One mom's journey through first time motherhood.
A journal to her son, Tucker, inscribing his birth into this world, the lessons and tricks they learned along way, and what they are not telling you in the prenatal books and classes.

Monday, September 28, 2009

We are back!

I have managed to let a month slip by without a note about Tucker. How did that happen? It is actually surprising I had been so consistent in my documentary of Tucker's days and nights. So, when September hit us with his four month vaccinations, his first cold (!), a sinus infection for me, work, a family weekend, and a wedding (in which I was the photographer) I let blogging slip, concentrating my spare energy and time on Tucker and filling gaps with sleep and related responsibilities. Here we are a month later all happy, healthy, and ready to pick back up with our "normal" lives.

With a four month birthday on August 22, 2009 and a demandingly healthy appetite, Tucker was reaching the maximum capacity of his clothes, pushing the limits of what "fits". Weighing in at 16 pounds 13 oz and 26 inches long, Tucker had stamped his ticket into the big little boy clothes. Yes, my four month old son (now 5 months!) had graduated into NINE MONTH old sleepers. So, here come the cliche... They grow up so fast.

We like to lay Tucker down at night in onesie sleepers. Carters makes wonderfully cuddly fleece fitted onesies, thanks to Jill and Ben for gifting us with the one Tucker is pictured in here!

As a side, the velour ones are my personal favorites due to their ability to turn Tucker into the ultimate snuggler, but apparently they are not as popular with the onesie makers and much harder to come by. Regardless, the footed onesies are perfect for the non-swaddling sleeper and so they have become Tucker's nightly dressing. I guess when Tucker was no longer able to straighten his legs in the majority of his clothes, we realized he needed some new clothes. When we saw he could no longer assume anything but he fetal position we decided we should buy him some new clothes. When he popped the snaps on his onesie and ended up bottomless with leggings floated up half-shirt style, I decided to go out and buy him some clothes.

As quickly as he was outgrowing his clothes, Tucker seemed to be outgrowing his toys. More appropriately, Tucker seemed to be growing into a whole new set of toys, yearning for new mental challenges and explorations. With Tucker nestled in the baby Bjorn one Friday evening, Tucker and I explored the endless racks of clothes and toys (before he fell asleep) at our local Babies R Us and the adjacent Target. Retail therapy accomplished, Tucker and I hunted down mom's favorite new sleepers (for Tucker) and a set of new toys all of which are his favorite. The same weekend Tucker's grandparents were out on a similar venture, finding him this crazy contraption for entertainment away from his house.

We can already see his head growing from the extra synapses firing...

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