Why exactly would I want to buy my baby a pony? Because he slept 8 hours last night! He didn't even wake up for his pacifier. Isn't he so cute when he is sleeping?
Monday, July 26, 2010
I'm going to buy you a pony... or whatever a 5 month old might want.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
When Dad's away Mommy and Liam will play
I have been working really hard to sit up by myself. Here I am sitting up for just over a minute. But of course I fell when Mommy took the picture.
Mommy has lots of different balls she pulls out for me to play with. I think they taste delicious!
Mommy gives me so many things to play with everyday! I am getting good at staying entertained while Mommy and Daddy eat now that I can sit at the table with them.
I love my exersaucer. Thank you Gamma!
It's been a hard day of play. I think I am going to take a little rest.
Monday, July 19, 2010
It's Pottery Barn Baby. You break it, you buy it!
Liam has slept 6-7 hours at night before, but not recently. And when he does it usually involves waking up a few times for his pacifier. Last night I had my first "I have to check on the baby, he hasn't woke up" freak out.
I tip-toed across the hall to the nursery, slowly opened the door and smelled the room. WHY did I smell it? Who knows! I should have been putting on my own oder controlling shield because Liam has a superhero sense of smell. When I walk into the room his nose sends a message to his brain "booby milk, must eat".
So after tip-toeing my way over to the crib and staring at him for an appropriate length of time, I determined he was breathing. RETREAT RETREAT I must get out without waking the beast. I backpedaled to my bed, where I lay listening to the monitor, paranoid of when he will wake up. My anxiety continued to grow with every movement I could now hear.
Affirmative... I had woke the beast!
I tip-toed across the hall to the nursery, slowly opened the door and smelled the room. WHY did I smell it? Who knows! I should have been putting on my own oder controlling shield because Liam has a superhero sense of smell. When I walk into the room his nose sends a message to his brain "booby milk, must eat".
So after tip-toeing my way over to the crib and staring at him for an appropriate length of time, I determined he was breathing. RETREAT RETREAT I must get out without waking the beast. I backpedaled to my bed, where I lay listening to the monitor, paranoid of when he will wake up. My anxiety continued to grow with every movement I could now hear.
Affirmative... I had woke the beast!
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