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Week 11: Sunny Skies Are Here Again

Just like that, as quickly as he turned into a miserable little demon, he went right back to being his old, cheery self.  Behold:

I stand by my original assessment that the lack of sleep had caught up to him.  That chamomile water worked WONDERS.  Every since those two days where I had given him some, he’s gone from barely ever sleeping to sleeping A LOT.  He’s consistently slept 6-7 hour stretches at night, for the past week, and he takes a few long naps during the day.  When he’s not sleeping, he’s happy, cheerful & alert (unless he’s hungry/wet/tired).

His routine now is that he falls asleep around 10-11pm (unless there are grandparents around to exhaust him, in which case he falls asleep as early as 9-9:30). He’ll wake up around sometime from 5:30-6:30, fall back asleep until 7-8 during which time I’ll feed him and then take him back to bed just for us to lie together.  For about an hour, he’ll lay there and coo and smile (and I’ll either coo & smile back or just try not to fall asleep, depending how tired I am) and then about an hour or two later, he’ll sleep again, until about 10-11am.

Then during the afternoon, he’ll sleep a couple times.

I have to say, we’re damn lucky.  I hear horror stories about babies that wake up at 5:30am and stay up.  Our kid sleeps from 10-10, for the most part.  Weekends are great.  I’ve (hopefully) started a nice little weekend routine – some family time of just laying in bed, awake for an hour playing with him.  I think that might be my favorite time, ever – the three of us, waking up together.

I’ve also gotten far more adept at recognizing his cries & his mood.  I can tell when he’s cranky & tired and usually a few minutes in the swing will be enough to knock him out.

A couple things I keep forgetting to mention – he loves when you rub something soft over his face (especially my hair.)  I discovered the hair thing by accident one day – I was leaning over him on the floor and my hair was in his face.  I suddenly heard noises of ecstasy like I’ve never heard before!  His eyes were closed and he rolled his head back & forth, rubbing his face in my hair.  He’ll do something similar if you drape a piece of cloth over his face, but my hair gets the biggest reaction.

If you put cloth over his face – he LOVES to eat soft things, as well.  Or just lick & gum them, I suppose.  You can set him down & put fabric over his mouth and he’ll lay there for ages just licking & smiling away.

He also started to eat his hand a couple weeks ago – or try to.  At times it seems he’s trying to suck his thumb, but but often he’ll just make a fist & slobber all over it, or try to shove his whole fist in his mouth.

Then there’s his eyes.  Straight on, they’re bluer than blue.  But from the side, they look green.  There’s definitely a ring of green around his pupil, some days it’s bigger than others.

We’re starting on the 11th week now – it’s hard to believe he’s about to turn 3 months.  Again, I think “that’s it?” and “wow, it’s been a long 3 months” at the same time.  There’s certainly been a lot of ups & downs, but I suppose anyone will tell you that that’s all part of having a baby.  The ups far outweigh & make up for the downs.

Now that we’re moving into the new house, I’m SO excited to finally make up a room for him.  Not that he’ll be using it much (they say co-sleeping should be done for up to a year, and I fully intend to – if not only because I can’t bear to sleep away from him.)  Though I will try to use his crib for afternoon naps.

His room, as with all the upstairs rooms, is white.  I want to get a brightly colored color block throw rug, and I got these vinyl decals for the walls:

Chris wondered if they might not be too scary, but a 3 month old doesn’t understand “scary” yet.  I thought about dinosaurs, but they’re too cliche.  Me being me, I wanted something unique.  I’d have liked to have gotten vintage robots, but the only ones I could find on short notice were black & white, and I wanted color.  By the time he’s old enough to think they’re scary (which I doubt, if he’s been looking at them since he was a baby), he’ll be able to choose his own motif.

Photos from the past week here.

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Balls!

We closed on Thursday afternoon, got the keys on Friday afternoon, and went over to check it out again today.

Remember we mentioned that the previous owners had tax liens against them?  Quite a lot?  Well, turns out the electricity was cut off, in addition to the water, because they didn’t pay their bill.  (Not a big deal for us, we’ve already called and taken care of it.)

