Well, we made it to eight weeks. Jon and I were talking the other day and we agreed it's been both the longest and shortest eight weeks of our lives. The past two weeks we've entered the "crying" stage. Every night from 5 to 9 our little Mikey takes it into his cute little head to cry unless he is being held, bounced and walked around the house. Mr. Fussy Britches is quite cute once he's settled down though.
Jack is now reaping the bounty from having a baby in the house. He loves cardboard and we have an abundance of boxes from all the stuff we've bought. Here is Jack's new bed. 
Speaking of Jack, I think he is finally starting to "see" Mikey. Mikey loves his floor time and has started to notice the stars and suns hanging above his head. With that, he moves and coos for long periods of time. Jack is confused because up until now this little baby has just laid there and hasn't really been a threat. But now the creature can move! The creature has hands! Jack fears for his tail.
Tomorrow I go back to work with mixed emotions. Adult conversation has it's perks but look at the kid! It will be hard to leave him with someone else for eight hours a day.
2 comments:
Okay, aside from my own handsome little guy, Mikey is the most adorable baby ever!
i can't believe he is already 8 weeks, he is precious!
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