28 October, 2011

Pictures

Getting fitted for his helmet.

Not a happy camper.

Look at the back of his head; that is why he needed a helmet.

He loves him some food.

SITTING UP!

Football time with Daddy.

First time in the big boy buggy seat.

Reminds me of baby pictures of my big brother Steven.

Meh.

Plum tuckered.

Sup?

Nap time.

Holding his own bottle!

13 October, 2011

There IS an Arizona!!!

I'm a horrible blogger, but I find that to be the only way I can be a half decent mother and wife. 

I'm sure you're all (but you all I of course mean my mother, because I'm fairly confident she's the only one who reads this) tired of my excuses and apologies for not updating as often as you'd like, and I make no promises to change.  I will, however, try my best to do better.

Now that we're past that, I do know that those of you (mom) who do read this really only care about hearing about and seeing my amazingly beautiful child so I won't bother talking about  my boring self.

Welton is almost 11 months old, and he just passed his 7 months corrected milestone.  He is shooting par for physical and developmental goals, doing everything he should by 7 months.  He won't roll from his back to his tummy though, because he hates being on his tummy.  This poses a problem when it comes to crawling, but we are told that it's not a huge concern right now.  He is sitting like a champ, and goes most of the day without toppling over.  When he does though, it's super sad because with the helmet on, it hurts his little head.  Oh, yeah, he got a helmet about 2 months ago and will probably be wearing it for another month or 2.  I have no idea how much he weighs, but when we go in for his 1 year check up, I will be sure to share all his stats. 

He still sleeps through the night (he started that 2 weeks after we got home from the hospital), but he has started waking up randomly and playing for a few minutes and then goes back to sleep.  He takes 2 or 3 naps a day and is eating like a champ (evident by his large stature).  His favorites are apples with cinnamon and green beans.  There are no teeth to speak of, but he gnaws on everything he can get a hold of, so I'm sure they will be coming soon.  He has the funniest laugh.  It's not a giggle, but sounds more like a screech owl.  And it's hilarious.  He is a chatterbox, and makes at least one new sound every day.  Under his helmet he has a thick mop of shiny black hair and it's growing like a weed.  He smiles pretty much all day, and makes my heart happy.  Everyone who meets him comments on his good nature and adorable dimples.

We are loving being back in Arizona, and I swear I will write more later.  I'm tired.  Pictures will be uploaded once I get them on my computer.