Monday, November 14, 2011


I miss co-sleeping. There was just something about having my little guy wrapped in my arms every night that was indescribably special. I got to cuddle with him all night long. I felt every breath he took. And we woke up together in the morning looking into each others eyes.

And I miss nursing. We both got it right away, it was always easy for us. He did wean himself pretty early though. He was six or seven months old when he lost interest. It was natural at the beginning though. He didn't want to nurse immediately after being born, and I was a little worried at first. But within an hour or two he was nursing like a pro. Moms and soon to be moms of the world, take note, breastfeeding is one of the most amazing, intimate things you can do with your newborn. I know that it isn't politically correct to say breastfeeding is better, but having done both I think it is.

Breastfeeding and co-sleeping facilitate each other as well. Middle of the night feedings didn't require either of us to really wake-up, and the first feeding of the day usually turned into the first nap of the day and I got to sleep in quite a bit. And he was so small then. He couldn't even roll over consistently, much less crawl off the bed. Now he moves around in his sleep too much to share with me. And he's not much of a cuddler. I hope he will like cuddling eventually.

I think the right answer to breastfeeding and co-sleeping is whatever best suits you, but I think it's safe to say that you can enjoy both for as long as you want, but especially early on, without it affecting you or baby long term. My son gave up the pacifier on his own around the same time too. Maybe I'm just lucky.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Growing Up

I can't believe how quickly Hunter is growing up. He has been army crawling for weeks now and yesterday he started pulling his knees up underneath him for the first time. He took to feeding himself puffs with absolute ease and only gets more proficient at getting them in his mouth. From the get go he picked them up with his thumb and forefinger, no raking for this kid! He started sitting all by himself too, and can get to sitting from his tummy. And then, two nights ago, he woke me up in the middle of the night and when I went to get him he was standing up. I had to lower his crib mattress! I can't believe all of this has happened at once! One of the most awesome things that has improved is his sleeping habits. We used to have trouble with him waking up when we put him down, and we could only get him to fall asleep in our arms. And then one night I put him in his crib (I may have already written about this) because he wouldn't stop squirming and he fell asleep on his own! And now he does it all the time! I still rock him to sleep a night or two a week, but usually we can just put him down and within twenty minutes he's out. And when he does fall asleep in my arms I don't have to put him down gingerly anymore. I put him on his side, or as best as I can, and he rolls over on his tummy and stays asleep. It's simply amazing how quickly the time goes. I can't believe he's almost eight months old. Before I know it we'll be celebrating his first birthday. 

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Sleep Trials

Hunter is getting so good at falling asleep on his own. And we never resorted to crying it out. When I put him in his crib, awake, if he starts squalling and doesn't settle down within a couple minutes with a toy or his musical mobile, then I pick him up and we go back and try to rock. But recently he hasn't been interested in rocking, and he squirms a lot and is sometimes pretty fussy. And yet after a little playing in his crib he falls asleep all by himself.

What I find so extraordinary about this is that so much of the reading that I did on sleep training was that if you don't let your baby learn to self soothe you'll be rocking him or her to sleep forever. What seemed more important to me was that my son knew that in his distress I would be there to comfort him. He has never cried himself to sleep. I don't want him to learn that I won't come when he cries, or condition him not to cry because it won't bring mommy. I want him to know that when he needs me I will come, to trust that I will be there for him.

I know there are people on both sides of this fence, and I worried about the criticism that I was going to make Hunter dependent on props, but being loving, comforting, and consoling has accomplished our ultimate goal: he falls asleep on his own. And I'm not scarred for life by letting him cry and not responding. And if he does have a night when he wants to be rocked to sleep, who am I to deny him that? There are days that I want cuddles too. I'm more than happy to rock and cuddle him those nights. There are nights that I don't want to put him down at all, even after he falls asleep. The relationship between parent and child is so special, and I feel like sometimes we get wrapped up in the rest of life and get too rushed with our kids. They are going to grow up and leave us before we know it. Childhood is the practice of leaving mom and dad and standing on your own two feet. So why are we in such a hurry to put our children down? Yes, I do it too. Sometimes things just need to get done. But there are also times that I let him fall asleep in my arms, and hold him until he wakes up again. Because sometimes we both need it.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Homemade Baby Food: The Beginning

