(The Hubs and I make pretty cute babies, I know. Weird genetic fluke.)
I love this picture. He's so adorable and pink and delicious in that picture, but that is not my favorite thing about it.
My favorite thing about this picture is that it's a PICTURE and that he is MUTE.
(BLESSED BLESSED SILENCE.)
Remember how after he was born he would scream and scream and scream and scream?
APPARENTLY THAT WAS NOT A PHASE.
Here is what I get to listen to ALL. DAY. LONG:
He makes this noise CONSTANTLY.
He is not hungry.
He is not tired.
He is not wet.
There are no tears in his eyes.
He is just EXTREMELY FOND of hearing his own voice.
OH, bonus! Here's one with growling:
(And for the record, after quite a bit of growling and fussing and acting like he was starving to death he would not eat ONE BIT OF HIS FOOD, but instead decided that the thought of eating was DISGUSTING TO HIM, IT WAS DISGUSTING, HOW DARE YOU ATTEMPT TO FEED FERNANDO GREEN BEANS?!! I DEMAND APPLESAUCE! Squawk squawk peevish squawk!)
I'm starting to think he is... ...a little bit spoiled.
I blame this ENTIRELY on the children, because I can't put him down for even a second without one of the kids swooping in to rescue him from his hellish life of Playing On A Blanket With A Toy.
What I say: "Don't pick him up. He's changed, fed and happy - let him play."
What Megan hears: "The baby will die of a broken heart unless I pick him up in 3.5 seconds."
What I say: "GUYS. FOR THE LOVE. Leave him be. He's content. He needs to practice sitting. DO NOT PICK HIM UP."
What Emma hears: "Pick up your brother and play rocketship with him. HURRY before he is completely traumatized by all of the sitting."
What I say: "I want to get the noises the baby is making on tape, EVERYONE LEAVE HIM ALONE for a second so I can get him in his natural state."
What Jake hears: "Surely five seconds is far too long for a baby to be left to his own devices. I MUST PROVIDE HIM WITH ENTERTAINMENT IMMEDIATELY."
And what is the result? A baby who is COMPLETELY INCAPABLE of entertaining himself for even ten second increments.
The baby is kind of a little con artist already, which makes me wonder what exactly we are in for in over the next few years.
"What, you want me to play by myself down here? Seriously?"
"What if I make the sad face? Will someone pick me up if I make the sad face? No?"
"Oh, FINE, I ADMIT IT, I'm HAPPY."
(heaven help us)
PS: (Don't even get me started on his nightly 3AM social hour. After he's eaten and back in his crib, he likes to stay up for a good 45 minutes, yelling joyfully and squealing. "HELLOOO? MOTHER?? I'M JUST CHECKING IN TO SEE IF YOU ARE HAVING A GOOD EVENING? HELLOOO? FATHER? FATHER? PERHAPS IT IS TIME FOR SOME BABY NINJA WRESTLING? YES? NO? HELLOOO?")
PPS: Did I mention that this Friday's giveaway, among other things, will include tickets to A CERTAIN EVENT that some of you might want to attend, with the intials C. B. and C.? Did I mention that? BECAUSE IT WILL. Wheeee!
PPPS: My friend Kristina is doing something pretty awesome this month. Go check it out.