Sunday, July 3, 2011

Four months.

Four months.

Dear George,

You just keep growing. What's up with that? You are allowed to grow until you can sit up and belly laugh, but we need to hit the pause button there.

Although I think you may be just about to start belly laughing. When your daddy kisses your neck with his prickly goatee, you laugh and squeal and laugh some more. It's the hardest you ever laugh, and we just love it.

Your favorite things are chewing on your hands, staring at your right hand, being lifted in the air, and the sound of your own voice. The blurry little legs in this photo reveal your love of kicking kicking kicking. You also, unfortunately, love the television, so I make sure to never have it turned on during the day. Your father doesn't seem to see the harm in it, but I would rather you interact with us developing your language skills or with your toys so you can finesse your hand-eye coordination. Plus, you get this vacant, dopey look on your face when you gaze at the television.

Lately you have begun expressing frustration when you want something and you can't make it happen. You rolled over from your belly to your back for the first time a few weeks ago, but you've only done it a few times since then. You try, and then you let out angry little squawks if you can't make it happen. Today, you were trying to put your Taggies blanket in your mouth, and kept crying every time you failed. I actually love that you get frustrated because it shows that you are being challenged and want to grow.

We may start you on solids soon. There is a lot of debate about whether to start at four vs. six months, but we are choosing to watch your cues and go with the advice of your doctors. You stare intently at us when we eat, but you do not yet try to grab our food. We will begin with baby oatmeal cereal instead of rice cereal, but I am sure we will end up with a messy faced baby no matter what or when we start.

This next month is going to be a doozy. Your Mammaw is going out of town, so we are spending a week with Grandpa at their house. Then two days after she returns, we are going to Maine for a week. You are one sad panda when your routine is thrown off, so fingers crossed we all survive with sanity and naps relatively intact.

Hugs and cuddles,


My blue-eyed baby boy.

Friday, July 1, 2011

This seems like a good way to end the week.

This seems like a good way to end the week.

A few days ago I received a package containing a belated birthday bracelet that El Hub didn't realize he bought for me (meaning, I bought it for myself). Let this be a marketing lesson: I am going to remember this jeweler forever because he created the most delightful unpacking experience. The box was stamped with random images like fish, and inside was a little Chinese red money envelope full of faux dinero, a Fortune Teller Fish, and this mustache. Oh, and my gorgeous bracelet. Thank you, Mark Kaplan!