Today is Day 1 of homemade baby food, and so far it's been a hit. I picked up a perfectly ripe cantaloupe on Wednesday, and while I probably should have gotten to it a day or two ago, the inside was perfectly fine. I am not a huge fan of cantaloupe, though I can appreciate it enough to eat it, and with David away at NCO school I knew that this one was destined for Hunter's belly. Cantaloupe is extremely easy to puree because it doesn't require any cooking. It is a bit on the watery side, but to counter that I added oatmeal (much preferred in our house to rice cereal) and it fleshed out very well. I have some broccoli in the microwave cooking at the moment, and then it too will meet the food processor. Hunter is very impatiently waiting for it, but he also didn't have a very long afternoon nap today. The cantaloupe will be eaten in the next two days, because it has a very high water content and therefore will not freeze well, whereas the broccoli will be portioned into ice cube trays and frozen. I considered making some blueberries for him, but then I remembered just how easily blueberry sauce stained the clothes of my childhood and decided that I had no wish to try to work similar stains out of baby clothes. And I kind of want to eat them myself. I also bought some bananas today, but I don't feel the need to prepare those in advance. They also make easy travel food, and we are going to the zoo tomorrow.

Broccoli is done! Time to wrap up this post so all I have to do is add pictures.

This is the processed cantaloupe, sans oatmeal.

Hunter not too sure about the broccoli.

So I mixed the broccoli with some carrots that I bought specifically for baby food and forgot about earlier. It tastes good to me, but then I like broccoli. And yes, those would be penguin shaped ice cubes.

Sunday, April 3, 2011


I know, I know, I said I would post videos and I haven't. We have had a crazy couple of weeks, it's hard to justify the time to sit down and write. We have been going through a relapse of sleeping through the night, which is probably related to the fact that my milk supply started drying up, which was really upsetting to me. Not only am I very emotionally attached to breastfeeding, but I couldn't understand why it was happening and my sleep deprivation was starting to reach a hallucinogenic state. Hunter was so fussy at the breast, he would latch and let go over and over and over. Solid food wasn't a problem though. I brought him to the pediatrician who recommended I see the lactation consultant. They gave me a referral. Great. Except I found out the next day that I didn't need a referral and that there were walk ins the afternoon I was already at the hospital for the appointment and apparently pediatrics isn't on the ball about things like that.

So started the cycle of disappointment. This is how women give up on breastfeeding, because my frustration had me crying, moping, and swearing up and down that I was done. I called my doctor. I guess it was lunch hour, so I left a message. That was Thursday. I haven't heard anything. I called three La Leche League numbers. I had to leave messages at all three places, but at least they got back to me within two days. I called and left a message at the Ft. Carson lactation consultant's office. Nothing. Finally, in desperation to just get someone on the phone, I called the WIC lactation consultant, who thankfully was willing to walk me through my issues even though I'm not enrolled in the program. As soon as she heard that I was on Seasonique, she told me, "If you had called yesterday morning I wouldn't have known what to tell you, but I spent all day researching Seasonique and I can tell you that even though the drug company says that it is safe for breastfeeding, it will dry up your milk supply because it is heavy on estrogen." It was my birth control. The whole time it was my birth control. I should rectify my previous statement, it was after this conversation that I called my doctor and left a message stating that I believed my birth control was drying me up and I needed to talk to someone about what to do.

The WIC consultant asked me which was more important to me, breastfeeding or being on birth control, because even if I switched to a progesterone only pill, there was the possibility of it messing with my milk. And I decided that breastfeeding is more important, so I stopped taking the pill. I wish I had a doctor's opinion before I did it, but I felt it required an immediate decision and they didn't get back to me. Since then my milk supply has gotten better and Hunter has started nursing without as much fussing as well. And, just to make me feel better, today at the Denver Museum of Nature and Science, when he was hungry, he would have nothing to do with the bottle, it was boobie or nothing. We are still fighting sleeping through the night issues, but they have improved as well. He even self soothed himself back to sleep once last night (not the second time he woke up though).

Not being able to feed my son made me feel like a failure though. There was something deeply emotionally rooted inside of me that was devastated and after more than a week of trouble I was having serious problems dealing with those feelings. Thank goodness my parents were here for a large part of it, because having extra hands was a huge blessing. We are working through it, and I am gaining my milk supply back, but I understand why many women give up for the same or similar issues. Especially when there is so little helpful information out there. Breastfeeding is a process that extends far beyond the newborn stage, and it is a real shame that there isn't more help out there for the established breastfeeder. Without the help of one woman who happened to have done relevant research the day before, I would still be in the dark. Coincidences are divine.

