Narcissist

Dear Husband, Part 32

Oliver has become increasingly difficult to put down at night. Last night I noticed that he kept flailing his arms about, which eventually led him to become fussy, so I got up and swaddled him. This must have been what he needed because he slept six hours, and then after eating, another four.

This morning when we woke up, Wes asked when I'd finally gotten to sleep. I told him, and he asked, "How'd you finally do it?"

"I had to take his arms away," I said.

Straight-faced, he asked, "Duct tape?"

Cheese!

Are you my mother?

Story Hour

Oliver and I have started reading together after he's done nursing and still interested in sitting still. While my mom was here, we read her Click Clack Moo: Cows that Type, The Best Pet of All, and Amelia Bedelia. Oliver's favorites are Harry the Dirty Dog and The Monster at the End of this Book.

Two months

Ollie had his 8-week appointment at the pediatrician's office yesterday. Our new (but same office) highly animated pediatrician informed us that he is 13 lbs. (up from 7 lb. 5 oz. at birth) and 24 inches (up from 21.5" at birth) and all else is well, too. He got four -- four! -- shots, two in each leg, plus the rotovirus immunization, which is oral. He bellowed and turned red when it happened but was easily consoled thereafter.

Ol' Blue Eyes