Father's Day

Today was Dan's first Father's Day and it was a very nice, lowkey day. My parents & Alyson came over for a mini-BBQ and to hang out with Alexander.

We even had some ice cream cake which Alexander really had his eye on.

Happy Father's Day to all the Dad's out there!

We also had a giggle fest where he wouldn't stop smiling & laughing. It was the most precious moment. The kind where you want to freeze time.

I dare you to find me a cuter baby - look at his smile and find me a cuter baby! :)

Week Twelve: At a Glance

A look back at Week Twelve (June 11th through June 17th, 2007) along with some pictures of the week

• Got a mysterious mark on his left foot that disappeared. I'm thinking it was a bruise from one of his kicking-sessions.




• Went to visit Dr. M on Monday and learned that he gained almost a full pound in 2 weeks (He weighs 10 lbs 3 oz)




• Worked on our trial run the whole week that Dr. M suggested to figure out his feeding habits & schedule - still a bit overwhelming as there are some patterns but nothing concrete. Guess we'll have to see what Dr. M says.




• Put him down for a nap and let him "cry it out" for the first time and continued it throughout the week, which was good because he took more naps.




• Still continues to sleep in his crib and will now go back in if he wakes up for a feeding.




• Slept through the night on Tuesday (June 12th) from 7:30 pm to 5am




• Daddy's First Father's Day where we had a lowkey, yet relaxing BBQ with Grampie, Grammie & Alyson.




• Grammie picked up his birth certificate which looks nothing like what they used to (less formal)




• Alyson came to visit three times this week & we went to the Candy Mansion which is a Mansion but really not filled to the brim with candy. Alyson was severely disappointed.




• Went for a walk with Daddy and even tackled the BIG hill and made it up to the Center. Way to go Daddy!!!




• Alyson babysat Alexander while Mommy got a haircut




• We got our first pair of galooshes (so cute!)

Bittersweet...

Twelve weeks already... time is not standing still as I hoped it would. Twelve Weeks is a bittersweet time frame for me.

*At Twelve Weeks, my little boy is no longer considered a newborn but an infant or baby.

*At Twelve Weeks, my little guy is going to start doing all sorts of new & wonderful things.

*At Twelve Weeks, my little baby-cake will continue to be the most amazing creature.

*At the end of twelve weeks, my child will have to go to daycare.

The thought alone gives me hives. I know I have to suck it up and deal with this, but I really don't want to. I know he's going but I don't have to like it. I know we both need to work, but I don't have to like this either. The thought of someone else watching my child and experiencing more 'firsts' with him breaks my heart. I actually got mad today when I thought that some woman named Linda would be changing his diaper. Linda is probably a very nice woman, but she's going to be hogging my time and I don't have to like it. Again, I have to deal with it, but I don't have to like it. And I have a feeling I won't like it one bit.