Eat, Poop, Sleep, Repeat

Will is growing. Like growing way too fast growing. At our final checkup at the midwives he was 12 lbs 4 oz, and has just started slowing down a bit (he had been putting on a pound a week, the latest pound was over two weeks). At the pediatricians office he was in the 85th percentile for boys his age, and I have officially packed away the newborn outfits and he is fitting perfectly into three to six month clothes. I am frantically trying to remember every little moment and feeling of what he does, and part of me worries that I should just still and calm myself and enjoy all the little moments.

I can't help myself though. A lot of our days are spent with me staring at him and holding my silly iPhone camera in his face.

In the last couple weeks he is really starting to interact. Starting to look into our eyes rather than us just gazing into his. Starting to smile at us when he is in a good mood and make this little laugh. Starting to demand entertainment when the house is too quiet. He loves going places and seeing things, the more commotion the better. He's now been to two football games already and has been great for both. I'm thankful for when naptime goes long as I'm enjoying whatever quiet time I can get. As he quickly gets bigger and more and more busy I know he will keep me on my toes and my quiet "me time" will likely soon become a thing of the past.

For now, I'm enjoying the naps. The little sighs. The gummy toothless grins. The fighting to gain head control. The way he rests his head on my chest once holding it up himself gets too tiring.

And of course, all the blurry iPhone pictures :)