Straight chillin

New today...

-He is getting more vocal all the time. He can modulate his coos and is starting to make multisyllabic coos.
-He is just the best baby. Solid gold baby. Sometimes I'm surprised by his cry because I hear it so little. The converse of that is that when he does cry, it freaks me out, because I think that something must be seriously wrong.
-He is using and abusing the "more" sign in baby sign language to get essentially unlimited running mans, bounces and assisted jumps. He knows I can't resist. He will smirk and then emphatically smash his chubby hands together until he knows I'm getting his drift. I think he also understands the "milk" sign, though he doesn't use it yet.
-Naps: We have the best naps. Late afternoons, if I'm home, I let him fall asleep on my chest. Today I watched the setting sun bathe all the trees in the yard while he slept draped over my chest. And then I drifted off and we both woke up covered in urine. It was just the best, I'm not kidding. Don't care about the urine.
-He's busting out of his 3-6 month clothes. Sigh.
-I think he's looks skinnier since I went back to work. I'm not too worried, as we are working with a cushion here (pun intended) and he is continually getting better at bottle feeds, but it adds another layer of guilt and sadness to the pain I feel about being back at work.

We are never . . .

Mommy and Wes dancing to Taylor Swift

I love mommy

Missing my Buddy

Today I'm back at work in the hospital for the first time since two days before Wessy was born and I miss him! Not only because he is at home, but because he used to come see patients with me. Today I found myself instinctively putting my hand on my belly only to feel...just my squishier-than-before abs. No little kicks (though Wes really was never a kicker--more of an all-of-a-sudden position changer). No back pain or desperate need to sit down. No little buddy inside there.

Oh, the things we saw together! We saw life, and death, a lot of crying, some tense situations, and way too much vomiting. We saw an old man who came to after trying to kill himself and he was disappointed to still be in the world. We saw lotsa mommies crying with joy as they saw their babies for the first time. We saw cancer and heart trouble and unfortunately a lot of c. Diff. I often feared for your safety in there with all the flying germs and chemicals.

Wessy, I am so glad you came out healthy and perfect and I'm glad I don't have to worry about that anymore. But...

Sometimes, like today, mommy wishes you still came to work with her.

The boys

Hobbies...

-Kissing Wessy on the lips while he is sleeping in order to watch the way it makes his tiny mouth flutter and then sometimes pucker up.
-Laying my head next to Wessy's head on the Boppy and smelling his milk breath.
-Telling Wes he has "the busiest pampers in the business" when I'm changing his diaper and watching him squeal with delight. Or maybe it's pride.
-Dressing Wessy in all stripes, all the time. Unless he is dressed in dinosaurs.
-Cooing/squealing AI BUN-NEE (hi bunny) to Wes a million times a day.
-Asking Wes to hold things for me and then dropping them into his car seat.
-Asking Wes "why you so mad?" when he scrunches up his face and sticks his lip out.