Rog in Utah

Oh, so Carmen Sandiego and I are still in Utah. Long story. Happy to be here but ready to go home, you know? (Need routine, need to autumnize my mantel!)

Where do you begin when you have had a very busy month of bloglessness? With the babe, I guess. Rog's month in Utah=eventful. He...

*seriously loves solid food (big surprise there, fattie wattie!)
*also loves to nurse every 2-3 hours in the night. So yes, I'm frustrated and tired. He had been sleeping 8-9 hours at night. Poor little guy is sleeping in the laundry room in Gram's basement. He's probably getting woken up by spiders in his bed or something. Sleep training begins (again) next week at the blue house.

*has been an angel otherwise. We've been all up and down the Wasatch Front and he has traveled like a champ and bounces to his heart's content in the little exersaucer (thank you, Aunt Liz). He is such a people person--just loves to look into your eyes and smile and laugh. He has such a sweet and cheerful disposition, but that doesn't even begin to describe it. There is something seriously special about this boy. Honestly? He has my heart.

*has begun to crawl. OK backwards, but crawling nonetheless. And now he is starting to get all the way up on this hands and toes, like a downward dog. It's pretty much the cutest thing you've ever seen. (Still trying to capture it on film.)

*loves Grandma Tillie. (How could he not?!)
*is cutting a tooth
*LOVES his tongue. Looks like this most of the time. (p.s. can you even believe those lashes?)
*weighs at least 8 gajillion pounds by now. You should see my sweet biceps.
*is obsessed with pulling and sucking on my hair.
*is beloved by his big brother (who calls him B. Rog) and all of us, too.



p.s. Laugh with (at) me here.