Bruce has started making up his own games, and I couldn't be more thrilled.
One such game involves him looking from whomever is holding him, waiting for a smile or some form of recognition, then looking at one other person (this is usually played with Grandma and Mommy) and - again - waiting for a smile or recognition, only to smile coyly and do it all again.
The other one (the one that has completely stolen my heart) is simple:
I kiss his cheek, he turns his head for another one.
I kiss his cheek again, and he 'kisses' my nose/mouth/nearest facial feature.
I melt.
On to less sappy notes, this weekend was spent in Forks, WA (yes, "Twilight Town"), visiting Steve's aunt, uncle, and cousins. Bruce did extremely well on the car ride, and seemed to enjoy his first exo-utero ferry ride from Edmonds to Kingston. We kept getting stopped by random people, telling us what an adorable boy we had! I couldn't agree more.
Time on the Baysinger homestead was great. They have mules, horses, ducks, dogs... not to mention a pretty fun bunch of family. Bruce was outside and enjoying the fresh air all day on Saturday, causing him to sleep extremely well that night! Only ONE middle-of-the-night wake-up, AND he talked himself back to sleep at one point!! I am a proud, proud Mama.
Finally, tomorrow is D-Day; the day Steve and I find out just what's wrong with my thyroid. My doctor's office called me on Friday to let me know that the preliminary test results show that I have "thyrotoxicosis", most likely from Graves Disease. Whatever, kids... I just need it fixed!
So, that's all for now. I'm thinking about posting another recipe... any ideas?
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It is so hard to believe that he is already old enough to have such a little personality. Maybe fresh air is the answer to getting him to sleep longer...maybe FRESH air away from city yuck is the answer? Who knows...but fresh air isn't always fun is it?
ReplyDeleteYeah, call my baby metalhead. It's daddy will sure like it. Bri is hoping that this baby will also be a Stryper fan and metal head like our first born. We started him young (like the first time he was in our car coming home).
I need to get together with you or on the phone with you or something and start picking your brain on all things birthing and nursing and newbornish since the youngest I've ever had was 3 weeks old, and they were all bottle fed.