It's lonely

Well...we've started the transition from co-sleeping to crib, and, I gotta say, it's lonely in the bed without the little dude. We figured the eventual progression from our bed to a crib was going to come at some point, just not so soon. It's been only one night, and, I already miss him jamming his hands into my mouth to feel my teeth, rolling back and forth between Amy & I, slurping while trying to suck on the wall, and, the sweet little giggling and laughing that lasts from 1am - 3am or sometimes 4am.

We'll be able to measure our success as parents in the future when it comes to his ability to cuddle after he crawls into bed with us.

So far, we've done pretty doggone good!

Peas Please

He seems to like them as both food, and, foundation/cover-up.

Hopefully he never gets wise to the fact that nobody likes to EAT peas.

Time to add Wyatt to Dental Coverage in 2012!

First tooth spotted 2/7/2011!!!

Baby and tooth are resting comfortably. What a big boy!

Fake chicken of course...

The paw

*Quick note about the previous post...the car seat is indeed facing rear. I am sitting next to him in the back seat, so it looks like he's facing forward. Rest assured it was installed by the firepeople in Greensboro. 

The paw.

I love it.

What is it? It's the little hand that tightly grasps my collar when I pick Wyatt up, say hello with a kiss, and, I'm wearing a shirt from work. It's the little hand that sits flat on my shoulder when we're walking around the house together, and he's slung on my hip. It's the little hand that grabs my ribs when we're walking around in the ergo together, and he's conked out. It's the little sloppy, often cold and wet, miniature set of fingers that reaches out for my nose when I stick my face in the car seat to make him giggle.

That's the paw.

And, I love it.

You know you're growing up when...

You get a new fancy big car seat

Long Hugo

Back in the days before Wyatt was born, we inherited boxes upon boxes of adorable outfits that looked more like doll clothes than human clothes.  As I folded all of his little outfits (something I haven't done since), I couldn't believe how tiny they were!  It was then that I started paying attention to fashion design for the very wee.  So many of the onesies had pretty bizarre sayings on them, as if the person that designed them came from a land far far away.  A place with little exposure to our language and culture.  For example, one pj set was adorned with cars and trucks and the exclamation "Traffic!".  Really?  We're celebrating traffic?  (they've obviously never driven in Denver at rush hour).  Another onesie had a giraffe on an island with the word "Jungle!" on it.  Are there really giraffes in the jungle?  And whats up with the giraffes anyway?  They're on like 90% of our baby clothes and toys.
So I hardly paused when Gregg was dressing Wyatt one day chuckling over the latest outfit.  Gregg read it aloud, "I love Long Hugo".  tee hee.  Long Hugo?  Wait, what?  Who's Long Hugo?  I took a closer look, saw yet another giraffe, and in my sleep deprived state it took me longer than it should have to figure out the mystery...