So, our little man is 6 weeks old today and getting big and manly. Let us all celebrate by seeing what he is up to. Since the hospital, he has pooped, spit up, pooped, not pooped, ate, ate, ate, ate, pooped a lot, graduated from size N diapers to size 1, pooped more, ate a lot more, grew out of several of his clothes, and mastered pooping until it comes out of the diaper.
He has accomplished several new things as well. He can hold his head up by himself for quite a while. Now he just needs to master not headbutting the nearest surface gravity wants to introduce him to when he can't hold it anymore. He can also stand for about ten seconds. I would be impressed if I didn't have to hold his noggin up while he did it. He is going to be running around here with head flopping every-which-way in no time.
He has started laughing and smiling. Not just randomly either. He recognizes your smile and responds. He better get used to laughing. I think he is off to a good start. One of our favorite things to do is listen to him sleep. He will lay there silently in the dark. Suddenly, he will let out the biggest giggle and then back to silence. One can only speculate what he is dreaming about, and I do. Most of the time it goes something like this:
Hugh: (Coo that sounds like) Oooohhhhh.
Me: He is dreaming about boobs, again. Boobs everywhere.
Hugh: Tee hee
Me: Yep, I know that dream (for different reasons).
Hugh: Ah hahahahahahahaha!
Me: He managed to get to them finally.
Hugh: (smiling and playfully kicking his feet) Ah!
Me: Yep.
Hugh: Uh?
Me: Uh oh.
Hugh: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!
Me: The boobies are leaving now.
Hugh: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Me: They are gone.
(Insert pacifier)
Hugh: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Me: Yep, same dream I have. It is amazing how much we are alike.
Hugh is developing a personality (which is more than I can say for a lot of people *wink*). He loves to look out the window. Outside is an amazing thing if you are not in it. He likes to drive fast. It is almost like the movie Speed. If we go under 45 mph for too long, he will start to cry. Go over 45 and he is good again. He also likes music a lot. His favorite band seems to be Imagine Dragons. Calms him right down, but only if you crank it up. Not too loud of course, he is still a little guy with sensitive ears. He gets the last two from his mom. She cries if I drive too slow too.
If you don't know Imagine Dragons, here is one of their songs.
And that is pretty much where we are now, so raise a box of apple juice, clink together your frosted and sprinkled animal crackers (spared no expense), and salute our little man for all his hard work becoming a big boy.