I am sure Xave knows who Dada is. When I am with him if hears a noise somewhere else in the house he asks "DA?" In his room the other night while I was trying to put him to bed he kept trying to peek around the door, because he could hear Brent in the kitchen. Though I agree the excited kicks make me giggle.

Kicks

Xavey is a Momma's boy for sure, I think sometimes I'm just that nice guy that brings him to Mommy. Though lately I think things are slightly changing. Lately when I pick him up, he grins his big toothy grin and when I'm pulling him up, he kicks his legs, sort of like I'm so excited I can't keep it all in and its escaping out my toes! It makes me feel pretty special :)

Big grins and big teeth.

Xave,

This morning in bed you were so sweet. While you were nursing you kept rubbing my arm. When you finished you popped off and sighed a big contented sigh as you plopped backwards on the comforter. You looked so cute and L-O-N-G in your green footie jammies. You looked up at me and grinned. Your teeth look huge in you little mouth. 2 on the bottom half way through with one on the top left peeking out. There are 3 more on top that can be seen under the gums but are not there yet. I love your smile. You are so easy to flash the megawatt grin, I hope that you never loose that ability.

This morning Xavier also discovered he could open his diaper.....luckily we averted disaster, but it was close.

September 10, 2009

I decided to start this second blog as a journal to keep up with Xavier. Most of it will be the boring details and worries only a Mama would care about. I do think it will be fun to look back on in a few years.

Last night was a bad night. He would not sleep. I think his teeth were hurting, but when you are trying to cut 4 teeth at once it can't be fun! I finally let him get up and he sucked on ice cubes in the mesh feeder for a while. He looked so content leaning back against Brent's chest, chewing on the green mesh. Finally he went to bed and did not wake up again until 5:30.

I really thought I would miss his gummy smile, and maybe I do a little but I find it surprising that his toothy grin is so much cuter to me. He is growing so fast. I bought clothes for him and they hardly fit, well at least not with a cloth diaper on.

I am also feeling a little guilty for cutting back on pumping. He only got barely 3 ounces of breast milk today at daycare, the rest cows milk. I have no idea how much he should be drinking at this point and he is still not great at the sippy cup.