My BFF was born yesterday. Her name is Ashlynn and she is very tiny. Mama took me to go visit her in the hospital. I slept through most of it, and when I woke up I cried because Mama kept calling Ashlynn my “girlfriend.” Yuck.
46 days, 8 hours, 19 minutes old
Six weeks old. I think I’m starting to get the hang of this.
42 days, 21 hours, 5 minutes old
Round, round, get around, I get around.
Okay, so it’s widely known that I can be fussy sometimes. That’s just because I’m often stuck in the house when I want to be outside moving around. That always calms me down.
Every once in a while we take trips in the car.
Sometimes we walk in the stroller.
Daddy & Mommy have both carried me around in the Moby wrap.
As well as the Baby Bjorn.
Finally, there’s always my running shoes.
39 days, 22 hours, 47 minutes old
As busy as we’ve been the past five weeks we’ve only managed to snag two photos of all three of us.
36 days, 7 hours, 46 minutes old
Early this morning I turned one month old. What a month it has been.
We’ve had plenty of exciting firsts.
We’ve seen a few fits.
We’ve had lots of cool visitors.
We’ve had some worries.
We’ve had some rough nights.
We’ve had plenty of fun.
It’s been one hell of a ride…
and I’m loving every minute of it.
31 days, 19 hours, 41 minutes old
With more visitors today, I was able to continue my fake out streak. That is, my streak of perfect, cute behavior when people come over to visit, followed closely by fussy behavior when they leave. That way the visitors don’t believe Mom & Dad when they say I can be fussy sometimes.
Cara & John stopped by in the morning. I got to feel Baby G. (i.e. my future girlfriend) kick.
In the afternoon, Grandma & Grandpa Raguet, Aunt Michelle, Uncle Mark, and Cousin Logan came to visit. This was the first time I got to meet Mark & Logan!
Logan was on his best behavior while I slept.
Sure, I got a little fussy when they left, but Dad & I (and later Mom) went for a walk. Mom dressed Dad up in a baby wrap that looked like a Jedi outfit so he could carry me. He didn’t have room for a light saber, though.
24 days, 18 hours, 32 minutes old
22 days, 18 hours, 45 minutes old
In case you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of into monkeys.
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