This is how we're getting around the neighborhood these days, at least when there's only two:
When we head out on the road, everyone gets their own seat in the new car, which is pretty great. Michael is a big boy and can get in and out of his high-back booster in the back row all by himself now, helping us out a ton:
But this is how the little guy vastly prefers to get around:
We are right in the middle of the fourth trimester and he sure does love to snuggle.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Modes of transportation
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Cutie at one month
Joseph is doing great. He is doing all the things babies should be doing - nursing, sleeping, fussing, having quiet alert time, and working on lifting his head (not so much progress there yet but he'll figure it out!). "Normal" is absolutely a blessing to be thankful for! He is pretty much attached to me, if not actually nursing then wanting to be held. It is somewhat exhausting but I do love snuggling with him - he's so sweet. We've tried a bottle once or twice with only limited success, but eventually he will let Mike feed him sometimes. In the meantime, the baby sling is coming in very handy.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Processing
Continuing his penchant for learning everyone's addresses, ages, birthdays, and other key facts, Michael now has the birth timeline down: "I was in your tummy when you were 28, and then Malcolm was in your tummy when you were 30, and Joseph was in your tummy when you were 32, and he was born on Sunday, March 17, 2013." He has repeated this several times, and last night he added, "Then you can have another baby in your tummy when you are 34!" We'll see about that, bud.
Michael has also started putting all his experiences on to Snoopy. I don't know what age that normally happens, but I think it's a good thing for him because I know he is continuing to get actions and consequences. So he'll tell me Snoopy did not clean up his toys so he can't watch any movies tomorrow. On the other hand, he also tried to nurse Snoopy the other day because Snoopy was hungry, so Aunt Stef told him daddies feed babies with bottles. He's had a bottle in hand (alternating with a supper dish, since I guess Snoopy goes back and forth between being a baby and a kid) ever since.
Friday, April 5, 2013
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