Sure we eat at night and get fussy about gas and spit up directly down the front of mom's clean shirt, but he is a baby after all. But the colic....I do believe we've dodged that bullet this time and seriously ALL PRAISE AND GLORY TO GOD ON HIGH.
Wanna see his cuteness? Of course you do!
|"You want me to do what while you stick that in my face? Smile? Yeah...I don't think so."|
-This child is the most talkative non-verbal human I've ever met. If he's awake, he is making noise. Grunting, cooing, saying "unGAH!" (which means, obviously, that he would like you to reverse your Gah). He even hums while he nurses. Literally. "Hmmmmm hmmmm hmmmm, just gon' have me some more milkies. Hmmmmmm hmmmmm hmmmmm."
-He also spits up more often and in larger quantities than any of my other children ever did. It is truly impressive. He doesn't seem bothered so I wouldn't care except all the laundries of the world have joined together in a laundry commune of stench en mi casa. Maybe if he didn't try to eat enough to feed four small countries?
-Those lips! We could already see them in his ultrasound pic. The boy has got some major kissers.
-When I put him in the bouncy seat with the dangling animals, he immediately starts kicking his legs because I think he's figured out that doing that makes his little friends move. Or he's trying to 'run, run, run...run to the candy store' (I always say that when I'm bicycling babies' legs to loosen the gas bubbles). One or the other.
-He is so loved. All his siblings are enamored. Two months later and the younger ones still fight over whose head is closer to the baby and whether or not so and so has done enough kissing him and "I was going to have a turn holding Chombie but now he's hungry and you took him awaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!" *insert much pouting* Truly he is at the fore of everyone's mind all the time. Such a sweet, sweet thing.
Whew! See? I'm getting better. I'm going to be better about blogging on the blog. Two months is a good time to decide that, right? Am I being reasonable here?