Jonas and the Azaleas…

Grandma Jackie, Tom, Jonas, and I went to Ellington Agricultural Center last weekend to take pictures. This was Jonas’ first time sitting on his own (well, almost) for a photo shoot…

The second picture is the one we were going for and initially the only one I was going to post on the website…but, in the end, I just had to include the others…I mean, how cute is he…with a handful of mulch on the way to his mouth and with his trying-to-figure-this-out look, staring at the ground…and look at that belly.  What a funny little guy!!!

Staying at Home…

Two weeks ago, I resigned from elementary school librarianship to enter a new phase of life as a stay-at-home mother.  As I finish out the school year, I look around in that momentary, outside-of-myself, nostalgic sort of way and know that I will soon miss all of the sweet faces that I have come to know and love at Nolensville.  At the same time, my heart rejoices and looks very much forward to not having to leave the sweet little face at home that it has been sorely missing…

Twenty-Four Weeks…

The latest Jonas developments are:  being successful most of the time at putting his pacifier in his mouth all by himself;  pulling a 9 hour night (it was stand alone, yes, but still…we know he’s got it in him); finding his thumb and sucking on it backwards; continuing to eat like a champ (I can’t wait to see how much he weighs at his 6 month check-up); making a very understandable spit out/shiver face when he takes his liquid vitamins with iron; making his first sign (with prompting) for “milk”; showing more and more strength when it comes to sitting up on his own; coming really darn close to rolling over; working on his crawling skills by getting his knees up under him during tummy time (he’s still figuring out how to not do the otter thing with his arms); reaching for Dreemer; pinching and grabbing anything and everything in sight; and enjoying his outdoor walks.

Twenty-Three Weeks…

Twenty-three weeks has brought about the institution of the Daddy-dubbed, windshield-wiper head.  It’s something that Jonas does when he’s really happy…it’s a vigorous left to right and back again swoop of the head with smiling abandon…it’s really free, really creative, and really sweet…and it makes my heart smile and rejoice over this bright and free spirit by which we are daily blessed.

Spring Break…

Spring Break was this week, and we had a blast.  

Jonas kicked off the week with the most precious welcome home presents…taking frequent breaks to smile at me when he was nursing and sleeping for eight hour stretches two nights in a row.  

His adventures this week have included:  a stroll at the Buttercup Festival in Historic Downtown Nolensville, walks in the neighborhood and at Crockett Park, a Sunday afternoon lunch on Grandma and Pops’ back porch, a visit with Aunt Jeanne at work, lunches and a walk at Radnor Lake with Cynthia and Erin (and Knox!!!), a spontaneous tour of the Grand Ole Opry Museum, an evening hang with Jen while Tom and I went to see the Cirque du Soleil with Grandma Connie, Easter egg dyeing at MeMe and Papa’s, and an Easter Egg hunt at Great Aunt Jean’s house.   

Here are a few pictures from our eventful week…

Twenty-One Weeks…

Here is the latest and the greatest from Jonas Benjamin Seyfried:  graduating from a swaddle to a sleep sack; reaching for his rattle and passing it from one hand to the other (sometimes as a default and sometimes with deliberation); blowing raspberries and sticking out his tongue; pulling the musical umbrella on his mobile arch; taking his pacifier out of his mouth, holding onto it, and trying really hard to figure out how to get it back in; presenting a bit of a squirmy challenge to whoever is dressing him by grabbing the sleeves of his onesies as they’re going on; arching his back at a gymnastic degree in his bouncy seat and on his playtime blanket on the floor; taking serious note of his surroundings (especially light and music); and continuing to greet his waking moments with plenty of gusto, sparkling eyes, wide smiles, and belly laughs.Â