The other day Grant found a dandelion. As he proceeded to blow the seeds away, I told him to make a wish.
"Okay," he said. Without even hesitating, he closed his eyes and blew with all of his four year old might and said, "I wish Daddy could stay home with me everyday."
"Me too, buddy. Me too."
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I think Drew is enjoying this baby human thing. As long as he's fed and well rested, he's all smiles and laughs. He continues to amaze us with his... healthiness. At his last check up he weighed in at 19 lbs. 1 oz. 95% on the growth chart. He has more rolls than I care to count. He has cellulite on his shins. And, he has some 12 month onesies that he has nearly outgrown. Healthy baby, indeed.
His pediatrician actually told me to give him water or dilute some formula if he wakes up during the night. Excuse me? Did you just say give my baby water? Reason being that he is big enough, and he doesn't need to be snacking during the night.
Luckily, he continues to sleep through the night most of the time.
He is nearly sitting up and can wiggle around a bit when on his belly. He has copped with our move better than any of us. Of course, all he has to do is sit in his bouncy chair and take a few naps hear and there as we are slaving a way getting the house in order.
Grant has done wonderfully as well. Although, I keep waiting for him to say he wants "to go home."
But, we already are.