Gossip

Brady caught up on his celebrity gossip today. He is absolutely shocked by Brad's double life.



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Brady at Four Months

At four months, Brady has become much more active.  He loves bouncing in his jumperoo and attempting to cruise around in his walker.  He still thinks Bryan and I are hilarious (proving that he is of above average intelligence), and he has also decided that Seven is funny, much to Seven's confusion.  All this activity makes a guy tired - right after he hit three months, Brady started sleeping through the night.

Bryan and I have started referring to the jumperoo as the 'jumperpoo'... maybe it's gravity, or the leg workout, but something about this thing really sets Brady's system in motion.  We've had countless blow out incidents in the jumperpoo.  Brady's current record is three in one day but he's working on breaking that.  Reach for the stars, buddy!

Brady is trying hard to sit up on his own and he's a big fan of his Bumbo seat.  Seven is also a fan of the Bumbo - he is a fan of anything that puts Brady within licking distance.  He can often be found lurking around the jumperpoo, waiting to sneak a lick in between jumps.  Seven has no idea the deliciousness that awaits him - soon those little fingers will be covered in rice cereal, and it will only get better from there!

Seven - An Update

I posted a glowing review a few months ago regarding Seven's transition into brotherhood. While that remains mostly true, he did stage a formal protest last weekend when all the two-leggers in the family went out to dinner without him.





I believe the incident to be a warning, as it's just a magazine- not our wedding album or anything. Seven just wanted to give us a taste of the destruction he will rain down upon us if we get too socially active for his taste. Needless to say we will not be vacationing any time soon.

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Happy Hour

Everybody needs to relax a little after a long day at work.


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Brady at 3 Months

It really hit home that December had passed in a flash when I realized that there is only one post in between 'Brady at 2 Months' and 'Brady at 3 Months'!  Another example that December got away from me would be that I mailed our Christmas cards today, January 7.  Whoops. 

At three months, Brady has magically transformed from a newborn into a baby.  Seemingly overnight he has become aware of the world around him.  He loves to lay on his back in the middle of the living room and just stare around.  It must be pretty incredible to realize that the world does not consist solely of faces that pop in and out of your vision at random.  In response to this new world, Brady has started 'talking' to us, especially when he's on his back looking around, as though he's keeping a running commentary on what he sees.  Our little guy is not a big fan of tummy time, but he's strong and can hold himself up well.  His hatred of tummy time served him well this past weekend - he was so determined to end it that he rolled himself over.

In other news, Brady has discovered his hands.  He finds them enchanting and delicious - particularly the thumb, as seen in this outtake from his recent '3 Month' photo shoot.



Imitation is the Highest Form of Flattery

Somebody's angling for a spot on the 'nice' list... dressed up like Santa and slept peacefully through the whole visit. 

Side note - isn't the Stoneridge Santa quite authentic, unlike the first Santa that Seven met?  Petco needs to step up their game.

Brady at 2 Months

Brady had his two-month pediatrician visit yesterday, and I can report with complete certainty that he is not a fan of shots, nor is he a fan of oral vaccines and the nurses who administer them.  Things started off very smoothly with a visit to the scale, where he smiled at Nurse Jaclyn and allowed her to weigh him (12 lbs, 10 ounces) and measure him (23.75 inches), but later the relationship turned very, very sour.   

At two months, we are having fun watching Brady's personality begin to emerge.  He is smiling, cooing and even doing a little chuckling, confirming my long held belief that I am hilarious.  His sense of humor does seem to be a bit dark, though - his favorite bit of mine is one in which I repeatedly threaten in a raspy voice to eat him. 

Around 5:00pm every day, our happy little guy enters what we refer to as his 'witching hour', and if he's not eating, he's fussing.  'Witching hour' is a bit of a misnomer because it usually lasts until 8:00pm.  On the upside, Brady is probably helping me move toward my pre-pregnancy weight much more quickly, since we don't exactly get to linger over dinner these days.  Once the witching hour wraps up, he sleeps like a champ and usually only wakes up once during the night.

It's hard to believe two months have already flown by!  Our next visit with the pediatrician comes at four months.  I'm guessing Nurse Jaclyn will not endear herself any more to Brady at that appointment.