Two Months

I like to celebrate the small triumphs these days.  While life with a newborn has its perks (precious snuggles), the terms "blob" and, if one breastfeeds, "parasite" could apply to a newborn just as easily as "sweet bundle of joy".  

Luckily, our blob sweet bundle of joy has started becoming more interactive and smiley.  Which makes life so much more fun.  

So, here is Isaac at two months.  We haven't caught any of his precious, toothless smiles on camera, but here are some pictures of him with his smiling brothers.  Oh, and of some quality nap time with Daddy.

V-Day

Happy Valentine's Day!  Or, as my sister likes to call it, Happy Single Awareness Day!  The acronym for the latter, I realized yesterday, is SAD.  Which is, you know, kinda sad.  

Anyway, we ended up having a packed day with some special visitors at the end.  I tried to be all creative and crafty and make fun pancakes for breakfast.  So, I snuck downstairs after Isaac's morning feeding to make the batter.  This is partly a Pinterest inspired idea and I was happy with how they turned out.  Except, Michael got a peek at them while I was making them and mistook the pink batter for pepperoni.  At which point he pulled a Paul Revere and ran through the house yelling, "There's pepperoni in the pancakes!  There's pepperoni in the pancakes!"  Nothing tops pepperoni in the boys' opinion, so when they got to the table with chocolate chunk pancakes with pink hearts on them, it was a bit of a let down.

Next it was off to the church for a morning of cleaning.  Nothing says romance like church building maintenance, eh?  Actually it was all good.  The boys did a pretty good job and worked for about 1 1/2 hours or so.  Isaac lasted in his carrier for an hour while vacuumed and then he was done.  He communicated this by screaming and soaking through his diaper and clothing.  That boy definitely doesn't beat around the bush.

Later in the afternoon Nana and Uncle Doug and lebnah and hummus arrived.  I almost spoiled my dinner with the lebnah, it is just that good.  But I showed some self control because our dinner was my attempt to recreate a burger that Jason and I had several times on our honeymoon in Canada.

Still need to tweak it a bit (or maybe just go back to Canada), but Jason seemed happy to chow down.

And the highlight of the day for the boy - Valentine's Day dessert!  Cranberry ginger ale floats with twizzler straws.  Nothing says love like SUGAR!!!!

Tiny Dictator

Have you ever had someone in your life who is incredibly demanding, has no respect for your personal space or time, and thinks he/she is the center of the known universe?  Oh and is only 21 inches long?  If yes, congratulations, you either have/have had an infant or a puppy.

So my Mom told me that this blog has been pretty boring lately.  She is right.  But really, I am not sure that me complaining about lack of sleep would be all that more interesting.  And since lack of sleep also affects brain function, I might not even be able to complain about it coherently.  Not to mention that the culprit behind all of this is the tiny person that most people coo over, most people would rather talk about how cute and cuddly he is than how he is ruining my ability to even approximate being a normal person.

So, yes, he is cute and cuddly.  And a super sleeper during the day.  Not many social smiles so far, but lots of smiles and even laughing as he drifts off to sleep.  He does seem to feel rather entitled to having his every need attended to immediately and is extremely impatient if we take care of the wrong one.  Which is all normal newborn stuff and also why I call him the tiny dictator.