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. 

Thanksgiving

Brady enjoyed his first road trip for Thanksgiving!  We drove to Grandma and Grandpa's house in Whittier, where Grandma has set up the house in such a way that all we really needed to pack was Brady himself, which made traveling much easier. :) 

While in Whittier, Brady took his first trip to the Seafare!  He celebrated the occasion by sleeping through dinner, a rare treat.

We had a fun trip and overall, Brady proved himself to be quite portable, with the notable exception of a projectile vomiting incident that I will not describe in detail.  I will say that he managed to hit four different surfaces and ruined a pillow.  But projectile incidents or not, we have much to be thankful for this year - topping the list is a happy, healthy baby who can not yet object to my wardrobe choices.



An Open Love Letter to Molly May

Molly May, Carrot Top, Maldy - by any other name you would still smell as sweet.  Our shopping trip with our mothers yesterday was pure delight and I look very much forward to another outing.  Even though you appear to be playing hard to get in this photo by refusing to acknowledge me, I'll win you over. 

PS - My deepest apologies for soiling myself in Nordstrom.  It will not happen again in your company.