Buried Treasures II

We found these on V's camera and realized that we never shared them. Here are some photos of Justin's visit to the doctor @ 6 weeks old.

"You've gotta be kidding me... you're not really
my doctor, are you? Where's the manager?"

"Don't even think about it."

I've got a left hook for you if you get any closer..."

"I'm warning you!!!!"

**BAMMM**

"Um... can a brother have his diaper back?

 

Buried Treasures I

I was digging through our digital crates and storage yesterday and came across some pre-Justin photos and footage that I just had to add to our scrapbook [Okay... eventually I really will start to focus on my work again... I promise... but for now... ]

Just two days before Justin was born, V surprised me with a trip to the batting cages. It was great. We were absolutely certain that Justin would follow the family tradition of punctuality and be born exactly on his due date (hey, he was only off by 2 hours, 4 minutes) so this would've been our last chance to wobble out and have some fun.

As big of a baseball fan as I am, you'd think I'd at least know how to hold a baseball bat, but truth be told, I'm not even sure if I've ever played the game before in my life. I have a vague memory of playing once when I was about 9 or 10, but details are sketchy. Anyhow, it was an awesome surprise, and I was just shocked that I made contact even once. We also played a round of miniature golf and had dinner @ Freemason Abbey's (less than stellar food, but nice atmosphere). Everything was cool until V tried to get in the batting cage. I had to knock her upside the head and remind her that she was 8.975 months pregnant. It was bad enough that she was out in 97 degree weather trying to hit a golf ball that she could barely see over her stomach.

Anywayz, be sure to check out the video. Enjoy.

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With only 10 days separating V's last day of work from Justin's due date, I'm proud to say that she made it to the very end of the school year! How's that for dedication? She is awesome!!!

Transitions

3 quick notes...

Yesterday was Millie's official first day as our babysitter. V starts work this coming week, so it was basically a trial run for Monday. She was out of the house but essentially still available in case something came up. And at the end of the day, mom was happy, Millie survived (or should I say Millie was happy and mom survived?) and Justin barely knew the difference.



Also, as of just 2 or 3 days ago, Justin learned the power of his middle three fingers as a pacifier. He does it just as emphatically (and loud) as he does everything else, which makes it funny to watch. The nice thing is that he's self-soothing, which makes for longer naps (he can put himself back to sleep), quieter wake time, and less pre-nap whining since "sucking to sleep" is replacing "crying to sleep" at least once or twice a day.




And last but not least, overall it seems like his temperament is changing. When it's time to eat, there has never been any calming, soothing or quieting him aside from inserting the breast or bottle into his mouth. Instead at every mealtime, almost without fail, he would scream like he was shot in the leg until we got around to feeding him. However, slowly but surely, he seems to be realizing that we will not starve him... allowing us to calm him down and actually play with him a bit while the opposite parent prepares the meal.

It doesn't seem like much, but any parent with a fussy baby will tell you that eliminating just those 12 minutes of baby hysteria each day goes a long way to restoring your sanity. And it's also hard not to interpret it as a sign of maturity on Justin's behalf. In my opinion, we've done everything we can to milk every stage for all that it's worth so that we have fewer regrets once it's gone... but even with that it's impossible not to look forward in anticipation when we see just how much he changes from one day to the next.

As it stands, two months feels like a lifetime of events (in a good way), and we've got a long way to go.