Michaelisms

The last week and a half have been filled with snatches of alertness. Michael spends a bit more time awake (mind you it's not much time). I love seeing his great big adoring eyes looking up at me while he eats. And we chat every morning after breakfast. That's when he's most smiley. It's fast becoming one of my most favorite times of the day. 

My ultimate favorite time is late at night right before bed. We turn off the overhead light in our room and with only the light of our bedside lamps we watch Michael get sleepy. In between sleepy and extremely tired (which can also equal very mad) we give him a million loves and snuggles. I love sharing bedtime with my boys. 

Macho man is Michael's theme song only we've changed the word macho to fatso. I know you're humming that tune now... He's gaining weight and inches like crazy! He weighs 9 lbs 6 oz now. 

Michael always crosses his ankles when he eats. And most days he likes to clutch my finger during meal times. My brother said babies are like hobbits; breakfast, second breakfast, lunch, afternoon snack... It's so true. But if mealtime includes adoring eyes and little fingers I'll take it over almost anything else.

When he cries, Fatso Man sounds just like a bobcat. And if he's not quite mad enough to cry he grunts. Between the kid communicating and husband imatating there is a lot of grunting at our house.