Just goofin' around

I think we may have a future class clown on our hands.

Mothering gone too far

Frank was giving Leo a bottle last night and I said, "Wait. Let me get a bib!" I went to get the bib and when I returned I un-velcroed it, opened it and up and started to put it on Frank! "What are you doing?" Frank asked. "Oh my gosh, I tried to put a bib on you!" I said.

What can I say? I like to take care of my boys!

But if I try to put a diaper on my husband, somebody help me.

Caught with his pants down!

Leo decided he'd prefer to hang out with mommy instead of napping so I put him in the papasan chair in my office while I worked. I kept him swaddled in case he felt inclined to snooze.

But when I looked over at him a few minutes later, the bottom half of his swaddle had come loose. He looked like he felt exposed:

Bear Necessities

Every baby needs a teddy bear. And that's what Leo has now that Uncle Mark brought him one. He loves it.




In fact, he loves it so much that he wanted to get the bear's fur as wet as his onesie.

The Great Escape

I started to think maybe Leo was getting too old for swaddling (or "the burrito" as Thea calls it). I didn't actually get any clues from Leo that he was done with it; it was more that I was tired of doing it. I read online and heard from other moms that a good way to transition out of the swaddle is to leave one arm out.

We tried that. Here's what happened after about 30 seconds:

Oh, well. I guess it's back to the burrito.

Taking Over

In our house the beholder of the remote is the king of the castle. We're now at his mercy.

Bigger and Braver

Leo has more than doubled in size since this day:

He started at 7 pounds, 1 ounce and at his 3-month visit he was 14 pounds, 10 ounces!

Oh, Leo would like me to note that he was weighed with his onesie, bib and socks on. Please adjust accordingly.