Contrary to what these photos might imply, we haven’t started solids with David yet. Instead, we’ve just been putting him in his high chair while WE eat solids. He likes it so far; being on the same level with us is his version of a Caribbean cruise. When we went to Franklin County for my mom’s birthday,
This month almost killed me. The sleep deprivation beat me to the bottom of a hole and had me begging for mercy. I had lunch with a friend one day and had the following conversation: Friend: So we traded in our car for a Pittance. Me: A Pittance? Nice. And who makes the Pittance again?
David is four months old today. After spending so much time waiting and wishing for the big three month milestone, it seems four months came in a flash. Is this what moms talk about when they say babies grow up too fast? Or maybe it’s just the Christmas season. Yes, that must be it. He’s
We’re rollin’ for real here in the Krieger house. Start like this… Throw that head back… And end like this! Yay! Good job, David! He goes the other way, too. And mama was there to see it all.
We did it. We survived the fourth trimester. Our baby is three months old. Oh, David, don’t look so surprised. I’ve been waiting for this milestone. Anticipating. Dreaming. Imagining. There’s lots of hype about having a three-month old. First I read my sister’s take on three months. Then I stumbled across rumors on the Internet
This… …is happening so much more now. Self-soothing! Next thing I know he’ll be off to college. (Since we’re on the subject of milestones, last night Tom put David to bed all by himself while I sat on the couch. LOOK AT US GO!)
Our little guy is two months old. Well, maybe I shouldn’t say little. He does weigh 13.2 lbs, wears 3-6 month clothes, and is in the 90th percentile for height and weight. When people see him, they always guess that he’s 3 months old. (At what age does that stop? When I look big people
He’s been doing it for a while now. That reflexive, infant smile. You know, the one some moms blame on gas but love nonetheless. Here’s what I called David’s newborn smile. To get this shot, I held the camera by my face for about five hours hoping lightning would strike. BAM. But now, we’re pretty
What a difference a month makes. Four weeks ago today I was very grumpy, very pregnant, and relatively certain my pregnancy was a permanent condition (which I think every woman starts wondering somewhere around 39 weeks). (grumpy? yes.) I was particularly irritable toward people who suggested I eat at a certain restaurant, see a certain