But when we arrived today, we found collection notices on the door.  Fun. I’m waiting for the day, when I’m home during the afternoon, and I have to explain to some collection officer that I’m not who they’re looking for & I’ve no idea where the previous owners are.

Then we looked out in the backyard and MAN, was I peeved.  Part of the contract was that they had to finish clearing all their shit out of the house & the garage.  Weird little odds ‘n ends they’d left in bathroom drawers, piles of crap in closets, a spare fridge and the overflowing piles of junk in the garage.  I’m thinking that, considering how close to foreclosure they were, they weren’t in the best of moods, plus probably a little angry that we paid them $20k less than they asked for – but that was only fair, considering the house needs a whole new roof & a bunch of cosmetic work.

Well.  They cleaned out the garage, the closets, and the drawers, but…

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Click on the image to zoom in.  Or not.  Can you see all the little colored spots all over the yard?

“What’s with all the fucking balls?” Chris said.

Balls.

Balls!

Somehow, they’d managed to leave balls all over the backyard.  Footballs, soccerballs, kickballs.  10-15 of them.

Were they trying to make some kind of statement?  In all the clearing out they were doing, how could they not take 2 minutes to round up a few balls?  Seriously?

We’re cracking up about it, and it’s pretty damn funny, but I’m also kind of pissed off.  I mean, come on.  BALLS?

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The balls, to me, say “Make sure you have the locks changed.”

So here’s my new kitchen, the kitchen that I fell madly in love with.  They put a bit of money into the kitchen, it’s pretty new – double oven, built in microwave, relatively new refrigerator, shelves that slide out in one of the cabinets and a LAZY SUSAN for spices!  Sigh.

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One of the bathrooms has this absolutely hideous countertop.  When I first saw it, I thought they’d splattered mud or something all over it, but it was just the pattern.  It will be replaced eventually, but it’s not a priority.

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Then there was one of the downstairs, kid’s bedrooms – we had a lot of fun speculating on the holes:

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So, like… angry teenager?  Drunk wife?  Someone kicking BALLS! around in the house?

There’s a great little deck upstairs, off the kitchen.  I’d like to get another dog again some day – the deck is perfect for, say, wet days when you want to leave the dog outside until his paws are dry?

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And there’s a treehouse in the backyard.  It needs some work, but I figure we’ll just tear it down and build a brand new one for when Felix is old enough.

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The downstairs “rec room” is awesome.  The one half will be left open, as a space for me to do yoga in.  When I’m not doing yoga, there will also be a projector on the wall, on that side, for video game playing & such.

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And there’s a decked off area in the backyard, also – perfect for barbecues, playing with Felix, or just hanging out.

Oh – and in addition to the balls… the cleaned the freezer out, but really, we should just toss the whole fridge.  The freezer smells like they put something dead in there and forgot about it for… oh, about 10 years.  Bleh.

It’s a shame, for their situation.  This house has TONS of potential and they barely scratched the surface.

As for us, it’ll just be SO NICE to unpack and not have to move again for quite some time.

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Chamommmmmmmmmmmile

Note: Chamomile water = magical elixer.

When I say, “He doesn’t nap during the day,” you can’t possibly understand the weight of that statement or just how serious I am, without spending a day or two with him.  He never does longer than 20 minute spurts and even those not more than a couple times a day.

The pediatrician gave me a bottle of chamomile water, which is supposed to relax (read: sedate) babies.  Or anyone, really.  Ever had a cup of chamomile tea at night?

He’s been napping in his swing for… oh, a good couple hours now.  How does one go to a forced 20 minute catnap to two hours of sleeping?  MAGIC, that’s how.   Or maybe the probiotics I gave him settled his tummy down enough for him to sleep.  Or maybe a combination of the two.  Whatever.  He’s been napping and I’ve been able to sit here going through photos and blogging.

Chamomile water.  GOLD.

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Week 10 : The Fuss-Maker

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This past week will be known as The Week He Became a Demon Baby.

See, I thought we’d escaped all that crying, colicky stuff.  Serves me right for telling everyone how easy he is, and how he only cries when he needs something.  Oh, we’re tired, but this having a baby stuff is so simple – tra la la!

