Baby picspam of cheerfulness
(I need a baby icon. Those of the icon-making persuasion could interpret this as an invitation.)
Okay, the last couple of days were rough, but today is better so far, and I feel like posting pictures to remind me and everyone else why this is all so very worth the exhaustion and insanity.
First a couple older ones (from a few weeks back) that I just thought were too amusing not to share:
Baby demonstrates his mastery of Advanced Plotty Fingers. Behold his best calculating gaze. Be afraid.
Using the fat cat as a Boppy works remarkably well in that the actual Boppy does not purr and breathe in his ear, thus distracting him from crying while I get things set up for nursing. Please note the skinny little old man knees which are now a thing of the past.
He has a real, non-purring Boppy, too. Also, footy jams! With ducks on!
I don't know why she watches him like a gargoyle, but she does it a lot. She also gets into his crib while I'm nursing him and I have to throw things at her until she gets out.
Smug baby is smug. Now with pudgy cheeks!
Action shot!
If you look directly into his eyes for too long, you black out from CUTE.
It's hard to see how much he's grown when you see him all day every day, but it's undeniable when you have evidence: that's one of the onesies he wore when we first brought him home from the hospital six weeks ago. Good to know he's gained weight in more places than just his cheeks.
He's not really interested in toys, yet, but he seems to like "playing" on the bed with me, which mostly involves making faces at each other and me making a complete nimrod of myself with the baby talk.
This is what makes all the sleeplessness and discomfort worth it. Of course I can't seem to catch one of his big wide-open smiles on camera, but these little ones are good, too.
Okay, the last couple of days were rough, but today is better so far, and I feel like posting pictures to remind me and everyone else why this is all so very worth the exhaustion and insanity.
First a couple older ones (from a few weeks back) that I just thought were too amusing not to share:
Baby demonstrates his mastery of Advanced Plotty Fingers. Behold his best calculating gaze. Be afraid.
Using the fat cat as a Boppy works remarkably well in that the actual Boppy does not purr and breathe in his ear, thus distracting him from crying while I get things set up for nursing. Please note the skinny little old man knees which are now a thing of the past.
He has a real, non-purring Boppy, too. Also, footy jams! With ducks on!
I don't know why she watches him like a gargoyle, but she does it a lot. She also gets into his crib while I'm nursing him and I have to throw things at her until she gets out.
Smug baby is smug. Now with pudgy cheeks!
Action shot!
If you look directly into his eyes for too long, you black out from CUTE.
It's hard to see how much he's grown when you see him all day every day, but it's undeniable when you have evidence: that's one of the onesies he wore when we first brought him home from the hospital six weeks ago. Good to know he's gained weight in more places than just his cheeks.
He's not really interested in toys, yet, but he seems to like "playing" on the bed with me, which mostly involves making faces at each other and me making a complete nimrod of myself with the baby talk.
This is what makes all the sleeplessness and discomfort worth it. Of course I can't seem to catch one of his big wide-open smiles on camera, but these little ones are good, too.