I am amazed at how much he changes every week. His face is filling out even more. Its scary how he holds his head a certain way that I see my dad and then another way I see my brother....he definitely is showing a temper, too! His little voice is changing from the sweet terradactyl newborn cry to a deeper demanding cry. I can't believe I only have six more weeks at home with him...its almost like we are in a time warp seperate from the rest of the world. Daddy left us for the first time for his usual January trip to Philadelphia and Aunt Tori came for a quick visit while he was gone. Gavin did wonderfully during our shoe shopping...he slept the whole time! We ventured out a little more by ourselves this week. At first I feel so frazzled trying to handle him...the diaper bag..the car seat...the stroller...hopefully I will get the hang of it soon.
He still grunts all the time and sucks on his hands....I love his wake up routine. He starts with his hands shooting up in the air and then small grunts....that get louder and louder. At least you get fair warning that the plane is coming in for a landing....get that bottle ready!!