And then the all day fussing started.  About 10 days ago.  I originally attributed it to another growth spurt, but once we hit day 10 of me wanting to shove hot pokers through my ears & into my brain, I got it.  This was no growth spurt.

fuss2“Colic”?  MY baby, really?  Sigh.  We hold him, he’s happy for 10 minutes, then he cries.  Put him in the swing.  Happy for 10 minutes, then cries.  Put him on his mat.  Happy for 10 minutes and he cries.  I’ve tried everything.  I gave him a bath one day, followed by a massage, and he napped for an hour and a half. That’s unheard of.  He’s still not much of a napper, but we’re working on it.  Kid needs sleep.

So I thought BATHS! BATHS & MASSAGES ARE KEY!  I tried again the next day, but of course, it didn’t work again.  While he may look increasingly more like Chris every day*, his personality is mine, all mine.  Difficult.  Inconsistent.  Or maybe that’s just the “colic” talking.  On good days, he’s a huge bolt of sunshine.  In the morning & just before bed, he still coos and smiles, just to let us know he’s still in there.  But in between… OH, LORDY, THE CRYING.  THE CRYING THAT JUST NEVER GOES AWAY.

I went to the pediatrician today, just to be sure there wasn’t something else going on.  You know, something concrete & simple that could be fixed.  Nope.  No such luck.  Being the all natural person that I am, I was happy to accept a bottle of chamomile water & a recommendation to give him a pinch or two, each day, from my probiotic capsules.  Chamomile is supposed to be calming and the probiotics are good for the whole digestive system.

I was almost convinced he was teething – you can see the outline of every single one of his teeth through his gums.  I don’t know if that’s normal, but based on this past 10 days – WOW, am I ever looking forward to when the teething starts.  Yeah.  Looking forward to it.  Just like I’d look forward to ramming my head against a cement wall.  Although, if I rammed my head against a cement wall, I’d eventually knock myself out and get some relief.

fuss3Ok, that’s a bit dramatic.  I jest.  I mean, the crying sucks, but I know it’ll pass – and I also know it isn’t nearly as bad as most people have it.  I’ve heard many stories of “colicky” babies who would start crying every day around 6pm and not stop till 2 am.  For weeks on end.  Felix is a considerate little man – he gets it all out during the day and gives us peace through the night.

At some point this afternoon, our realtor is supposed to be coming by to drop off the keys to OUR! NEW! HOUSE!  *I* am looking forward to it because it’ll be so much easier to get out more often, and go for walks.  I also can’t wait to have all my kitchen stuff back.  Well, WE can’t wait for me to have all my kitchen stuff back.  I’m sure Chris is just as sick of all the grab ‘n go & pre-made food as I am.  And just maybe Felix is sick of not being settled already, too.

PS It occurred to me that maybe I should put links to the weekly photos here with the newsletter, as well, so here’s a link to this past week’s photos (week 9.)

* He is starting to look more & more like Chris, isn’t he?  His eyes are still blue and I thought they were going to stay that way, but some days, when the light hits, it looks like there’s a pretty ring of green around his pupil, spreading outward.  *Fingers crossed*

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Week 9

As we speed towards his third month, I try to remember that we should be enjoying every moment of right now, but it’s hard not to want to hurry up to the days when we can take him to the zoo, museums, etc.

He’s been drooling like crazy, which I originally thought was just his new signal of hunger, but it turns out it’s just a normal development – a precursor to teething.  (Oh, can’t wait for that fun!)

The joy of napping continues to elude us.  This kid does not nap.  Did I say this already? – I stopped napping completely at 5 months.  So I guess this is mom’s revenge.  I think I’m done reading all the guidelines & books about “this is what babies do at this age,” because everyone else I talk to is quite insistent on these things, whereas I’ve realized pretty quickly that all these guidelines are absolutely not true for everyone.

Especially when you have a kid as unique as Felix. *smile*  Takes after his mother, that one – always bucking the system and doing things differently from everyone else.

Well, it’s not entirely true when I say he doesn’t nap.  He takes 20 minute catnaps, at best.  Perhaps 2 or 3 a day (depending on how desperate I’m feeling.)  He agrees to nap for 20 minutes whenever I want to take a shower.  So, that’s nice of him.

