I am outnumbered, and have been since a month after we got married and acquired our "first child Skip" (honestly, ask our family and they will attest to Skip thinking that he is our child, which makes him human!) He has seen us through a lot. When little C came home, I was even more outnumbered, which makes it 3-to-1 in our home (even with Lilly, we are still outnumbered!) Our little guy (I still need to think of creative name since we can not currently use his real name, any ideas?!) has a bit of a cold. He is eating great still (has already gained 1 pound in just 10 days, weighing in at 11 pounds) and it actually seemed like we got some sleep last night, either that or we are getting used to being sleep deprived. We have been working on finding a good bottle. Here is our little guy, trying to be big and hold his own bottle:
We have been feeding C with Dr. Brown bottles, but even though we do not fill the bottles past the line, we still seem to get a lot of leaks. So today, I went out and bought two different bottles to experiment and see if either will work better. So we will try the PLAY-TEX Drop-Ins, which hopefully will be a temporary fix until he grows out of his Colic.
C is growing so fast. He gets better and better each day at holding his head up. He is also smiling at us, a bit more each day. He seems to still have a witching hour, which some days is better than others. We've started C sleeping in his crib. He seems to be doing GREAT with the quick transition, and hopefully he will continue to do so (as I write, he has already slept for three hours, where he previously would only sleep two hours in his swing!) I know that all too soon, we will be planning his first birthday and he will be running and than heading off to his first day of school. Makes me sad, but enjoying him while he still is little.
Easter was wonderful, because we were able to spend it with our little guy. But at the same time, it was hard because we kind of had a fussy guy. I think he was just not feeling so hot, but was quite the trooper until the last hour of church. Everyone just loved him and I'll be honest, despite not being his usual self, he still looked pretty freaking cute!
We never did get a picture of all three of us, because our little guy was not feeling the best. But Mike did snap one of C and I, which if you know me, I am not the person getting photographed, I am the photographer! But Mike insisted, and I had to oblige.