Ben's 16th and 17th weeks

If I were truly a competent doting mother, then I would have had the camera battery charged so that we could document Ben's visit with his Gran and Da over Mother's Day. However, I am not particularly good at this doting mother business and that first Mother's Day is lost to posterity.

However, we do have adorable pictures of smiling Ben and of Ben cuddling with his Daddy. And some video of the boy laughing his head off. So that should make up for the lack of Mother's Day goodies.

The boy still has his blue eyes. Maybe they're going to stay that way.


And he has a killer smile.


He loves spending time with the Fuzzy Guy.



And is just generally an adorable little beastie.


He's also gotten more adventurous, making trips down to Chinatown with his mom. I think he's forming an appreciation for the traditional music you hear people playing in the park down on Bayard Street. At least I think it's Bayard St.


He has declared war on the evil monkey on his gym.


He has figured out how to make the musical doggy make lots of annoying noises.


And he likes playing with his furry sister.

Fifteen weeks and Ben's 1st 100 days

So Ben has been king of the household for 100 days now. And while he hasn't established any meaninful projects for getting things done around here, he did party hardy on rain forest gym.



He is so out to get that toucan.



Ben also gave his daddy some pointers on how to play his character in Mass Effect.



He had some tummy time, which actually involved smiling, instead of tummy trauma, which involves crying.





He also practiced that moving thing. Once he rolls over it's goodbye easily controlled baby.



And he got to roll around in his cool, handmade afghan from Auntie Jen. As Ben says "gyaaah!" I think that means Jen rocks.

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.