I’ve already warned everyone off of giving me suggestions on getting him to sleep – I’ve tried it all.  The ONLY thing that does any good is movement.  Again, like me, who only slept in the car.  He sleeps in the car (so long as we’re not at a red light), in the stroller (so long as we’re actually walking/moving), in his car seat when we’re carrying it AND I’ve discovered, if I put him on my lap and bounce him around.

So, we’re buying a baby swing today and see if that might become my “mother’s little helper.”

I’d say, on average, including nighttime (or rather, ONLY at nighttime), he gets about 9-10 hours of sleep a day.  He actually doesn’t seem all that cranky for getting so little sleep.  Occasionally he is, but then I put him down for one of his infamous catnaps, and all is well again.

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we like it raw

I decided to copy my info about “raw” (unpasteurized) milk here, because I’ve turned into die hard evangelists when it comes to the stuff and am guessing I’ll be referencing it often in the future. ** Note, this was written while I was pregnant and still living in CA.

I’ll keep posting as I round up the links, but here’s a little bit of info to get started.

I should also add – raw milk isn’t cheap.  I was thrilled when I bought the milk at the farm out in Pennsylvania, because it was only $3.50 for a half gallon.  Out here in California, you’ll pay upwards of $5, sometimes $6. In Seattle, it’s just slightly cheaper.

At that price, I originally decided we can’t afford to be drinking it all the time.  Well, not “afford” – we can totally afford that.  I just decided it was too expensive.  Momentary lapse in judgment.  It’s worth it.

I’ve also stopped fussing about how much more expensive all the good, local stuff is since becoming more involved & learning about farming – small farmers are taxed heavily, sometimes fined for no damn reason, and watched like hawks by the FDA & government.  (Though… yeah, all the bad food – the ecoli, the recalls, the mad cow, has all come from LARGE, INDUSTRIAL FARMS.  Not small ones.  Again, another topic I could rant about for hours.)

Now, I’m terrible at remembering details and such, which is why it’s easier for me to just point you towards some information.  But, in a nutshell, pasteurization destroys most of what’s good in milk.  (Don’t even get me started on this low fat/skim bullshit – it has to be whole or it’s pointless to drink it at all.  All that lovely fat in milk is part of what helps your body absorb the calcium.  I can point you towards tons of information about that, and why fat isn’t bad and does not MAKE you fat, as well.)

So.  Natural, whole, unpasteurized, straight from the cow milk is one of the most nutritionally complete, healthiest things you can drink.  In the book Real Food: What to Eat and Why, Planck talks a lot about the building blocks of milk & all it’s many components.  Compare to human breast milk, which is the most perfect & nutritionally complete food you can give to babies.  There is formula out there, indeed, but they have yet to be able to completely rebuild & make a complete source of nutrition that matches breast milk.

If you’re vegan, you may say something about how we’re the only creature that drinks the milk of other species… blah blah blah.  Yeah, I guess we are.  But clearly I’m not going to convince you to drink raw milk if you won’t even drink milk, so just stop reading right now, ok?

Part of all that nutrition in milk is it’s astounding immunity-building properties.  Far from being dangerous, as the conventional medical community would have you believe – raw milk is actually a WONDERFUL thing for pregnant women to drink, because not only does it build your own immunity, but you pass that on to baby AND it’s also been shown to help strengthen & prepare your body (uterus) for birth.

Now, even if you drink whole PASTEURIZED milk, the fact is that pasteurization simply kills & lessens most of what’s in milk.  Vitamin D has to injected back into the milk after it’s pasteurized (look at the labels, sometimes you’ll see something like, “with Vitamin D” on the carton – now, why would they have to tell you that?  Wouldn’t you normally assume your milk has Vitamin D?  Nope.)  There’s also evidence to suggest that synthetic vitamins like that are toxic in large doses, as well.

On large, industrial farms, the cows are forced to go against nature, giving milk far more than they normally would.  With or without the hormones, this isn’t good.  This often causes mastitis, a painful, gross condition that causes their udders to produce pus, which gets into your milk.  “Luckily,” pasteurization gets rid of those germs, but I, for one, would rather have milk that pus was not removed from.

