Changing Every Day

Dear Hayden--we had quite the week for Grandma's first week of being with you while Momma and Daddy were at work. The picture above shows you at your most peaceful. It is hard to believe that such an angel could raise enough ruckus that Grandma was afraid the neighbors were going to call someone to come rescue you. Lesson learned was that when you start making movements and "muttering" in your sleep--Grandma needs to run and get the milk warmed and in a bottle pronto. You are a demand feeder--when you demand, you expect the product to be presented!

Here you are in one of your favorite things--the play yard. You now are tracking and swinging away and seem to feel quite proud when you make the singing bee swing or the rattle swing. Thank you Katie for lending Hayden your play yard!

You have developed significant head control as demonstrated in this photo. You do not like tummy time on a blanket but do consider this position on your Daddy's leg to be the perfect place to perch and practice your neck muscle use.

And you have developed a real smile which just brings big smiles from Momma, Daddy and Grandma. You are a happy baby as long as you get changed and fed promptly (and you have redifined prompt), are being held to go to sleep, are playing or are in your bathtub. You really love bath time.

When you get sleepy but are fighting going to sleep, you tend to suck on anything that happens to be available. You particularly like arms to suck on. And you will suck and suck and suck until all of us have strange red marks on our arms. Eventually however you slip into your world of dreams.

You love to play after you eat. You are really liking the light up toys that play music. Your attention span is still short but easily entertained. You have really started talking and telling lengthy tales, and you do expect those listening to respond to your tales. It is amazing to me how much you have changed in just a couple of weeks.

You go for your 2 month check up (and shots) this Friday. Grandma is wondering if there is such a thing as the 150th percentile for height and weight?) You have chubby cheeks, several rolls on your thighs, and a tummy that all beg for Grandma's kisses and "raspberries".

Here you are in your camos in your bouncer in the kitchen. You have pretty much decided you don't like the swing and you may be getting to its weight limit pretty soon. During Grandma's first week, when you were fussy and not due for a feeding, Grandma tried the Mobey carrier. Alison and Pat and Katie had given me lessons as had your Momma. By the time I finally got you out of the Mobey which did not soothe you (might of had something to do with Grandma's technique), we both looked like we were in the Cirque de Chaos with yards of material everywhere.

Gotta run for now. I think you need changed

Love

Grandma