Relaxing on the grass, sucking his thumb, and snoozing on a whim. Life is good for a baby!
Thursday, October 06, 2016
Saturday, September 10, 2016
As expected, River's first month on the outside went by agonizingly slowly but also in the blink of an eye. Forrest loves his brother but is having a hard time in all other areas of his life. Being 3 and having your life change is not easy. River is now 13 pounds 5 ounces, and he can already smile, especially when his big brother plays with him.
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Forrest is three! Now it's time to train him to stop saying he's "almost three" when people ask. For the past month or two when asked what he wants for his birthday, he always says candles. Lucky for me, that's a pretty feasible request to grant even for a very pregnant woman. So, candles it was! Birthday scones, birthday mac and cheese, birthday watermelon, birthday pizza, and of course birthday cake. And an extra reason for Forrest to celebrate is that he won't have to share his birthday with his little sibling!
Saturday, June 11, 2016
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Saturday, February 27, 2016
Forrest is totally into his magnatiles these days. Most of the time he makes cubes and pyramids and shows them off, each accomplishment as exciting as the first time he made one. And sometimes he builds very tall buildings like this one! With the main purpose of knocking them down of course!
Forrest has been making some cute discoveries recently (unrelated to this photo). As people say, it is an amazing age because he notices all these things and can actually talk about them!
We were at a friend's house where there's a grey cat with white feet. Forrest was watching it and he said, mommy is the cat wearing socks? Little did he know the cat's name is Boots but no one had told him that he saw the socks all on his own.
Another major discovery has been his own shadow! He figured out it was moving when he moved and he had some fun making it do silly things.
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Forrest completely despises going to the doctor and dentist. If he even hears the word doctor in someone's conversation he starts to protest. And he predictably screamed through his first dentist appointment this month. (Conveniently that is actually not a bad way to get a look at his teeth.) Fascinatingly, he does like to play doctor and has been practicing checking Little Monkey's teeth. Which I guess must be his way of processing it all - very smart!