Grant: The First 8 Weeks

Grant rarely cries, only when he is hungry (take the bottle from his mouth at your own risk) or sometimes when a bad dream gets him. He fusses little (though his teachers during the day may have different stories!) and is usually very calm. He spends much of his awake time just looking around, though I’m sure he can’t see too much just yet, staring with a serious look on his face mostly because his papa and I are making completely idiots out of ourselves trying to entertain him and teach him things. He probably wonders not only what we’re talking about, but why he got stuck with us of all people.



At his 2 day appointment he weighed 8 pounds 5 ounces. (Yes the one in which I couldn’t figure out how to get the carseat out of the car for). By his two week appointment he was 9 pounds 13 ounces. Stay tuned for his two month appointment, to see who wins the bet (Cathy = more than 13 pounds, our chunky monkey; Ron = not that much, there’s just more to love). Watching him run out of that tunnel is going to be Awwwwesome.



He loves his swing, and his colorful friends atop it (thanks Grandma and Grandpa Price, Aunts Jo and Nancy, and Great Grandma Stark). He also loves staring at his friends clipped to his car seat (thanks Patty and Aunt Andie). He sleeps well (11pm-5am at about 5 ½ weeks and every day since then) and I’ve been informed that this is because he is setting us up. Setting us up to think number two will be a breeze!







He first rolled over at 2 weeks 5 days from front to back. We thought it was a fluke until he did it everyday he was on his tummy for about two weeks! Since then, he seems to only half enjoy tummy time. Sometimes shrieking like a banchy, sometimes intrigued at the goofballs we’re making of ourselves trying to entertain him. Either way, he was pretty good at holding his head up even by the end of the first week, and now at 8 weeks can hold it up well, for longer periods of time. In fact, if you sit him up he can hold his head and balance if you lightly hold his hands. Sometimes looking at him from across the room I forget he’s only a few weeks old!



His first social smile (AKA real smile, not those cute gassy and/or sleepy ones) was at 5 weeks on the day, a Monday morning at the crack of dawn. I felt guilty that Ron wasn’t there to see it, but by the end of the day he had smiled at Dad, too. I’m not sure who smiled wider, Grant or his proud papa. Now he smiles constantly, especially when he's naked on the changing table!

Since about 5 ½ weeks he eats on a pretty good schedule of 5 bottles at 5am, 10am, 2pm, 6pm, and 10pm. He loves his food, and I have a feeling he’s going to be eating us out of house and home when he’s a teenager. We praise him for burping, since he’s usually verbally angry at us for stopping the flow of milk, so I’m afraid we’re going to have “THAT kid” in the lunch room burping for jelly beans and laughs from his friends in a few years.



I’ll save some of the rest of the good stuff for another day. Obvious to say, we think everything this kid does is great, so overlook the written spewage of bias I‘m sure I have going on. I can’t guarantee it won’t always be this obnoxious!