We broke our vow

Today, Corin wore one of his sister's girly shirts - lavender with some lace on the neck and sleeve. Funny thing was that it was one of her current shirts that just happened to be in the car, not a hand-me-down.

He blew his diaper at lunch and got his coveralls. I didn't have a spare outfit in the diaper bag so Chrys put him in the only thing he could find in the car - RC's purple shirt.

I said I wouldn't leave him in it and set out for BRU to get the onesie I didn't get yesterday (I'm the LITTLE brother and the coordinating shirt for Ryanne). While there, someone commented that "she" was out like a light - Corin was passed out in the pouch. I got him redressed ASAP.

The sad part is that the shirt really didn't look that big on him. I don't know if that's a credit to how little they typically grow from 6-9 months to 3T or a testament to how big this boy really is.

My boobs asplode

Corin slept from 7:00p to 7:15a last night - a first for us. While I was thrilled, once we double checked that he was breathing, my boobs were not so pleased. He was more than happy to take care of that for me.

Huzzah for sleep. I can only hope it continues.

Thibbit

Corin has discovered the joy of the raspberry. This delights his sister, parents, grandparents, and aunt. It's a guaranteed smile followed by a spit bath. HI-Larious!

Robbed redux

I got my first post-partum period last week. It's a couple of weeks longer than I made it with Ryanne. I still feel quite cheated. Hmph.

Make it stop

Time, that is.

Corin rolled over today. Twice.

Yeah, rolled. All by himself. Back to front (to the right).

He's been getting up on his hip for a while now (2 weeks, maybe), but hadn't made it all the way over without the aid of the cradle swinging. He was close a couple of days ago, but the mirror on his play mat got in the way.

The first was at pilates this morning. He was on the mat while I did weights. He rolled himself over to watch the little girl in the class. Then, it looked like he pretty much fell asleep with his eyes open (probably as a result of having been on a 4+ hour nap strike - ended around 5 hours, but sucked). When I got his attention back, he got himself back up on his hip and I nudged him a bit (with my toe) to get him back to his back and he freaked out.

Then, we went to a play date this afternoon and he did it again. He wouldn't show his daddy the new trick, though. He'd go to his hip and no further.

This is insanity. I've been told he'll do things earlier than she did. This is 1.5 months earlier. I was hoping the 'boys develop slower factor' would keep him closer to on par and not ahead. I don't know if I can handle him walking in the next 6 months.

Yeah...dt/dt > 1 in the grand scheme of things. I mean, he was just born yesterday. Sheesh.

Stop and smell the baby

I found myself anticipating Chrys' return to get Corin after his last nursing of the evening. I wanted him to hurry downstairs and get him so my day could end. I wanted him to cut his time with Ryanne short so I could get on with other things.

Then, I realized what that meant.

I started relishing those last moments as Corin slept in my lap. I started enjoying watching him sleep. I started studying his face. I started watching his motions. I started soaking up the scent of freshly washed baby skin. I started touching him a bit more to enjoy the softness of baby skin. I enjoyed my time with him because I realized that it will all go by way too quickly and it will be my last.

I feel less rushed. I don't take the time for granted as much. It's given me some patience. It's made me try to enjoy my time with Ryanne, even when it's REALLY hard.

I'm happier for it.

Nick of time

Ryanne and I spent the afternoon (while Corin napped) reassembling the crib in his room. Turns out, the time couldn't have been better spent.

Apparently there's a gift that comes from being almost 20lbs in a rocking cradle. You can rock and roll.

He figured out today that he can rock his hips (something he's been playing with quite a bit) and get himself on his side. Once on his side, if he's in the middle of the cradle, the cradle will tilt and roll him the rest of the way over so he can sleep on his tummy.

For the record: This is a sure fire way to freak mama out because she sees you with your face buried in the bumper after a brief fit of screaming (which is why she's in the room anyway) and assumes the worst. Turns out, you likely scared yourself actually flipping over and once you realized it was ok found yourself in your preferred sleeping position and passed out.

Once he woke up from the marathon nap (almost 3 hours!), I put him on his mat downstairs and he was trying everything to get the leverage to roll over again. This is stuff Ryanne didn't do until she was almost 5 months old - I remember being scolded at her 4 month appointment that she wasn't getting enough tummy time or she would have rolled already.

When Chrys put him down for the night, we heard, over the monitor, the telltale squeaking of the cradle as it tried to rock in the locked position. Sorry, buddy.