Four Weeks…

In his fourth week, Roman is: starting to stretch out his feedings a little bit (thank goodness…he’s been going strong on the every 2 hour day and night thing since birth); enjoying his first bottle of mommy’s milk; being very attentive to voices; taking a keen interest in the patterns on my shirts when he’s nursing (he was so into a black and white floral shirt that I had on one day that he went cross-eyed momentarily); and starting to smile (up until now, he’s been very serious).

(P.S. I was so excited to discover the other day that Roman loves Ray LaMontagne as much as I do. He was sleeping in his swing to “Jolene”…one of my favorite songs EVER…and every time it rolled over to the next artist/song on my iPhone he would wake up and cry until I put “Jolene” back on…that’s my boy!)

Three Weeks…

At three weeks, Roman is: confusing his days and his nights (he likes to be up and eating every hour when everybody else is ready to sleep); winning the gruntiest baby award; trying to work through some gas issues and thus much preferring to be held most of the time and close to the warmth of Mommy and Daddy; and very much enjoying car (yay!) and Bjorn rides (where he gets some of his best sleep).

One Week…

At one week, Roman is: nursing like a champ (thank you, God…it’s what we prayed for) and one ounce shy of his birthweight only three days after birth; sleeping through the night his first night in the hospital (the five hour kind…I had to wake him up to feed him); and letting out a little squeal when there’s something he really wants.

More One-Liners…

Here are a few more great one-liners from Jonas…

“Mommy, I found a cloud that looks like an ice cream cone.”

“Mommy, I wish I had a long, long, long hand with a paintbrush to reach the ceiling…then I could paint it.”

“Mommy, I like your new flower called ‘daffodil’.”

(On a side note, Jonas played a VERY important role in helping to rescue a stray dog this month…he basically had Tom and I both close to tears on the way home from the restaurant where we found her, saying things like, “I think she’s sad because she needs a friend” and “I don’t want her to eat grass”, so we turned back around and picked her up.)

Twenty Months…

At twenty months, Xander is: surprising us every day with his expanding vocabulary (see, cut, lap, hide, cup, top, dip, honey, catch, “lot” for “a lot”, “dump” for “jump”, “cose” for “close”, “seeze” for “squeeze”, “sup” for “syrup”, “muse” for “music”, “mesh” for “medicine”, “bit” for “big”, “phot” for “phone”, “bat” for “back”, “cabi” for “cabinet”, “shool” for “stool”, “tash” for “trash”, “XanXan” for “Xander”, and “JoJo” for “Jonas); outing with more and more two and three word combinations (get it, did it, do it, “pease ope” for “please open”, “moh pease lot” for “more please…a lot”, “appuh deuce” for “apple juice”, “mess keen it” for “mess clean it”); and using words to show us his silly side (saying “cheese” when you take his picture and “cool” when you put him in a shirt he likes).