If I could just keep him naked all day long, he'd be ecstatic.
We're in serious trouble once he's old enough to remove his own diaper. I can totally see him being that two year-old who greets visitors wearing nothing but a smile.
The ONLY time he consistently puts up with just being put down is when naked, or at least bare-butt. Of course, while he's perfectly happy, he's also likely either peeing all over the place or preparing to pee all over the place.
But he's not crying, and pee is fairly easy to clean up.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Thursday, June 05, 2008
He's Gonna be a Swimmer
Seriously, this kid LOVES the water... more so if the jets are on. We were in the tub for at least 30 minutes and he didn't so much as whimper until the very end, and he was sleepy and probably well beyond his attention span at that point. Yes, worrywarts, he was plenty warm... that's the nice thing about being in a grown-up sized tub: most of him can be underwater. This is the first full smile we've managed to catch on camera. I just put it in black-and-white for shits and giggles.
And no, it wasn't a bubble bath, just a regular bath. The water just got really bubbly for some reason.
Hah! Baby!
Well, he's four weeks old, and if poopy diapers are any indication of happiness, he's quite content.
He's also started smiling... pretty much only right after waking up from a long nap or first thing in the morning, but a smile is a smile. And don't give me any of that "it's just gas" crap. These are smiles. Full, open-mouthed, crinkly-eyed smiles. It melts the heart. We tried to catch a few on film (is the term "on film" really applicable to a digital camera?), but it's hard. We caught him almost-smiling a bunch of times. They come and go pretty quickly. I've included a few below for your baby-viewing pleasure. Please also witness (and be totally awed by) the quilt he's laying on. It was made for Isaac by Mary S., a long-time friend of my parents and someone I consider to be pretty darn close to family. The quilt is cool. Beyond cool, even. It rocks. Beyond rocks, even.
Side note: Ignore the funny-looking mother. Her presence, while not aesthetically pleasing, was necessary to coerce a smile out of the little guy.
He's also started smiling... pretty much only right after waking up from a long nap or first thing in the morning, but a smile is a smile. And don't give me any of that "it's just gas" crap. These are smiles. Full, open-mouthed, crinkly-eyed smiles. It melts the heart. We tried to catch a few on film (is the term "on film" really applicable to a digital camera?), but it's hard. We caught him almost-smiling a bunch of times. They come and go pretty quickly. I've included a few below for your baby-viewing pleasure. Please also witness (and be totally awed by) the quilt he's laying on. It was made for Isaac by Mary S., a long-time friend of my parents and someone I consider to be pretty darn close to family. The quilt is cool. Beyond cool, even. It rocks. Beyond rocks, even.
Side note: Ignore the funny-looking mother. Her presence, while not aesthetically pleasing, was necessary to coerce a smile out of the little guy.
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