John is 4 months old!

Likes: Rolling over the minute I'm on my back, grabbing toys and sticking them in my mouth, talking (I'm so chatty now that I'll stop eating to talk), sleeping swaddle-free, sitting up in the Bumbo chair, tummy time, any attention from Henry (I stop fussing if he's nearby), and going for walks in the Baby Bjorn.

Dislikes: Sitting at red lights, napping in my car seat (Mama is refusing to give up on this one), and having my diaper changed before I eat breakfast (wasting precious minutes that I could be eating).

Growth: I weigh 16 lbs., 10 oz., and I am 26 inches long.  This puts me in the 90th percentile for weight and the 85th percentile for height.  Henry got it right the other day when he said, "Bebe John, Chunky Monkey!"

Workin' on our Fitness

Once John hit the three month age requirement, we could get back in the gym. I was thrilled! Having an hour each day to myself is all the motivation I need to get on that treadmill. Henry loves going to the gym because it has all sorts of fun toys that we don't have at home. And John is happy just about anywhere.

The best part about the gym has to be the membership cards. If I ever need a laugh, I just pull these bad boys out. Henry's was taken at 18 months, and Gus says it looks like his mugshot. John's picture just makes me smile. Could he be any happier?!

Our little Tax Lawyer

John had his first experience in the Bumbo chair last weekend. He seemed to like it just fine, although he did not want to play with any toys. Instead, a book on Federal Income Taxation was more his style (clearly his punk-rocker hair does not match his taste in reading). Daddy is thrilled to have someone to discuss the tax code with over dinner.

Happy Berfday 'Merica!

Henry was excited and patriotic this Fourth of July. "Fi-ah-works! Wight up da sky! Stay up wate! Happy Berfday 'Merica!" John was, too, donning the red, white, and blue.

Friends invited us to an Independence Day celebration at their country club. Dinner was excellent. Henry ate his first (and second and third) helping(s) of corn on the cob. When dinner was done the boys ran and played and danced and bounced over and through fairways and hills and fans and castles. All that can get tiring. So Henry took a cotton candy break.  His sweet treat was as big as his head, so I was happy to see him share with Daddy.

Once the sun set, we sat down to enjoy the main event. Sweet John slept sweetly, even through the pops and booms of the fireworks. Henry was in awe, and the sight of his happiness and wonder filled my heart.

Botanical Buddies

Last week we enjoyed a playdate at the Atlanta Botanical Gardens with our friends, Lauren, Colin, and Will. Henry and Colin spent most of their time frolicking in the fountains. And all that frolicking made Henry very thirsty. Later that afternoon, the baby boys enjoyed their strollers while the big boys enjoyed the slide. Then lunch. Then cookies. Then four hour naps. Lauren and I plan on becoming regulars at the Botantical Gardens.

Pizza Monster and Oscar the Grouch

Sometimes Henry loves to eat, and other times he can't be bothered. Last Friday, in 90 degree heat, he loved to eat. We went to our weekly neighborhood pizza party at the pool, and Henry ate (almost) three slices! Consider that John clearly loves to eat as well, and their teenage years are liable to bankrupt us.







To you and I, the word "toy" brings to mind a limited number of things. A child's mind is not so limited. Maybe next weekend Daddy should take Henry to the dump.

John is 3 months old!

Likes: Drooling, smiling, sticking my hands in my mouth, squealing and laughing (especially at Henry), sleeping like it's my job, bubble baths with my brother, driving on the highway (I fall asleep instantly), and grabbing the toys on my baby gym.

Dislikes: Not much. I cry only if I'm overtired and starving, so Mama sticks to a strict schedule to prevent my pouty lip and big, fat tears from coming out.

Growth: I weigh 15 lbs., and 1 oz., and I am 24 and 3/4 inches tall. This puts me in the 85th percentile for weight and the 80th percentile for height. Watch out Henry - I already weigh half as much as you do!