Tuesday, March 6, 2012

3 Months

Practicing for the day he will crawl. Tactically.

Hello from windy Key West. All week winds will be 25 mph or higher. Holden doesn't seem to mind, just another day of diaper changes, feedings and blowing spit bubbles. He grunts, squeals, sighs, yells and cries constantly. Today he has a surprisingly relaxed demeanor, so relaxed he inspired me to turn on a Pandora Dub Radio station when I got home. Holden just looks around taking in everything as a baby does, head losing control every now and then, flopping in one direction before he can catch it.  His arms shoot out and then take the longest way possible to his mouth where he slobbers his knuckles, palm and fingers before he secures the coveted thumb. Remember the pacifier? He doesn't. Anytime we offer it to him in the evening for something to do he spits it out because its not attached to his hand. This guy says, "fingers or nothing". He is beginning to understand the concept of "peek-a-boo" and pumps all limbs furiously when a blanket is thrown over his body.  His favorite part is right before the blanket is thrown on because he knows he is about to have something that he will most likely get in his mouth and soak. I think he is using me and the game as an excuse....

Go Tigers!
THIS BOY LOVES TO STAND. Locking his legs out on any surface his face lights up and he revels in the sense of being taller than his infant self. A concerned relative warned us that this may cause him to be "bowlegged" so we limit his standing to 23-15 second iterations a day.
 He has also started to roll his 17lb body to his side by pulling on his hanging toy apparatus. What a guy! It is too easy to love this kid. 

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The Illusion of a Routine

Hello. Today Grandma Charlotte left, making tomorrow the second day since Holden's birth where it will be the just the three of us. We are lucky to have such a caring and flexible family [I am now doing the Jim Halpert look towards an imaginary camera, think The Office].

Grandma saying goodbye
Holden still resists Daddy's best efforts at a routine in the evenings. Despite the perfect bath water temperature, playing with rubber ducky, a fresh diaper and clothes Holden blows up as the last snap is fastened. So in a way his lamentations are part of the routine, fusing and fighting until he gets mothers milk then a walk with Daddy and he is out. Holden continues to sleep through most of the night, may the gods of Babydom be praised.

Hands crossed like a gentleman
Mommy has started running again and will hopefully compete in another marathon, unless Daddy knocks her up again. Holden's first trip is coming up in May, to a wedding in Connecticut. I dread this operation more than any other in my career. Have a good one.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Fat Tuesday

Good morning. Hopefully our readers who reveled in Mardi Gras celebrations were able to make it to Ash Wednesday with an agreeable amount of pride and health. Holden got drunk on Mommy's milk and passed out by 830 almost every day this week. He has decided to start acting like a bigger boy during the nights and sleep for SIX hours for the first stretch and then a couple of two hour naps following that. I admit this doesn't affect me as much as Daddy has been pulling long hours at work. So when Laila told me one evening as I came home, "Holden slept for 12 hours last night!", my dumb ass replied "At ONCE?!".  Well, I am happy that Laila is getting better sleep and more of it.







Granpa Harry and Uncle Matin have been in Key West this week and just left this Saturday morning. They really enjoyed Holden and the adventures Key West has to offer. They went jet-skiing, caught a shark, ate good food and saw plenty of cross-dressers.

Holden continues to wage a war of his hands as he tries to catch the left with the right, get any part of a hand in his mouth or grab toys and shirts with death grips. He loves his evening bath time and using his feet to catch Rubber Ducky. He lets us know he is ready to sleep by screaming like a banshee until we do just the right thing...I still don't know what.



Mommy had a birthday and turned 23. I know she is a little younger than most mothers but she is doing a fantastic job.

Have a good weekend readers.