Catch up...

Ian arrived home on Father's Day. After all, my children must always arrive home on a particularly special day...

Since that time, Audrey has been a doting big sister, and Fris has barely noticed him. And I have been sprayed too many times to count. The laundry is immense. It's never ending. As are the diaper changes and clothing changes.

But, this little guy is such a snuggler. He seems to really like being around me to sleep, ahem, to be held, and it's a good thing a newborn can't be spoiled. It's so nice to put him somewhere and come back to find him there a few minutes later.

However, these days are numbered, I'm afraid. Yes, Ian decided to roll from belly to back at 2 weeks, 5 days. Ridiculously early. He seemed to need to find some sort of entertainment while it was 85 degrees in the house. Poor kid. The a/c was in the process of being replaced, and it was so uncomfortable in the house. A box fan we had bought the night prior had already broken, and Eric and I were checking out the warranty info. Needless to say, we looked up to see Ian on his back. He was not a happy little boy when he was turned back over to his belly to see if he could do it again. It's hot in here people!

He also started smiling at 2 weeks, 1 day. He certainly smiles when he's sleeping or has gas, but he also flashes his glorious smiles at me. Mostly when he sees it's about time for a meal. He likes to have a full tank, then he's all smiles.

I think I'm smitten. Again.