Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Lincoln Life {3 months}

Lincoln is 4 months today.
I am officially behind.
But at least I haven't completely drowned yet & am still going at it!

Lincoln, your 3rd month can be summed up in 1 word: SWEET.
Goodness, you're just too cute for words & if you were candy, I'd have eaten you up long before now.
What? I'm your mom. That's not creepy.
At 3 months, you did not have a doctor visit, so I have no clue officially how big you are, but I'm guessing you've surpassed 15 pounds.
And you're still long.
You're still wearing mostly 3-6 month clothes, but the 6-9/6-12 months are fitting fairly well these days.
You're also still in size 2 diapers.
And you have a really cute booty in those little things...

You have discovered your hands.
I love to watch you sit quietly & find them.
You draw them in front of you, clasp them together, then gleefully chew on them.
Until you gag yourself.
Then you start all over.
Until I can't stand it anymore & have to squeeze your squishy self.

You give the biggest gummy smiles.
I haven't caught a big one on camera yet.
But I will.
You smile biggest for dad & I.
And you laugh best for us too.
Tucker is a close 2nd.

You also learned to roll over this month.
From your back to your belly.
You're a pretty strong little dude.
Your sister & brothers think this is by far the coolest thing ever.
Goodness they have no idea what's in store for them…

You also still love your feet.
You're getting really good trying to pull your socks off & chewing on them.

You love laying on the floor & screeching.
You fit right in.

You love playing on your play mat & getting all tangled up in the arches.
I still have no idea how you move yourself around so fast.
I'm also ignoring the fact that you seem interested in moving at all.
Just be a baby!

This is the face you make for the camera.
Makes me laugh every time…

You're still not sleeping through the night.
And you're not as consistent as you were about how often you wake up.
Sometimes it's once, sometimes 3 times…
But. We're going strong on the nap thing.

You want nothing to do with being rocked to sleep.
And you're doing really well at settling yourself.
I, however, miss the little baby sleeping in my arms.
But I actually fold laundry again, so it works out.
I guess.

You've completely stolen my heart.
I tell you everyday, I'm so glad it was you.
Happy 3 months Linco!

Friday, February 6, 2015

Truett loves being big

I've been wanting to post about my little, spunky 2 1/2 year old for a little while now, but haven't taken the time to do it!
So for now, here's a peek inside life as Mr. Truett.

His Aunt Sha & Uncle Billy gave all their great nieces (now that I type that, I'm realizing there's only one! Poor Miss P.) & nephews markers & giant coloring sheets for Christmas.
A hit all the way around, but especially for this guy.

 You see, Truett loves being big.

 If his "guys" (the big kids)- especially Tuck- are doing something, Truett is insistent on doing it, too.
Insistent I tell you.
This boy has some determination.
He knows what he wants & goes after it.
A really great quality, except when you're 2 & have to clear those bright ideas with your parents, who often say no.
*Disclaimer: When your ideas consist of candy for breakfast or using those markers on the walls or climbing the bathroom cabinet to make a giant mess play in the water or run out the front door when no one asked you to or to step on your baby brother, you will hear no, often loudly.*

 But the drawing & coloring are things he asks for all on his own.
Markers are big people stuff.
And he relishes that fact.
"Look mom! Me do mah-kuhs! Me do it."

 B-wack (black) is his favorite.
It makes nice, bold lines.
He likes bold.

 He also loves to draw on himself, followed by a loud "sw-o-wee mama!"
Then some laughing, because I don't really think he's all that sorry.

 Did I mention he's in love with his paci still?

 My little, big boy.
You are the cutest, silliest, craziest, sweetest, loudest little mischief maker, marker lover I know!

Oh. And, he also has a money obsession.
Only coins.
From the US, Spain, Mexico, Chuck E Cheese…the more the better.
His sister, who's hand is pictured above, most likely lived to regret touching his money.
Even though some of it was probably hers.
He's cute, but don't cross him.
He can be found most days carrying his money cup around, stopping every few minutes to wail over the fact he just spilled his cup. Every few minutes.
And, oh man, I couldn't love him & all his shenanigans more if I tried!