A note from Dad

I'm a rather lucky father, aren't I? During the week most of my time is spent with the little guy, and I can't help to feel like I'm getting away with something. I'm not quite sure what I like most about him. Whether it's the grin on his face when I come to get him out of his crib. Or how he give such intense attention to his toys. I really love the moments when he's tired and just plops all his weight on my shoulder and sucks on my shirt while I sing him his nap-time songs, (I am a Child of God, Families Can be Together Forever and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star... occaisionally I'll sing the Armies of Helaman song if he's a bit upset). I love listening to The Mamas and The Papas, The Beatles (I just bought Abbey Road... Octopus's Garden is fun to sing to him), and whatever might come up on the iTunes party mix (I skip the harder stuff because I don't want to "anger up the blood" as Grandpa Simpson might say). We've recently started watching Baby Signing Time together and I try and help him make the signs, I usually do this right before he eats because the sign for milk can make him anxious for his bottle. He's eating at about every 3 1/2 hours and I believe we're aiming at stretching that to 4 and he eats about 6 oz (4 from Em, 2 formula) a feed. We've been working on sitting up and turning recently. He can go from belly to back pretty easily as long as his arms aren't at his side, He can roll to his side real easily while on his back, but is just missing out on flipping over to his tummy. His trunk strength is getting better, but he still flops forward while sitting. I'm really lucky to be getting this time with him, and I'm jealous that it'll be Em's turn with our next kids, but she's a great mommy and deserves every minute she'll get with them, just as much as she soaks in every moment with our little guy. I love them both, they are my world.