From the 'Rents:
Oh, you grinner, you! It's been a really great month... sleeping through the night... finding a somewhat consistent schedule... your personality is coming out all over the place! You're so close to giggling that I'm making it my personal goal to squeeze and tickle and cajole you for an hour a day or so until I get it out of you! Andy and I are wondering what we've done to deserve your very angelic nature (or when it will all come crashing down on us). I mean, don't get me wrong: you cry hard enough at times that you turn all red and squishy and forget to breathe and get everyone around you to drop what they're doing to help... But, you're so easily soothed by just getting up and moving you around that I've found myself stopping mid-thought, mid-chew, mid-step: how did we get so lucky? Listen, we hate to brag but we feel strongly the situation calls for it, especially since we can safely say you were born this way and it has very little to do with us.
Your days typically look like this:
6:30am: up, eat, burp, poop, change and hang out
8:30am (or two hours after you first ate, like clockwork): eat, burp, diaper change, hang out..
9:30-10am: take a long nap, usually while Maren and I are out and about
11:30-12pm: up, eat, burp, poop, diaper change, and hang out
1pmish: nap time again!
2pm-4pm: cuddle, play, and nap time with mom while Maren's sleeping
4:30: eat, burp, poop, diaper change and hang out!
7pm: eat, burp, poop, bath, pj's, a book or two, and
7:30-8pm: sleeeeeeeeep.....
Notice how there's room in the schedule for your pooping? That's because it's a pretty good guess that after almost every feeding I plop you onto my lap, sitting up and facing me, and you squeeze one out. It's a powerful push you've got there, Luke, and we've got disturbing pictures to show for it. So, I like to just wait for it sometimes, before I change you since chances are we'll need to remove the entire outfit. (The grin we get afterwards makes all the trashed onesies worth it.)
This month you've discovered how cool it is to be held, and how totally un-cool it is to be put down, and you definitely let us know when we are so very un-cool. I'm getting really good at doing all kinds of things one-handed: making lunch, getting Maren out of her crib, typing on the computer...For a while, I was afraid you weren't getting enough touch time, spending too much time in your papazan chair cause I was busy with your sister. But, I feel safe knowing that you won't stand for it. You want to be a part of the action! If not in the action, at least facing it and able to take it all in. Although there are definitely times when you get overloaded with all the noise of the house (Maren's music, mommy and daddy's radio, the dog barking, talking, etc.), for the most part you would prefer to sit right in on the stuff of life.
You got to meet your Uncle Tony this month, and spend some time with your Koering cousins at the cabin. Most everyone agrees you look like a Koering, but being a Koering myself I have no idea what that means. You have some really bulbous and adorable cheeks, and (speaking from experience), that tends to be a Koering trait. You've got lashes that extend down to your cheeks, and light brown/reddish/blondish hair with dark and deep blue eyes that both the Zimney's and Koering's are claiming genetic responsibility for. You're just so squishable and sweet, I cannot keep my hands off you.
I love our time together so much. My favorite moments with you are right away in the morning, after you've eaten and are in that drunk-happy state. You especially like to be naked and free-flying, which is a bit of a risk with you (we've been peed on more times than we'd like to admit), but the sheer giddiness you seem to have in the one-on-one face time of those changes is the stuff that makes parenting such a surprising and daily joy. I have been looking at your big sister and imagining what you'll be like at her age... This growing up thing is a mystery. All I know is that it's moving too fast. There's no way it's been three months since you were born. And yet I can hardly remember what it was like here without you.
love you,
mom (and dad, who's at work right now and will write more when HE's home with you this summer...)
