Friday, July 31, 2009

The Third Month's a Charm?

So little guy is three months old. How are things different? Well, he's had a couple of sleeping through the nights, he's getting better on napping, and he loves to laugh at his daddy. He smiles at me, but he full on laughs at Ben. Maybe because Ben has a bigger head...who knows. We just love this little man so much right now.

He does sleep. And when he does, we document it. Here he is napping with me on a Sunday afternoon. We're almost mirror images of each other in the way we are laying.

Sleeping on his own. I'm pretty sure this was one of those quick naps. Doesn't he look like a little angel?

And here he is at night laying beside Ben. He doesn't sleep in our bed, but sometimes he falls asleep on our bed.

And proof that he's getting more control. A little push up wave during tummy time. I was so glad I had my camera for this one.
I hear the 4th month is where everything just becomes bliss. It's pretty awesome right now, so I'm looking forward to what we have in store for the coming weeks.




Monday, July 13, 2009

10 Weeks Old

Look at me..posting the 9 week and 10 week posts in the same day. Better late than never. 10-weeks old wearing our personalized onesie. I've been asked where I got it from. Well, I didn't get it. Kacy was being her usual thoughtful self and got it for him. If you are interested in getting one, you can find out more info here.

After our little photoshoot, he was all tuckered out.
We had a little milestone this week. The bumbo. So, he's only 10 weeks old, you say. He has pretty good head control when he's alert. We can only go for about 5 minutes, but it's a start. Maybe one day in the near future, we'll sit here while mom gets ready. Instead of requiring me holding him while I dry my hair.
Bumbo also got him all tuckered out. I was holding him while I was talking to my dad. He fell asleep, so I set him down. He's never stayed asleep on his tummy. Another first. And Greyson must be near him. It's kind of attention by proxy. She figures if she's close by she may get some loving.

On Friday night was the Sara Lee Fun Fest. It was no cooler than 100 degrees out there. We were a little worried about the heat and how it would affect him. This is before the trip to Bella Vista (wet diaper and all).

And here we are after the 'fun' fest. My hair was straight when we left the house. Not so much anymore. We only had to put him in the A/C car twice. He handled it okay, and it was fun, but I hope to never have to do that again.
And today, better with tummy time. Clearly, this is not a peeved at the world face. It's almost pleasant. Almost.

One word: Gourd.
We are so lucky that Daddy comes home to see us almost every day at lunch. Thank goodness everything in Bentonville is a five-minute drive from the next place.

And this picture just had to be included. This is one of those things that he will kill me for when he's older. This picture is mid-poot. Focused.

9 Weeks Old

I'll go on and start this post with attention to my being 'lazy' and not posting anything for about 2 weeks. What can I say, this babe keeps me busy. At nine weeks old, not much had changed. Nolan had his shots. That wasn't too bad. And he slept for a long time the afternoon that he got them. His nine week picture was taken the next day. As you can see, I don't think he was phased at all by it the next day.

In our ninth week, we also had our first 4th of July. We were pretty pumped about the fireworks. I am terrified of fireworks. I don't really like matches, so it should come as no shock. I hope that Nolan is just as afraid of the things as me. They are just so dangerous. And I would say that even if I weren't a mom. A lot of people in the neighborhood put on some awesome displays. So we just sat on the back porch and watched them for about 45 minutes. And it's not like it messed up anyone's bedtime. We stay up until at least 10 p.m. around here. Here we are ex-freaking-cited about the fireworks.

The next day (no, he hadn't been changed yet...no spit up, no outfit change), he found his thumb. He was even more excited about this than the fireworks. I was too.