Our little punkin is 20 weeks. For the most part he is putting himself to sleep on his own now. Thankfully we didn't have to go through the 'cry it out' routine. We thought we'd have to do that, which seems so rough on the little baby. We read some stuff on the matter and thought we'd wean the rocking time and that has worked like a charm.
He has learned the word 'up'! We have always said 'up' every time we pick him up and now he anticipates it by either lifting his arms or arching his back to sit up. He also knows the word Whiskey, as everytime Whiskey comes around I say his name and Soren looks for him and smiles!
He hasn't voacalized any words yet, not even a simple da-da or ga-goo or anything. He still just blows bubbles, razzes, and loves to scream to test his voice. He can stand with assistance and sit for a short while without assistance which he prefers rather than his stomach. I make him play as long as possible on his stomach, but he really doesn't like it still....he cries after a few minutes and rolls over....but we are making progress slowly.
We have been married 11 years and best friends for 14. I am so truly blessed to be married to the most wonderful guy.
What kind of guy......
-buys three kinds of haagen dazs when not sure what kind I want
-takes out the trash, cleans the litter box, and vaccums before I have the chance....without griping or guilt tripping
-keeps MY car sparkling clean, and always fills it with gas ( I can't remember the last time I filled the tank)
-wears breathe right strips so I can sleep peacefully without battling the snores
-cuts my hair, colors my hair (many years ago...what a pro)
-buys nursing tanks and bras in every color and multiple sizes....'just in case'
-puts cash in my wallet
-calls me to say hi at least 3 times a day
-always wants to sleep close
-tells me I should get out and go shopping and buy whatever I want
-always first to apologize
-tells me he loves me 100 times a day and means it......
my husband, my true love
Soren is 18 weeks old! He is more fun than I thought possible. He is fully engaged with people, watching their every move, studying facial expressions, trying to figure out if something is funny and warrants a laugh or is serious. He gets distracted when nursing, he wants to be a part of everything.
He startles easily which is comical. If I sneeze without him looking, or someone shouts to the dog or something, he bursts out crying with the most pathetic pout. Very dramatic.
He is sitting up on the couch, in the bumbo seat and on our laps, although not on his own yet.....hmmm. He can be held on our hip which is much more comfortable. He is practicing his crawling, not very well yet...he just runs his face into the ground, but he's building arm strength.
Oma put him in the excersaucer(?) thing where he is standing and can bounce. He kinda liked it. He mainly loves to lay on his back and kick as hard as he can. He loves his little baby pool. Since he loves baths, it wasn't much of a transition. Next month we will take him to the big pool.
He experienced his first fireworks on the 4th. We did ones that didn't have noise, he was mesmerized by the colors and lights. It was fun to watch.
I am still adjusting to motherhood:
-He only sleeps 6 1/2 hours. Still one night feeding...Since I am exclusively nursing, I can't go more than about 6 hours without feeling engorged.......I would love to change this.....
-Still hard to go anywhere for any length of time, he gets uncomfortable or bored in the car seat.....unless there are two of us to distract him, its not worth the crying and the missed quality naps. It is inevitable, as soon as I pull up to a drive thru of any kind, he starts crying.....
-Church is a pain, cause he won't sit still in the service so I am out in the foyer as he sleeps or wiggles/giggles (why would I expect any different, right?)
-Still doesn't 'play' on his own. When he is awake, he demands constant interaction. He will only play by himself for about 10 minutes. This makes it difficult to get anything done. He only sleeps for 45 min-1 hour for his naps.....I race to get stuff done, but there never seems to be enough time in the day. My to do list grows faster than it gets done....and I am constantly doing something.......
-I am looking forward to getting my body back. Altough I LOVE nursing him, and wouldn't trade it for ANYTHING, it will be nice not to have my body "working" so hard. Those of you who nurse, know. I am in a constant state of draining, refilling, leaking, etc....funny....and I am still ravenous.....I feel like I just can't eat enough!
Is it worth it?
His laugh and smile make it worth it ten times over.
I love him.
Soren is as happy as a clam. (what does that really mean anyway?) He is 15lbs and 27 inches. He hasn't gained weight nearly at the same rate. He is getting tall I guess, but he still looks quite plump. What a true joy he is to have around, finally. And I am now becoming seasoned as a parent.....he fell off the ottoman the other day, which was quite frightening for me and Soren, but of course he is fine, and I am glad that he only fell about 12 inches onto carpet. And I cannot say that I wasn't warned, but I didn't think he had it in him to scoot off..he made a fool out of me........
So we have a camcorder now thanks to my parent's birthday money. (thank you Dad & Judy!) I now realize how silly I sound when I am talking to Soren. Hmmmmm....Why is it so fun to talk to babies and pets that way? Soren is much stronger, learning to sit up, starting the crawling process, right now lifting his butt in the air while running his head in the ground...too funny...