Monday, March 28, 2011

First night in a crib

We got Hunter a crib today, and it is all set up. We are hoping we will get more sleep this way. He has already woken up once (I am currently nursing him and he fell asleep after about three minutes) or I would be asleep already. I am letting him feed for fifteen minutes while asleep so hopefully he'll sleep longer. Hopefully putting him down will work as well as it did earlier, but he totally unswaddles himself, so his legs are kind of out there now. Oh, and when I went to pick him up fifteen minutes ago he was 180 degrees turned from when I put him down. And after we put him the crib the first time earlier, when he was awake, he manages to get his leg stuck between the slats almost immediately. So Nana and Baba went to Babies R Us and bought a bumper. Now he has his pacifier in and I'm going to give him ten more minutes to really be asleep and then try to put him down and go to sleep myself. I'm hoping I won't be so anxious about him being in a different room that I can't sleep out of fear I won't hear him when he wakes up.

I'm going to swaddle him in another blanket, for a total of two. I'm afraid he's going to get cold without my body heat. Tomorrow I will try to make time to upload my videos. As usual, they will be posted on the day they were taken, but it shouldn't be difficult to find them because I haven't been posting much.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

The result of real food

OH my gawd, can we breastfeed Hunter until he's potty trained? These real food diapers are disgusting! Yuck to the hundredth power!

He did, on a positive note, get his foot to his mouth for the first time yesterday. He didn't keep it there long enough for Daddy to see, but I did! He is enamored with his feet. For that matter, so am I.

He has several new nicknames. Pterodactyl, Dinosaur, R2-D2, (because of the sounds he makes) and Drools Verne (who likes everything with sauce, thank you Grandpa Flash). I have videos to post, but that takes time I don't feel like putting into it right now. I prefer breakfast, chores, a wii workout, and then a doctor's appointment. So maybe this evening. Sorry I'm lazy on the computer stuff, but if I put it first then the important stuff doesn't get done.

Oh! He absolutely cannot be in his swing unstrapped in. I know, I know, what was he doing in it without being strapped in in the first place? Well, he never used to go anywhere! He just slid lower! However yesterday morning he tilted forward and wound up on his stomach on the floor. He likes to try to sit up in it, which tilts the whole thing back and looks perilous, and I'm trying to decide if that means he's now too big for it, which would be a shame. He's only 16lbs (according to the Wii fit, where he is a dog, lol)!

Monday, March 7, 2011

A Perfect Day

What a by the book day. I love it when that happens, because the book tends to be the best case scenario. So here's a blow by blow (sorry, this is probably boring for everyone who isn't me).

We woke up around 8:30 after a call from David sometime in the middle of the night (4ish?). Well, I should say we got up then, we were awake and nursing around 8. After that Hunter laid under his activity gym in the bathroom while I bathed. Then he sat in his swing and watched My Baby Can Read while I made my breakfast burrito (made from scratch, ftr). We played until he started getting fussy, around 11:30. So I put him in the car for a little ride, guaranteed to knock him out. He slept for an hour and then we nursed. When he was done, which didn't take long because he's still not all that hungry, following the recent trend, he had some tummy time while I moved the boxes and bags in the living room that weren't books to other rooms so I would have room for the Pack n Play, which I put together. Somewhere in there I had lunch. By 2:30 he was crabby again, so we went for another drive (noticing a trend?) and paid the water bill (still need to go in and complain though, long story). He woke up after forty minutes or so, but was rubbing his eyes like crazy and obviously still tired, so I decided to go to the post office, figuring if he didn't fall asleep I still ran an errand. He was out like a light again though, and it was too busy to just run in, so we went home. And then he slept until 6:30PM. That is a four hour nap! That never happens! I was able to get so much done! He woke up, ate again, and then we hung out until 8:30, when he fell asleep in my arms on the couch. I had been singing songs to him just because I felt like singing and he nodded right off. And that's when I started this blog.

Of course, about forty minutes later he woke up again, and I've been singing to him for the past twenty minutes to no avail, the only hiccup the entire day. So now he's in his swing, and the room is dark, and I'll sing for a little bit more in the hope that he'll fall asleep again there, because I can't keep up this walking and rocking thing, my arms are getting tired. But I expect he'll be asleep soon, and if not in his swing then we'll go for another drive here shortly and that will be that. So I'll even have a couple of hours tonight to do some more housework without sacrificing my sleep. And let me tell you, last night I didn't get nearly as much as I should have, about five hours, maybe less.

I think he'd be asleep by now if he'd just stop pulling the Voldemort out of his mouth. That's usually how it is in the car too. He'll keep taking it out to play with it and when I finally reach back and hold it in his mouth he's out in less than sixty seconds. Hmm, couldn't imagine who he got stubbornness and a desire to keep himself awake from. As long as he's content he can stay awake, but if he starts getting fussy we're loading up.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Making a liar out of me

Of course, what triggered that last blog was that Hunter had woken up. I had rocked him in his car seat for a little bit, then decided to leave him alone long enough to go complain about him waking up. By the time I was done blogging he was asleep again. Figures. :-)


I had no idea how hard it was to get anything done when you have a baby. Especially one that refuses to nap for longer than forty minutes. By the time he's fully asleep, and I've gone to the bathroom, made some food, eaten, and gotten ten minutes into a project, he's awake again. This house is full of stuff to do and I don't have the opportunity to do anything except when he's asleep at night, which means that I'm sleep deprived because I don't get to sleep when he's asleep. I need a babysitter!

A day of strange and unexpected firsts

Today I made two discoveries and they both were things that have been there all the time and yet did something different today. I'm going to start with the second one.

2. Hunter's belly button doesn't clean itself. And it's deep! I'm surprised I can't reach halfway into his abdominal cavity! I have just assumed that by cleaning his stomach that his belly button has been getting clean too. Big negative. It was so linty! And the nooks and crannies were very difficult to get into. I was afraid he was going to get upset because I was scraping it out with my fingernails. It took a lot of hard work though! Who knew it would be so difficult to clean a belly button? I even grabbed a q-tip to help, though my fingers did most of the work. Whoo boy! I'll start cleaning it more particularly in the bathtub and maybe from now on it won't be as much of a problem.

1. I discovered Hunter's penis for the first time. Yeah yeah, laugh it up. How could this possibly be the first time I've seen my son's penis? Haven't I been changing his diaper since he came home from the hospital? Well yes, of course I have. But he wasn't circumcised. Therefore I have, up until tonight, only seen his foreskin. My books say that it can take up to two years for the foreskin to retract all the way, and I've never been able to push it back at all. His pediatrician said that every time I changed his diaper I should try to draw it back as much as I could, but I've only done it at bath time because nothing ever really happened and I wasn't going to force the issue. Today that was exactly what I was doing, pulling it back and trying to clean what little of it that I could, and, suddenly, pop! I was so surprised! It took quite a bit to clean it too. There was quite the accumulation of smegma since it had never been withdrawn. And then I actually had to pull it back into place, it didn't just pop back. So that was a new experience, but now there's no more mystery. There's definitely a penis in there. ;-)

Hunter can sit on his own for short (very short) periods of time now.

I was told by my mother-in-law that she was told by her daughter that these balls (or at least the ones on the earlier models) have been recalled as a hazard. Seeing Hunter play with it a little bit deflated (so that he can grab and nom on it more easily) I could imagine how a baby could possibly suffocate themselves on it. Hunter, as you can see, has no problem moving it away from his nose, but really people, is it so hard to recognize a potential hazard and make sure that your child is supervised? I would never leave him alone with this ball. And once he's mobile it won't be left around for him to play with on his own. Common sense everyone. Not that hard and yet we still live in a world full of people substantially lacking it.

I keep trying to get one of his good laughs on camera, but whenever I pull it out he stops laughing as enthusiastically. One day.

Tummy time! Nothing exciting, but I video everything. I want to have everything possible to look back on. I need to get the videos on my parents camera burned to disc, since the files don't mesh with Macs.

Baby feet! And baby toes! What more needs to be said? I love 'em!

Friday, March 4, 2011

Activity Gym and Rolling Over Videos

He really likes playing with this ball.

However sometimes he does get fussy. He was very nice to me this morning though, after he woke up the first time he was content to play next to me and then go back to sleep and I was able to sleep until a little after 10AM. Woohoo!

Thursday, March 3, 2011


I have posted about a dozen new videos. Watching them all will take a while, sorry to everyone that I didn't get them up sooner. They are posted to the date they were taken, the earliest new one being on the 21st of February.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Hunter's first swim

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Happy baby!

Monday, February 28, 2011

Playing with Mommy and Nana

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Quite the talker!


