Ok, so kids are asleep...at least in their cribs (I think the big one is still playing around in there), and I have no more episodes of Merlin to watch on Netflix (seriously sad about that...but heading over to mopvideo.com from here to find more).
Anyone up for a kiddo update? Here goes.
Owen is 5 months old today. He has 3 teeth and another on the way. As of February 20th he weighed a big ol' 16 pounds. He is super ticklish. He loves to grab the sides of my face and violently eat my chin (I love that too). He is sleeping in his crib. Has been for maybe 2 or 3 weeks. It's going pretty good. Better than I thought. He has his times (right now actually) when he seems to wake up more than usual. Usual is once a night. More than usual is 2 or 3 times with at least one of those times taking a while to settle back down. I think we may face a problem with him sleeping in the future. For now I accept that he is still an itty bitty, and that I don't care much for the cry-it-out method anyway. With the boys sharing a room though, I do whatever it takes to get him quiet and sleeping fastest, whereas with Oliver I would spend longer trying to soothe him without picking him up. Most nights I don't have much of a problem with getting up with him, but lately I've been so tired. It helps that he's cute.
Owen is still on a breast milk only diet. I think I am scared by the experience with Oliver having to stop cereal and use formula to get his weight back up so I am holding off on food for Owen now... even though that had little to do with cereal and more to do with me not having any milk to give.
Oliver was a happy baby, but Owen is SUCH a happy baby! He seems to be a little more of a goofball too. But when he's mad...he is loud. It's kind of funny to compare their personalities- Oliver was easy going and pretty even keel, while Owen is both happier and angrier.
Oliver. My baby Oliver. 2. He's 2! I still can't believe it. He is such a big boy. So independent, so smart, so handsome and loving and curious. But I love the moments when I look at him and realize he still a baby himself.
He has so much energy and loves to run and jump and crawl. We started going to Gymboree right after Christmas, and boy oh boy have we made good use of our membership. He is so much fun to watch there. He is so in love with the owner's daughter who is sometimes there in the evenings. The two of them run and bounce and jump and fall together. I love it.
Oliver loves trains. We take a ride past the train yard probably 2 to 3 times a week on our way home from Gymboree. It is so amazing to him to see the freight cars loaded and unloaded. I get a kick out of watching him watch them. His favorite books from the library are
Freight Train by Donald Crews, and
Chugga-Chugga Choo-Choo by Kevin Lewis. As long as I can keep renewing them... I don't know if the library will be getting those back!
He is on a Toy Story kick. It's great. And he loves Woody. Which is awesome because I am totally Team Woody...not that Buzz isn't great too.
Oliver is just so full of love. He can be very affectionate. And so sweet with his brother! Oh so sweet! He really knows how to melt me. I am just a mushy puddle of mom in his hands.
He's never had much of a problem with jealousy of the new baby... but every once in a while he insists that whatever is done to the baby is done to him as well. And I allow it. If he wants me tickle him like I tickle the baby, I do it. Bounce him on my knee too? No problem. I always want him to feel loved. So loved. Because he is. That little boy made me who I am. And I can't believe I am lucky enough to have him in my life, never mind how blessed I am to have spent almost every moment of the past 2 years with him.