From the sister:
My love for you has grown, little brother...and so has my resentment. (Give me a break! This is huge transition for me!) I do like to bring you along to all the fun things I do: baths, walks, dancing in the living room, etc. BUT then I'd like you to go away. What do you think? I have taken to calling you "happy boy," cause that's what mom calls you. And I only sometimes will violently rock the papazan chair when you're in it. Sorry! Just want to see what happens if I do that...which is usually me getting a 'stern talking-to.' Oh well.
love you (cause that's my new phrase and I'll use it for anyone),
Maren
Oh, you grinner, you! It's been a really great month... sleeping through the night... finding a somewhat consistent schedule... your personality is coming out all over the place! You're so close to giggling that I'm making it my personal goal to squeeze and tickle and cajole you for an hour a day or so until I get it out of you! Andy and I are wondering what we've done to deserve your very angelic nature (or when it will all come crashing down on us). I mean, don't get me wrong: you cry hard enough at times that you turn all red and squishy and forget to breathe and get everyone around you to drop what they're doing to help... But, you're so easily soothed by just getting up and moving you around that I've found myself stopping mid-thought, mid-chew, mid-step: how did we get so lucky? Listen, we hate to brag but we feel strongly the situation calls for it, especially since we can safely say you were born this way and it has very little to do with us.
Your days typically look like this:
6:30am: up, eat, burp, poop, change and hang out
8:30am (or two hours after you first ate, like clockwork): eat, burp, diaper change, hang out..
9:30-10am: take a long nap, usually while Maren and I are out and about
11:30-12pm: up, eat, burp, poop, diaper change, and hang out
1pmish: nap time again!
2pm-4pm: cuddle, play, and nap time with mom while Maren's sleeping
4:30: eat, burp, poop, diaper change and hang out!
7pm: eat, burp, poop, bath, pj's, a book or two, and
7:30-8pm: sleeeeeeeeep.....
Notice how there's room in the schedule for your pooping? That's because it's a pretty good guess that after almost every feeding I plop you onto my lap, sitting up and facing me, and you squeeze one out. It's a powerful push you've got there, Luke, and we've got disturbing pictures to show for it. So, I like to just wait for it sometimes, before I change you since chances are we'll need to remove the entire outfit. (The grin we get afterwards makes all the trashed onesies worth it.)
This month you've discovered how cool it is to be held, and how totally un-cool it is to be put down, and you definitely let us know when we are so very un-cool. I'm getting really good at doing all kinds of things one-handed: making lunch, getting Maren out of her crib, typing on the computer...For a while, I was afraid you weren't getting enough touch time, spending too much time in your papazan chair cause I was busy with your sister. But, I feel safe knowing that you won't stand for it. You want to be a part of the action! If not in the action, at least facing it and able to take it all in. Although there are definitely times when you get overloaded with all the noise of the house (Maren's music, mommy and daddy's radio, the dog barking, talking, etc.), for the most part you would prefer to sit right in on the stuff of life.
You got to meet your Uncle Tony this month, and spend some time with your Koering cousins at the cabin. Most everyone agrees you look like a Koering, but being a Koering myself I have no idea what that means. You have some really bulbous and adorable cheeks, and (speaking from experience), that tends to be a Koering trait. You've got lashes that extend down to your cheeks, and light brown/reddish/blondish hair with dark and deep blue eyes that both the Zimney's and Koering's are claiming genetic responsibility for. You're just so squishable and sweet, I cannot keep my hands off you.
I love our time together so much. My favorite moments with you are right away in the morning, after you've eaten and are in that drunk-happy state. You especially like to be naked and free-flying, which is a bit of a risk with you (we've been peed on more times than we'd like to admit), but the sheer giddiness you seem to have in the one-on-one face time of those changes is the stuff that makes parenting such a surprising and daily joy. I have been looking at your big sister and imagining what you'll be like at her age... This growing up thing is a mystery. All I know is that it's moving too fast. There's no way it's been three months since you were born. And yet I can hardly remember what it was like here without you.
love you,
mom (and dad, who's at work right now and will write more when HE's home with you this summer...)
From the sister:
My love for you has grown, little brother...and so has my resentment. (Give me a break! This is huge transition for me!) I do like to bring you along to all the fun things I do: baths, walks, dancing in the living room, etc. BUT then I'd like you to go away. What do you think? I have taken to calling you "happy boy," cause that's what mom calls you. And I only sometimes will violently rock the papazan chair when you're in it. Sorry! Just want to see what happens if I do that...which is usually me getting a 'stern talking-to.' Oh well.
love you (cause that's my new phrase and I'll use it for anyone),
Maren
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