If you look at government Agriculture websites, they’ll tell you that it’s a myth that pasteurization causes lactose intolerance.  However, my friend Jeanine has always been lactose intolerant.  Since she started drinking raw milk – no problems.  She makes her own yogurt & ice cream and eats as much as she wants without getting sick.  (Pasteurization destroys milk at a cellular level, exploding enzymes and releasing them – the very ones which cause intolerance.)    I’ve read about quite a few people experience this – their lactose intolerance magically disappears when drinking raw.

You may have also sometimes seen the label “ultra pasteurized” – avoid that like the plague.  It is what it sounds like, super pasteurization, and it ruins your milk even more so than regular pasteurization.

Then there’s homogenization.  I suppose homogenization itself isn’t so horrible, but I like my creamy goodness.  Homogenization forces milk through micro-fine mesh, forcing all the molecules to blend together for one uniform consistency in your dairy products.  Milk that is NOT homogenized will have that lovely cream that rises to the top.  I love that cream.  It sticks to the cap of my raw milk bottles and I lick it off every time.

Taste?  Fabulous.  I was never a big milk drinker, but since drinking raw milk, I happily chug a big glass of it every day.  It’s wonderful on cereal, my mom loved it in her chai tea.  My Dad commented that it tasted like it had substance.  And mom even said that it didn’t leave that disgusting film in your mouth like pasteurized milk does.  It is DELICIOUS.

Now.  Let’s talk about safety.  “But unpasteurized milk is dangerous!  You’re pregnant, you shouldn’t be drinking it!”

No.  Pasteurized milk is perfectly safe – even more so – so long as, with any food, you get it from a reputable farm.  Just like sushi.  Would you buy sushi that’s been sitting out from some skeevy looking guy on a dirty street?  No.  Would you buy unwrapped cookies from some woman sneezing into her hands & wiping her nose as she hands you said cookies?  No.  There are many farms out there that are certified to sell raw milk – I had the pleasure of going to that one in Pennsylvania and said hello to the Jersey cow (the best ones for raw milk) that produced it.  While the farmer poured the milk into jugs for me, she cut off a piece of mozzarella cheese that they’d just finished making the night before.  AND offered me some fresh goat cheese with basil and sea salt.  Out in CA, I can either drive out to Glendale every Saturday, where a Organic Pastures comes out with a truck load of raw milk, raw cheddar cheese, and raw butter.  I hear tell there’s a guy who sells it at the Market on 3rd Street Promenade, on Wednesdays – I’ve yet to check him out because I don’t like getting up early or fighting crowds, unfortunately.  So usually, for convenience sake, I pick up glass bottles of it from Whole Foods – from a Claravale Farms.

As you can see on Claravale’s website:

It’s high quality, Jersey milk. Claravale Farm milk comes from Jersey cows. This breed is world renowned for the quality of its milk, which contains higher concentrations of proteins, solids, butterfat, and beta-caroteen than other breeds. Milk sold in supermarkets comes mostly from Holsteins, which produce larger quantities of more watery milk. Due to their breeding, Holstein milk also contains higher levels of Bovine Growth Hormone than Jersey milk.

I’ve read A LOT about milk lately, and it’s true – Jersey cows are the best.  I’ve tasted the difference, as well.  My mom’s been teasing me lately that she could see me winding up working on a farm, or having us buy an old farmhouse with me going out to milk cows while Mr Nikki goes off to work.  I’m kinda in love with Jersey cows.  Are you kidding?  I’d LOVE to have one in my back yard.

The Claravale milk is quite good and I drink it every day.  Admittedly, though, there’s just something less thrilling about getting my milk from a grocery store, versus the farm itself.  But, can’t be helped.  Though their milk comes in these wonderful glass bottles, which I keep & wash after the milk is gone & I have row upon row of them in my kitchen, for storing beans, rice, pasta, etc.

Now, as I was saying – safety.  There have been more illnesses & recalls on pasteurized milk than ever on raw milk.  Pasteurization is a holdover from the dark ages.  People were getting sick from milk – and many other foods – due to extremely poor conditions everywhere.  Dirty farms, plague, sickly cows.  So they started pasteurizing the milk and people stopped getting sick from it.

