Keeping up with the Zelmans: Snip Snip and I don't mean his first hair cut

So on Sunday we had Noah's bris. The entire ceremony went very nicely. I cried a lot and it wasn't even over him getting sniped. Part of the ceremony was to discuss why we named Noah after the individuals (his great grandfathers) that we chose for his middle names. I was so nervous over the whole thing that I knew I wouldn't be able to talk about naming Noah after my Pop so I had my sister Malissa do it. It didn't help that he had pooped his diaper right before we started so we went to change him and he peed all over himself and his little outfit as well as the receiving blanket that we were suppose to be using. And to top it off I found out that I got the wrong size gauze for him. Epic Mom Fail right before my boy is suppose to get his little weenie whacked = blubbering mess. I was extremely anxious until we actually spoke to the moyle about the process and I felt much much better after he walked us through everything. Noah was given his god parents (Malissa and Dan) and his Hebrew name. Matt wanted to do the Bris for the tradition of it (he was getting circumcised regardless) and we both want him to have the option to choose Judaism if he wants it in the future. We love this little boy so much and we want him to be exposed to both our religions and given the choice to do what he wants, whether it be both, one or the other. We just want him to be accepting :)

No I did not watch at all. My Mama did though, so if you have any questions you should just ask her. Noah did fabulous. And as soon as it was over he wanted a bottle and passed out. The only thing about the ceremony that was frustrating was it threw off his feeding schedule and sleep schedule and of course its the night before Matt goes back to work. But all in all no complaints. About 30 minutes after the ceremony, we had to go with the moyle to discuss dressing his weenie. Which meant I had to look at it. Oh Sweet Baby J...speaking of Jesus funny story. In the middle of the ceremony Matt says "Jesus" and the moyle was hilarious in his response saying now is not the time for Jesus but we can address him later :) Again he did a fabulous job with the ceremony. Let me preface the dressing change convo with the fact that Mama did not have any food for breakfast and we ending the ceremony with a shot of wine. Light headed much?!! So I had to look at his little whacked weenie and when he took the dressing off there was a little blood clot on the bottom of his little weenie. Worried Mama...yes siree bob! So every diaper change (2-3 hours) we have to do a dressing of sterile gauze with Vaseline on it and twice a day we add neosporin. I just have to say that we soon realized that this became a two man job. Of course Noah does not make this easy for Mama and Daddy. First diaper, he has had an explosive poop that has gotten on the dressing and on his weenie....Dear Lord Jesus. I almost cried having to use a cotton ball to clean it off him. Noah did not however cry. Then the little turd proceeds to pee EVERYWHERE...wall, changing pad, changing table, bookshelf that is behind his head, hits poor pooh bear on the bookshelf and of course his own little tummy and head. Later that night he pees through his diaper onto Mama once and Daddy twice. And almost every diaper change since he has either pooped or peed again right after we remove the dirty diaper...sneaky little boy! We have to continue the dressings on his weenie until Wednesday night at 10pm. Each diaper change he is looking better and the blood clot is getting smaller and smaller, that is the only part that still worries me just a little bit...but then again I worry quite easily!

Here are a few pics from Noah's Bris: