I guess I’m feeling bloggy today.
Tummy time has gotten shorter these days.
Because this guy learned to roll over.
6 months earlier than his big siblings did (give or take. I really don’t remember. But it was late)
I really hope this is not a foreshadowing. I like the stationary stage.
Kate is a 3-year-old in every way. She is absolutely the most adorable thing in the world about 90% of the time and absolutely impossible about 10% of the time. She is such a darling big sister. It’s so natural for her. I can leave Drew in the room with her because if he spits up, she’ll wipe it up. If he fusses, she’ll put a blanket on him, play with him, or give him a binkie when all else fails. Like I said, it’s natural for her to be that way. Earlier today, I was writing some thank you notes and she said to me, “you’ve been so good to me. I’m going to write you a thank you note later.” Darling. Just darling. I want to bottle it up and keep it forever. And open it maybe during special moments. Like this afternoon, when she cried and cried during nap time because her elbow hurt and she “just can’t sleep.” Frustrated, but needing some time to clean the house, etc. I let her cry. And cry. And cry and cry. She was so loud, that no one got “down time” and I was not exactly thrilled. Finally, nap time was over so I told her we’d put a band aid on it to make it feel better. Which one hurt? She held up both elbows, looked at them and said, “It’s hard to remember which one hurts.”
So I opened my memory bottle to this moment:
As I’m typing this, Kate said, “That’s such a cute picture of me! I was being SO NICE to Drew.”
A family photo...
(What’s a family photo without foot in the sweater, hair in the face, stick in the hand, and sun in the eyes, right?)
We blessed Drew this morning and Greg’s parents came down for a quick little visit, but we made the best of it with some good times and good food.
Drew seemed to think Papa was a pretty great guy.
We headed out to Kemah for some games, rides and lunch.
Couple more of the sweet little one...
It kinda makes the water less brown...
Greg’s taking the kids to the port-a-potty more heroic (although how much more heroic can that get? It pretty much tops the hero chart)...
This dude in his shades studlier (it’s a word)...
and this moment sweeter...
Greg had a horrible week work-wise and we hardly saw him. So, when Saturday rolled around and he didn’t have much work to do, we took full advantage of having him around. We headed to the “beach.” (Even though, it is, in fact the ocean, I have a hard time calling Galveston the beach). The weather was perfect for us, the sandcastles were castlely, the sandwiches were sandy, and the ride home was nappy. Couldn’t ask for a better day.
By the time the twins had reached 8 weeks, their lives had been documented in the form of 26 blog posts. Drewbug has appeared in 6. Poor kid doesn’t even has his picture on the sidebar yet. We don’t love him any less, I can assure you. Life is just a little different. But let me tell you just a little bit about his interests at 7.5 weeks of age. He has 2. The bath. And the ceiling fan.
He could bathe all day every day. I only wish I had the energy to give him that pleasure.
I often lay him on my bed while I get ready in the morning, to keep him safe from 2 short residents of this house and he has made a friend. He will talk to the fan, kick and smile, coo; I told Greg the other night I wish he would look at me the way he looks at the fan. Oh, the fan isn’t even on. It’s just there. And, the same fan is in his room, but it doesn’t have the same effect on him.
You thought I was exaggerating, didn’t you? I’d like to think that last one was for me.
But this guy's no slouch, either. He went down to bed last night at 10, woke up once to feed at 3 and then slept until 8! Again, miraculous? No. Better than the twins, even? Nope. But there was a stretch for a few days last week where he was up every hour. It wasn't fun, so last night was a welcome treat. Plus, I think he's pretty cute.
So... Greg and Kate, the bar has been set high this year. I hope you're prepared.