A year ago today I took a pregnancy test. It was positive. I was elated, but nothing I imagined then compared to what it felt to hold Hunter in my arms for the first time. Even the amazement of feeling him move inside me was nothing like I could have imagined. He is the most perfect, beautiful little boy I could ever have hoped for. I love him so much that the word love just doesn't seem special enough to describe it. When I saw those double lines a year ago my excitement was tempered by fear. And now, when I hold him, I know that I am holding the result of years of wishes and prayers. He is the greatest gift God has given me. And finally, finally, the tension in my heart over the babies we lost has started to ease. Because if those pregnancies had not failed then Hunter wouldn't be who he is. There would be a different baby, to be sure, but everything would be different, and I can't wish for him to be any different than he is. He was meant for me. He was meant to be mine. I could not ask for more.

Friday, February 25, 2011

A crazy day for videos

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Pooh on a walk and rolling over

Monday, February 21, 2011

Hunter with Grandma Sue at Mommy's birthday party

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Real food!

We have slowly started experiencing real food! He recently had his first bout in the high chair, which he enjoys because he gets to be a part of what is going on at the table. And so far he has tried banana and applesauce and refused sweet potato. (Did I write about this before? This sounds familiar). Anyway.

He enjoyed the banana, but the applesauce! Oh my goodness, applesauce! He was feeding himself off of my finger like it was a spoon, very crazy cool. He caught on so quickly! At this point I'm just feeding him whatever is handy because it is more about exposing him to new tastes and textures than providing nutritional value. So we've started with fruit instead of cereal. I'm hoping that I can wait to really start feeding him meals until David gets back so that he can be a part of it, but if he is already this interested in food it may be impossible to wait that long.

We move so soon! Finding the time to get this stuff up is difficult! These videos take forever to upload!

Monday, February 14, 2011

I love my kid!

So I hung the sign language butterfly that Great Grand Aunt Judith and Bob gave Hunter and it was a bit out of his reach of the gym. So he pulled it down to the side where he could reach it and has been having a ball ever since. He's getting so big and doing so many cool things!

Monday, February 7, 2011

Seriously, kid...

You have GOT to start eating more. My boobs can't handle this level of engorgement every day!

Missing routine

Hunter is going through a stage that involves minimal feedings and virtually non-existent naps. If I'm lucky he'll nurse one side completely, but that has become more than I can expect most feedings. And his naps are generally 30 minutes in length, and then he wakes up tired. Sometimes I can get him back to sleep, sometimes not. But he immediately rubs his eyes. I wish he were more consistent. I'm going to have to do some reading and see if this is a normal stage for almost four months or if I just need to find a way to get him on a better schedule. He does sleep through the night great though, still.

There were two times today that I put his pacifier in, turned him sideways in my arms, and he fell right asleep. It was so cute. He is my little sweetie pie. I love him so much. It's the little things like that that make my day, and I hope I remember for the rest of my life. It'd be nice if he slept a bit more though, since it's so obvious that he's tired and needs it. And sometimes he'll randomly wake up crying, except it's not even really waking up. If I can catch it right he goes right back to sleep without his eyes even opening up. Is he having bad dreams? What could he have nightmares about?

It was funny though, during the Super Bowl today we cheered loudly after the first two touchdowns (Green Bay). He screamed bloody murder and cried so hard afterwards. He did not like the cheering at all. The joke was that he must be a Steelers fan, but it was really just so sad. He wouldn't calm down for anything. He was in the middle of eating and he suddenly started crying like someone had chopped off his foot and would not start up again until Grandma had walked him around the room a bit and he finally calmed down. And this is the kid that just doesn't do that.

But that time has come kiddos. I leave you with a cute picture I just took of Hunter sleeping with his hands behind his head.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Nursing in Bed

Well, I've finally aced the art of breastfeeding while lying on my side. I must say, it is the most convenient of all nursing positions. I am actually doing so as I type this and am still able to type with both hands. I don't know if we would have found it possible when Hunter was younger, at least it didn't work out when I tried it before. Not without being propped up on one elbow. Part of it is that I felt that I had to be holding my breast constantly to keep him from suffocating, but we've progressed to the point where I believe him capable of letting go of the breast and breathing through is mouth is his nose got blocked. He also isn't letting go as much now. He's been "nursing" for the past hour or more, though for a long while it has really been suckling while sleeping. For those still giving middle of the night feedings I can imagine this is a lifesaver. I don't envy bottle-feeding parents. This is so much more convenient.

Hunter is really getting so big! He is reaching out and grabbing toys and even "talking." I think I talked about these things a lot more in my last blog, but he amazes me every day.

