10 Weeks of Chub.
Henry is ten weeks old now. He’s growing up so quickly!
This week he’s really started following things with his eyes. He looks around towards sounds and voices, he follows me out of the room with his eyes. He’s really starting to shed that whole newborn blob thing and come into his own as a chunky baby.
Henry also discovered his hands this week. He was staring at his fist cross eyed and then tasting it some last week. This week he’s using his hand to bat at the toy bar on his bouncy seat. He seems to be left handed, so far.
He’s working on rolling onto his belly, but he’s only done it a couple of times when he was really angry. Most of the time he just turns his head and shoulders without enough force to flip over the lower half.
He’s had another growth spurt, adding on new leg rolls and some body length. He’s fitting in 6 months clothes right now, and some 6-9 months depending on the brand. Boy isn’t wasting any time! He’s between 14 and 15 pounds now.
Oh and he coos! Henry loves to talk and make eye contact. He is a chatty little guy. This week he’s started cooing up a storm with all different kinds of vocalizations. I don’t remember the girls being quite like this, but maybe I’ve forgotten. He doesn’t make a million expressions like Ada, but he talks and talks at you while grinning.
Unlike the girls as babies, when Henry poops it’s like an atom bomb going off! I’ve cloth diapered three babies now. He’s the first that manages to have regular explosive blow outs no matter what kind of diaper and cover combo he’s wearing. I have a theory that it’s two things.
1) The poop comes out with such force that it literally shoots. (This I know from pottying him, elimination communication, which he is not nearly as fond of as Ada was.)
2) He poops so much at once that it actually has no more room in the diaper so it must escape out which ever direction gravity allows.
This isn’t really the end of the world, but it has resulted in some mishaps for me. I’ve learned to take a change of clothing for myself, as well as 2-3 changes of clothing for Henry if we will be out for any length of time.
Last Sunday he epically pooped in the mei tai carrier during church, and when we got to the car I discovered I was covered as well as the carrier and Henry. So we went all the way back to the cabin and I had to change clothes before we went back to town to do errands and work at our old house. We went out to lunch and he pooped again while I was nursing him at the table. Luckily his blanket saved my clothes, but the blanket was done for as was his second outfit of the day. THEN we went to our old house and while there he pooped again while nursing and got my shirt, his clothes, and the (thankfully leather) seat of the car.
My favorite part is his big grin when he shoots out poop suddenly and I say, “Are you poopin’ on Mama again?” He thinks it’s extremely funny.
Another night I was nursing him at a nature preserve before meeting clients for a photo session. Henry rides along in the baby carrier while I take pictures. He pooped while nursing in the car and it made such a mess that it puddled in the seat, and my underwear inside my jeans even got wet. I had to reschedule the session and go borrow my sister’s jeans because she lives at the University nearby. I couldn’t drive an hour back to the cabin saturated in poo!
There was some kind of sorority/fraternity Halloween event happening at the nature preserve that night. When I stepped out of the car holding up Henry, dripping baby poop, and talking to him, I glanced up to see an entire parking lot full of preppy college students staring in horror.
It’s all normal breastfed baby poop too, nothing is wrong. He just poops SO MUCH. He poops every time he eats some days, and he eats all day long! Is it a boy thing? Good Lord! The girls had an occasional blow out here and there, but certainly not often or on a regular basis.
Good thing he’s so cute and squishy. At this point in motherhood I’m really not horrified by some breastfed baby poop. This whole blowout thing is almost comical. I even took a picture of the photo session incident because it was so ridiculous.
I love this boy so very much. He’s delightfully chubby and lovable. I sniff his head and kiss his soft cheeks about 30,000 times a day.
My blue eyes prevail yet again! Tyler’s hazel eyes will never win at this rate. Maybe we’ll have to keep trying until we get a baby without blue eyes. ;)
I think he’s trying to outgrow his bouncy seat. Watch out world!
My hair, my eyes, Tyler’s face. (Orange-y hair. Squee!)
Hi baby boy, Mama is obsessed with you. Just a little! What was life like before you were with us??
He looks up when he hears his sisters playing in the loft hallway above.
The lighting in this cabin is terrible. Major downside to me!
Tomorrow is the fall consignment auction in a local Amish community. It’s a huge thing where they sell home goods, foods, and livestock. I cannot wait to go! Too bad it’s supposed to rain all day tomorrow, that will damper the fun a little. I really, really want to get milk goats. Tyler will probably put a stop to that, him and his logic and all.
At least I want a quilt. If I have to settle for something fun other than goats….
Ok, off to edit two photo sessions and reply to emails before sleeping.