Friday, October 28, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Six Months!
Asher,
Today is your six month birthday! Time has flown by. Please, please, please stop growing up. The older you get, the less plausible my baby weight excuse grows. Plus, I miss your sweet newborn ear lobe fuzz.
Here's what we know about you so far...
Eyes: blue. Hair: bald. Eyebrows: none. Teeth: two bottom ones. Diaper size: size 3. You take 3 naps a day, each nap lasts 1 to 2 hours long. I'm glad you sleep so much but it sure makes running errands hard. You go to bed around 6:30, wake up around 6:30. You sit up, you roll over, you shift and scooch around on your belly. I definitely can't leave you unattended on the bed anymore.
You're no longer nursing (as of a few days ago). I'm sad about that. But now that you're on formula, you're FINALLY sleeping through the night. So not too sad. You hold your own bottle. You've tried rice cereal, bananas and butternut squash with corn. The other day, your dad fed you three peas at dinnertime. The following morning, I found three peas in your diaper.
You have a dimple on your left cheek. Your umbilical hernia healed and your belly button looks normal! You have your dad's feet and his coloring too. When I pick you up, you feel so heavy and solid.
This is what your tired face looks like...
You no longer like your pacifier, which is a little annoying but at least we don't have to worry about weaning you from it. To put you to sleep, I lay you down, put on your white noise machine, you cry for a few minutes and then fall asleep. You like the sounds of the ocean.
You drool all the time. Can you see the two little crooked teeth in the photo below? You have never been sick. I'm so grateful for this.
You've reached the stage where you need more entertainment than you did previously. Usually a toy or two (to chew on) will suffice but sometimes you'd rather sit near your two brothers and laugh at their antics.
Asher, you are so sweet and I love you dearly.
Your Mama
P.S. Your Aunt Cassie gave you that awesome old school BYU shirt. She also gave you your newest cousin, Everett. I'm glad you have a buddy close in age.
Today is your six month birthday! Time has flown by. Please, please, please stop growing up. The older you get, the less plausible my baby weight excuse grows. Plus, I miss your sweet newborn ear lobe fuzz.
Here's what we know about you so far...
Eyes: blue. Hair: bald. Eyebrows: none. Teeth: two bottom ones. Diaper size: size 3. You take 3 naps a day, each nap lasts 1 to 2 hours long. I'm glad you sleep so much but it sure makes running errands hard. You go to bed around 6:30, wake up around 6:30. You sit up, you roll over, you shift and scooch around on your belly. I definitely can't leave you unattended on the bed anymore.
You're no longer nursing (as of a few days ago). I'm sad about that. But now that you're on formula, you're FINALLY sleeping through the night. So not too sad. You hold your own bottle. You've tried rice cereal, bananas and butternut squash with corn. The other day, your dad fed you three peas at dinnertime. The following morning, I found three peas in your diaper.
You have a dimple on your left cheek. Your umbilical hernia healed and your belly button looks normal! You have your dad's feet and his coloring too. When I pick you up, you feel so heavy and solid.
This is what your tired face looks like...
You no longer like your pacifier, which is a little annoying but at least we don't have to worry about weaning you from it. To put you to sleep, I lay you down, put on your white noise machine, you cry for a few minutes and then fall asleep. You like the sounds of the ocean.
You drool all the time. Can you see the two little crooked teeth in the photo below? You have never been sick. I'm so grateful for this.
You've reached the stage where you need more entertainment than you did previously. Usually a toy or two (to chew on) will suffice but sometimes you'd rather sit near your two brothers and laugh at their antics.
Asher, you are so sweet and I love you dearly.
Your Mama
P.S. Your Aunt Cassie gave you that awesome old school BYU shirt. She also gave you your newest cousin, Everett. I'm glad you have a buddy close in age.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Nervous Habit
Booker has several nervous habits, but just one drives me absolutely insane. He chews on his shirt collar. Not only does it look and smell awful, it's also creating holes in his shirts. Which is totally unacceptable because two more kids have to wear those shirts!
I've been looking for some sort of solution. For awhile I was putting his shirt on time out if I caught him chewing on it, but eventually he would get cold and go grab another shirt. Then I came up with this brilliant solution...
Asher's bib. Which is great because not only does it prevent him from chewing on his collar, it's also embarrassing for him. Now I don't know what to do with him while he's at school. I'm ready to start duct-taping his shirts up each morning before he leaves. Suggestions?
I've been looking for some sort of solution. For awhile I was putting his shirt on time out if I caught him chewing on it, but eventually he would get cold and go grab another shirt. Then I came up with this brilliant solution...
Asher's bib. Which is great because not only does it prevent him from chewing on his collar, it's also embarrassing for him. Now I don't know what to do with him while he's at school. I'm ready to start duct-taping his shirts up each morning before he leaves. Suggestions?
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Haircut Before & After
Ike's fro needed some taming. I wasn't ready to cut off all his curls, so this was just a trim. I always thought Ike got his curls from the Proffitt side but as I look at these pictures, his hair reminds me an awful lot of his Uncle Chris. Booker was looking pretty shaggy himself. He liked his cut so much, he dubbed it the "shark fin" and promised that he wouldn't give us grief when we try to style his hair on Sundays. Asher obviously didn't get a haircut. Big ole' baldy head.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Dinner time in a house full of boys
Dinner time often involves a burp-to-make-Asher-laugh competition. It's delightful.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
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