Farming conditions have changed today.  Vastly.  If you know anything about real farmers & whole foods, you’ll know that those people take what they do very seriously.  They love what they do.  They love the foods they produce.  The farms are clean, their cows healthier (far more so than the cows on industrial farms kept standing in their own waste & dripping pus into your milk as they’re forced to produce milk 24/7.)

I drank raw milk throughout my pregnancy and I’m FINE.  Better than fine.  I also intend to raise Nugget on raw milk – it is SO GOOD for children.  It helps build their little immune systems as well as giving them so much more nutrition than any of the pasteurized stuff you could give them.  (And never, ever, ever give your children skim or low fat milk.)  There’s also been a LOT of evidence and many testimonials from people who’ve eased or erased their digestion problems, allergies, and gluten allergies after drinking raw milk.

Raw milk is also in serious jeopardy.  It’s illegal in 13 states.  There are legislatures constantly cropping up that could make the production of raw milk absolutely impossible.  There’s actually quite a bit of legislature out there that makes zero sense, in regards to organic farms, small farms, etc.

In any case.  That’s a very long post and a bit of information, but a few links and resources to continue on with:

He doesn’t talk about raw milk, per se, however, both of Michael Pollan’s books are fabulous resources in regard to food & what you’re eating.  In particular, In Defense of Food and The Omnivore’s Dilemma. I just finished Real Food: What to Eat and Why by Nina Planck & I’m flabbergasted.  She’s why I want to start cooking with marrow and organ meats.  She talks A LOT about milk – raw & whole, and it’s benefits.

Some links:

A blurb about another article in Forbes Magazine, in which raw milk is listed as one of the healthiest foods on earth.

RawMilk.org – all about this liquid gold

Organic Pastures – a page of information about “Why raw?”

The Complete Patient – all about farming & health, with a lot of info about milk & dairy farms

SaveRawMilk.org – information about the legal battles & how to help save raw milk

Food Renegade article about raw milk

Article about addition of disgusting milk proteins to milk you buy in stores

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8 weeks

Here’s the “weekly newsletter” as we begin the 8th week.  Two months.  To which I say, “Wow, two months already?” and “Really?  Has it only been two months?”

Last week I confirmed my suspicions about him needing/wanting his space when he sleeps.  This week, I’ve determined that it has something to do with his arms.  I need to get more photos of this, but when you spend some time with him, you notice that he’s always throwing his arms out wide.  He loves to have those arms out.  Maybe he’s just showing that he’s ready to embrace the world.

When I set him down on the couch, next to me, to doze – if he’s against the back of the couch & can’t have both arms out, he won’t sleep.  But if I move him diagonally across the cushion, so that he can, he’ll sleep.  He’s not a big fan of being cradled against you – he prefers over the shoulder ( to look around) or up and down on your knees – where he will throw those arms out.

I’ve also realized that it’s best for me to keep my hair pulled up at all times.  He’s begun clutching at everything – if you hold him, he’ll clutch at your arms & shoulders or, in my case – my hair.  Ouch.

Since determining that Little Mr Independent wants his space & letting him sleep in the basinette (next to our bed), he’s been sleeping 4 + 3 intervals at night, on average.  After Chris leaves for work, he’ll generally go another hour and a half or so.

We got a digital baby/toddler scale last week and he was up to 11.9 pounds.  Probably about 11.12 or thereabouts by today.  Inititally, he gained a lot of weight, fast – which was a good thing.  Now it’s slow & steady.  Also a good thing.

I know that eventually, I’ll miss these days and wish he were a baby again, but I’m really looking forward to interacting with him more.  I want to read to him and take him to kids’ museums and the zoo.

felix-148But I know what my mom would say – he’ll grow up too quickly, enjoy every moment without looking ahead so soon!

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roll with it

Woo hoo! 7:50pm, January 4th – he rolled over!

We put Felix on his belly and after much of his usual head & leg lifting, he swung himself right over onto his back.

Lock up your daughters, people, Felix is on the move.