Hunter is special because he is mine. There was never a child more loved in the whole history of the world. I've been dubbing home videos from VHS to DVD and it's been so cool witnessing myself and William as babies. We were so cute, and Hunter looks so much like we did. It's also a moving experience to witness my parents in the same position that I am in now. It connects us in a way I never imagined. We are all the same. Each and every one of us sharing a unique human experience. And that is a miracle.

Friday, January 21, 2011

What a wonderful day!

Hunter and I had such a perfect day today! And he did so many things for the first time today, or close to the first time. He stands so well now, and for so long! And I don't have to hold him under the arms anymore, I can hold his wrists and he is able to keep his balance all on his own, and sometimes I even let go of one and he still holds himself steady. He holds himself pretty upright when he's sitting now, also a relatively new skill, so I think it's about time to bring the Bumbo out and see what it can do.

Today he also reached out and grabbed a toy I was holding in front of him, the first time it was one of a matching pair of rattles Grandma Sue gave him for Christmas. After he did that I had him play with his Winkle, which he also successfully grabbed, waved, and stuck in his mouth.

And to top it all off, he rolled from his back to his stomach for (almost) the first time today. He did it Wednesday on the hospital bed, but he had a bit of help from gravity and the angle of the mattress, so we couldn't be sure how much of it was chance. But today he did it on the floor all by himself, so there was no doubt about it. He is getting so big and strong! He holds his head up so much now and the milestones just keep coming. There were several for the baby book today. I didn't get the chance to write them down in the actual book yet, but I wanted to get them recorded somewhere so I don't forget how wonderful the day was.

One of the best parts is that David got to watch so much of it on webcam. He saw him stand up for a while and after that I put him under his gym and he kicked and kicked for a long time. He hits the ball so much more than he used to! And he loves it! I put the wrist rattles on his ankles and he seems to really enjoy them. Those are some other things that he has recently figured out. He can bring his hands together now, and he seems to know that his hands and feet are his. After that was when I offered him the rattle that he took, when in the past I had to force it into his hand and it seemed to be chance and muscle contractions that kept it there. And then he started rubbing his eyes so I swaddled him and gave him his pacifier and he went right down for a two hour nap, which is a long time for him. He took a nice, long nap later in the day too. It was like pushing a button though, he just went right to sleep all on his own. He is such a good baby!

I really need to get some sleep now. But those are the basics of todays events (yesterday by the time this was written).

Wednesday, January 19, 2011


Hunter has discovered his hands! Actually, for the past several weeks it's been obvious that he can put them together and knows that they are his. But today he was holding his bottle on his own! He couldn't quite hold it tall enough when it got low, it was a bit too heavy for him even almost empty, but he was holding it! It was so cool! Oh my goodness, he is getting so big! And he talks! He definitely is saying specific things, like, "Mom, my pacifier fell out, could you put it back in please?" And he will repeat the same pattern of noises until he gets what he wants. It is amazing. We can start the My Baby Can Read Program in another couple of weeks, and sign language after that. I'm so excited! And yesterday (Monday) he rolled over almost all the way from his back to his stomach while we were visiting Lisa. He's such a big, smart boy!

According to the developmental milestone chart he is fairly advanced even! He can do everything they say he might be able to do as a 3 month old already, such as holding his head steady, following objects with his eyes, recognizing me, vocalizing, doing the mini-pushup, bringing his hands together, and batting at toys, which range from mastered to advanced skills. And in the 4 month category he can smile, bear weight on his legs, responds vocally when we talk to him, grasps toys, and rolls over. And he's not even 3 months! Before I know it he's going to be crawling and toddling! And he might even cut a first tooth in the next little bit. We will see!

Monday, January 3, 2011

My funny child

When Hunter first wakes up in the morning I give him a pacifier and we go back to sleep. when we do finally get up the first thing I do is change his diaper so that he doesn't overfill it while he's nursing. He'll be perfectly content in his cradle to enjoy his pacifier and just coo and wiggle a bit. When I pick him up and change his diaper he's fine. Once the diaper is on and I'm snapping up his romper he starts screaming. Crying screaming. Like his belly had just kicked in and he is HUNGRY! ARGH! Feed me! And he proceeded to scream and cry until the boob was literally in his mouth. There was no anticipatory slow down, he just cried. Poor thing. :-)

He's very attached to his pacifier recently. He will cry just to get it. That's a new thing, before he didn't even seem to like it that much, he didn't catch on all that quickly, but now it's a necessity.

Time to tend to the baby and stop blogging.