The past couple of weeks have been full of leaps and bounds for our sweet Baby Will. He’s started babbling in a variety of sounds, not just oohs and aahs. I heard a “maa” last night. The last few nights he’s been fussy at bedtime, rubbing his little eyes. I lay next to him in bed with him in his co-sleeper, hold his hand and gently stroke his forehead while singing to him. The new thing is this sweet and magical little “aahhhh” sigh when all is good and it’s finally time to let himself slip off into dreamland. Dave and I just love that sound.
He’s really been putting away the bottles (6-8 ounces at a time, every couple of hours) and has started eating rice cereal. He took right to it. Both of his sisters had a hard time moving between the tongue movements needed for sucking and those needed for swallowing, but he seems to be getting the hang of it pretty quickly and is very demanding between bites. If I don’t get the next one ready fast enough, he makes sure I hear about it.
Last week the doctor told me that Will is 12 lbs, 12 oz and 24.5″ tall. He predicted that he will wind up somewhere between 6’3″ and 6’5″. -Tall just like his handsome daddy!
Oh! Steph is working really hard on her degree and has a ramped up class schedule, so Will has started going to a new sitter named Lynn. When Dave and I walked in yesterday, there were 3 other babies, all just a couple of months older than Will. 2 girls and with Will as an addition, 2 boys. The other little guy’s name is Noah. We joke that Will is at “Lynn’s Baby Ranch”. He seemed absolutely delighted to see the faces of his peers. I bet he’ll crawl even sooner now that he has active examples to strive for.
Laughter! For about a week now, Will has been laughing in fits if the mood strikes him just right. You have to get him while he’s developing a big grin and seems really amused. If you gently wiggle your fingers just above his clavicle, he’ll go into a fit of chuckles that are so dang cute they could stop the Taliban in their tracks. -And wouldn’t that be wonderful?