just the boy

So the boy is getting pretty close to three months old, but I thought I would post his two month stats. At his two month check-up he was 13 lbs. 1 oz. in the 80th percentile. Crazy. His head circumference was in the 30th percentile. My girls were not as big as he is but their heads have always been on the bigger side. I laughed when the nurse told me his head size. I don't think she understood, but I was laughing because the saying "brains vs. brawn" popped into my head. As in...Sidon your sisters might have the brains, but you've got the brawn.





So Sidon is still good at snorting. And he's always congested, but I can't get at it with my handy-dandy snot sucker thingy. He can track movement really well. He really likes to watch his sisters run around. He's also gotten a lot better at puking. It's kind of annoying for me because Rivers never spit up so I've gotten out of the burp cloth habit. And really he doesn't spit up, that is a dainty little dribbly burbly type thing to do. No, this guy pukes. I've had to change my pajamas more than once in the middle of the night. Once at 2:30 am, I just took a shower instead of trying to wipe myself clean with the dishtowel I had grabbed in lieu of a burp cloth. OK, OK so I am complaining just a tiny bit. Really, it's not so bad. He doesn't puke all the time.


And he's really cute. He gets really excited when someone talks to him. He kicks and goos and sticks out his tongue and snorts and smiles.









And he's even cuter when he's upset.











Just look at him. He's so cute. I couldn't possibly sell him to the gypsies even when he is being loud and fussy.

the girls, and the boy

Here are some pics from a random evening last week...

The potty training queen. Such a big girl, minus the big girl panties.


I was putting away the girls' laundry, making piles of Cumorah's shirts, Cumorah's pants, Rivers' shirts, Rivers'....wait a minute...that's odd, why aren't there any of Rivers' pants in this huge basket of laundry? Ohhh, that's right, she hasn't been wearing any pants for the past 2 or 3 weeks since she decided she wanted to potty train.

It's like Grandmommy told Auntie Crystal, "These days when you say that Cumorah has cold cheeks (from the freezing weather we've been having) and Rivers has cold cheeks, it doesn't quite mean the same thing."



Here are some of her potty past times... she also likes to play with little people on little boxes. Don't worry, she really doesn't spend that much time on the potty. We've been trying big girl panties a bit more this week, but she'll still have the occasional accident wearing panties. When she is nakey bum, she doesn't have any accidents (unless she pinches her sister and is sent to her room, then she'll kick the potty in there across the room and make a puddle on the floor right inside the door just to spite us). Whatever works for her. As long as she learns to wear panties sometime before kindergarten. The weather is too crazy to go out right now anyway.




Here's the girls getting a ride to bed on their sled/boat/bus/car. It's been fun to eavesdrop on their play lately. It is very creative and imaginative. It's mostly Cumorah, but Rivers has really caught on. They play Princess (Cumorah has been persuading Rivers to be the prince) and Mommy and Chef and Driving Somewhere and Falling Off The Boat Into The Water... It's quite fun seeing what they'll come up with next. They don't get out much...and they don't watch a whole lot of TV...and sometimes they drive me crazy.


This pic isn't from that same evening, but it shows them in their recent favorite hideout. They'll drag blankets and toy buckets under there along with dolls and things from their kitchen for a picnic. Sometimes it's there vehicle and not their hideout. They also like the corner of the room behind the rocking chair.


And here is my sweet little boy. He's perfect and doesn't cause me any trouble like his sisters do. Unless he's hungry, tired, bored, or has a dirty diaper, then he cries so loud I'm sure the neighbors can hear five doors down. But sometimes he whimpers and it is so cute and pathetic and decidedly un-manly. He has a raspy, hoarse kind of voice. He's started gooing (definitely a goo, not a coo) in a rather high-pitched kind of way. He really likes the toy that Santa gave him and bats at the ball and the flower and the butterfly that dangle above him. He especially loves the ball.

He's a big boy. I finally got the 3-6 month clothes out from the basement last night. I should have done it a couple weeks ago. He's 13 pounds already, in the 80th percentile. He's sleeping pretty well for me, but I can't wait until he sleeps from 8 to 8.

He smiles a lot at us. He loves watching his sisters. That is a really nice thing, because sometimes he'll be content to lay near them or sit in his bouncy seat near them and he'll be happy and won't scream at me for ignoring him. Nice. The girls continue to adore him and shower him with kisses and other forms of affection. He's so cute.

Oh, and sorry about the girly flowery blanket little guy. It just kind of happens sometimes when you have two older sisters.

potty time

Rivers asked to sit on the blue potty this morning. I let her, and she went poopy. We were all excited. Cumorah showed her how to bend over to be wiped and we flushed and washed hands and cleaned the potty and she said she wanted to do it again. So we did. Right away. The WHOLE process. And she said she wanted to do it again. And so we did. But some time during all of this Sidon started screaming, and I was trying to nurse him and take care of Rivers who learned how to do a somersault (very well I might add) while I was wiping her, this time in the living room since I was holding a nursing baby in the other arm. Cumorah was our errand girl, bringing wipes and hand sanitizer when needed. Fortunately, that was the end of that child-requested potty training session, because Mommy was quickly going from an oh-so-proud state to an oh-so-annoyed state. And when we are potty training, we want to stay in the proud and patient frame of mind.