem pronouncing truck) and I can only wonder where she comes up with the things she does. On Thursday she decided it was appropriate to start calling me by my first name. I would ask her to do something and she would respond with "okay Selweey." WHAT??? You'd think she could at least refer to me as Ms. Selweey.

She's also becoming more bold with Todd which means I have to watch her like a hawk. Poor little brother has had the pacifier rammed in his mouth more times then I'm sure he'd like. Each morning before swim lesson I pack up all the towels and items we need and take them out to the car before I load the kids up. Hayley always follows me out to the car, except last week she would run out and babble something that ended with brother. I'm pretty sure she was telling me not to forget him. Or she could have been saying "hurry up let's go before brother knows we're gone!" Either way, it is sweet for her to think of him!

So Friday we spent the morning filling and playing with her water table. After getting scolded for trying to climb into the water table, apparently Hayley decided she could get the same effect by just dunking her head in the water. She did this repeatedly. Once again, if only I could figure out what was going through her head.

Saturday morning we went and signed Hayley up for an indoor soccer program. She'll attend classes every Saturday morning and participate with Daddy. I'm sure this will be VERY entertaining.

A growing boy

Todd got a passing grade at his one month checkup. He's gained plenty of weight and is the healthy, growing boy that we prayed for. He came in at 21.5 inches long and 9pounds and 7 ounces... a whole two pounds above his birth weight. By the looks of him, I had a feeling he'd gained quite a bit of weight as he seems huge to me now. He's still only in the 35% though for weight and about 50% for length. Hayley was such a slow gainer and is still our little light weight. (Dynamite comes in small packages.)

Here's a picture of both Hayley and Todd at one month for comparison: