About the boys
Trey has given up naps, at least when I am in charge. Naptime was one more area of contention we didn't need, never failing to cause a huge blowout between him and me. So no more naptime. This has made bedtime much easier. We have an addition to our normal routine called "downtime", where we all sit together on the couch in the dark, with the TV on low. Trey is usually asleep within 10 minutes.
Aden hates tummy time. At least when I remember to give him tummy time. I can't feel but so bad for forgetting, because when I remember, we get this:
Trey will now use the pedals on his tricycle. Not on command, of course, only when he feels like it.
Aden is beginning to use his hands. When we are having a chat at the changing table, he will reach up and touch my face. He is also starting to bat at the toys on his floor gym.
Trey has had maybe two cups of apple juice in the last week. This is big considering we used to go through a gallon of apple juice in about three days. The difference? We are learning the big boy cup. And the only things he is willing to drink out of a big boy cup are lemonade and Dr. Pepper.
Aden is sleeping six or seven hours at night pretty consistently. In his crib. This is magical.
Trey is obsessed with mud puddles. Whenever it rains he will keep watch at our front window, looking for mud puddles. And we just have to go out and play in them, whether it's still raining or not. For those times with no rain, never fear. Trey makes his own puddles using the watering can and the water from his kiddie pool. Playing in the water keeps Trey occupied for hours on end. Praise the Lord.
Aden has discovered the joy of splashing in the bath. No more baths with the baby tub on the counter! Last night he soaked the whole counter, a roll of paper towels, the toaster (oops!), the floor, and me. Aden thought this was hilarious.
Trey, prompted by his Daddy's rapidly expanding guitar skills, sometimes feels the need to express himself instrumentally. He will grab his birthday guitar and say, "Mama, I gotta pway the booz!" (That's "blues", by the way.)
Aden is one chunky monkey. At his last doctor visit they said he would start eating less frequently. Um, no thank you. When awake, Aden eats every two hours. And he is working on some seriously delicious leg fat rolls. It's beautiful.
Trey has an imaginary baby that he likes to take care of on occasion. The baby's name is "Abby the Dinosaur". Abby the Dinosaur is a human boy, not a girl dinosaur. Trey was quite offended when I assumed the latter.
Aden has hair that no one can figure out. In different light it can look brown or blond or even red. It is still thick at his neck, has thinned out some on the sides, and he has lost enough on the sides of the top of his head to give him a sort of mohawk. And the long pieces now curl on the ends. Who can resist an after-bath afro?
Finally, a Trey conversation.
Mama: Trey Isaiah, I love you to pieces.
Trey: I love you three pieces!
Aden hates tummy time. At least when I remember to give him tummy time. I can't feel but so bad for forgetting, because when I remember, we get this:
Trey will now use the pedals on his tricycle. Not on command, of course, only when he feels like it.
Aden is beginning to use his hands. When we are having a chat at the changing table, he will reach up and touch my face. He is also starting to bat at the toys on his floor gym.
Trey has had maybe two cups of apple juice in the last week. This is big considering we used to go through a gallon of apple juice in about three days. The difference? We are learning the big boy cup. And the only things he is willing to drink out of a big boy cup are lemonade and Dr. Pepper.
Aden is sleeping six or seven hours at night pretty consistently. In his crib. This is magical.
Trey is obsessed with mud puddles. Whenever it rains he will keep watch at our front window, looking for mud puddles. And we just have to go out and play in them, whether it's still raining or not. For those times with no rain, never fear. Trey makes his own puddles using the watering can and the water from his kiddie pool. Playing in the water keeps Trey occupied for hours on end. Praise the Lord.
Aden has discovered the joy of splashing in the bath. No more baths with the baby tub on the counter! Last night he soaked the whole counter, a roll of paper towels, the toaster (oops!), the floor, and me. Aden thought this was hilarious.
Trey, prompted by his Daddy's rapidly expanding guitar skills, sometimes feels the need to express himself instrumentally. He will grab his birthday guitar and say, "Mama, I gotta pway the booz!" (That's "blues", by the way.)
Aden is one chunky monkey. At his last doctor visit they said he would start eating less frequently. Um, no thank you. When awake, Aden eats every two hours. And he is working on some seriously delicious leg fat rolls. It's beautiful.
Trey has an imaginary baby that he likes to take care of on occasion. The baby's name is "Abby the Dinosaur". Abby the Dinosaur is a human boy, not a girl dinosaur. Trey was quite offended when I assumed the latter.
Aden has hair that no one can figure out. In different light it can look brown or blond or even red. It is still thick at his neck, has thinned out some on the sides, and he has lost enough on the sides of the top of his head to give him a sort of mohawk. And the long pieces now curl on the ends. Who can resist an after-bath afro?
Finally, a Trey conversation.
Mama: Trey Isaiah, I love you to pieces.
Trey: I love you three pieces!
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Also, a good tip for tummy time: when you have to leave him to do something (get trey some food, take trey to the potty, etc) and he'll be crying anyways, put him on his tummy. He'd be crying anyways, right? It's like more bang for you crying bucks. :)
Good to see y'all seem to be getting into a rhythm.
xxoo