14 weeks and going strong

Thirteen was a dream!

Ha, I got myself another rhyming title!

Ben had a rough week this week. He's being transitioned into the crib and not liking it. He also was left alone with Mama the entire weekend and, oh boy, did he not like that. Leaving his familiar car seat for the wide world of the crib has left him a cranky cuss and he's given up on his 5 hour sleeps in favor of 3 hour ones. We have high hopes that he might change his mind and decide that he likes sleeping after all.

In spite of the crankies he still had plenty of time to drool, get airplane rides, practice holding his head up, and just generally enjoy being a baby.

Ben's 12 Weeks Old Today!

Yep, Ben has managed to survive twelve weeks of my care and he seems to be thriving. The kid must be tougher than he looks.

Weeks 10 and 11 were heaven.

Don't worry, I can't think of any rhyme for week twelve, so this is the last rhyming title.

It was fine to be nine...weeks old

Ben saw his first Vernal Equinox during week nine. You can't see it very well in the picture, but the poor guy thinks snow storms like the one we had that day are a normal spring time thing.



He also went to his first Turkish restaurant. Note his facial expression; I believe that he was also disappointed in the quality of the baklava.



Ben did some serious hanging out on the quilt Nana Joan sent him.





The weather was sunny enough for some walks in the park with Mr. Bunny.




And finally, he wrapped up the week with a quality nap.