Ducks and Rice Cereal

It's been awhile since I last posted. I think I get less done now that I've decided to stay home than I would if I actually went back to work. But, I have been assured, this is the way it goes. On the baby front, Mikey is almost to week 12 and becoming very interactive. I rented some Baby Einstein videos from him and though I can say they bore me to tears, he loves them. He's also eating a dose of rice cereal with each meal to help him keep his formula down. And, as always, my obsession with ducks grows and poor little boy is subjected to way-too-cute duck clothes. 

I love staying home with him although I am missing adult conversation more than I thought possible. Jon comes home and I start babbling incoherently. I am looking into the possibility of joining a Mom's group but haven't had any luck locating one yet. 

Sleeping Boy

We're not sure if he's having nightmares or the best dream ever ... you decide.

10 weeks old today

Today Mikey turned 10 weeks old. Here's a little comparison picture between father and son. Daddy I think could have taken him in a fight at this point. He was a lot bigger, although Michael probably has the reach on him. :)

From Becher Family

Playtime

Video of Michael's Coming Out Party

Well, Daddy finally got the video done of Michael's birthday. Just be aware it's 5 minutes of footage from the day and such. Enjoy.

The Happiest Sick Baby

Our little man hasn't been doing so well lately. He's congested. He has a runny nose. He has a hideous cough and he spits up like nobody's business. But you wouldn't know that to look at him. He laughs. He coos. He dreams about zebras and lions. And he looks really cute in his turtle outfit. Here are a few nine week pictures.

Mikey's Bravery, Mama's Wimpery

I took Mikey in yesterday for his 2 month checkup and first round of vaccinations. He weighs 11 lbs, 2 oz (in the 45% range), and 24 inches long (85%). 

When the nurse came in to give him his shots, he was a pretty happy boy. Smiles and giggles all around until that first needle went in. Then he screamed and screamed and screamed. And I started crying. Two more shots and five minutes later we were back to the smiles and giggles but I was still crying. The good news is, he'll forget it ever happened. The bad news is, one day he'll realize what's about to happen and we'll have to hold him down on the table with the help of three nurses, just like we had to do to his Uncle Mike. 

I think I'm scarred.