Six Weeks Old

Little Man is six weeks old. Actually, he is referred to more often as "Baby Brother". Doesn't quite have the ring to it that Sissy did when Amanda was a baby, but that's what the girls call him. He's a super sweet boy. No regular sleep patterns have been established during the day, he just does a lot of it. During his awake times he's started to be more content on his own without us having to be doing something with him. He likes to be on his belly looking around, but then he quickly turns over and the fun is gone. He's about 3/4 of the way to rolling from back to stomach, so he is very busy trying to figure things out.

Most of the time people say he looks just like his daddy and without fail people comment on his hair. Right now he is sleeping on my lap on his stomach with his hands and feet dangling off, a position he's liked since the start. When I'm holding him in my arms he likes to pick his head up and look around, but he also likes to snuggle in under my chin. Sweetness.

As usual, the girls were not far while I was trying to take a few pictures. There was discussion for who would hold the baby, who would hold the sign, who should be in the middle, yada, yada. Here's Avery explaining (lovingly and gently, of course) that Amanda needs to hold the sign the right way, cause "he's 6 weeks, NOT 9 weeks!" Oh, I cringe when I watch them and remember that I was that bossy big sister who knew it ALL. Sheesh!

When we were done Avery said, "Oh, thank you Mom, for letting me hold him like that (supporting him standing)!" She thinks she's so much bigger than she is and is anxious to do all kinds of tricks while holding him.

What a crew!